I FOUND out that the next day Lord Raymond called at Perdita’s cottage, on his way to Windsor Castle. My sister’s heightened colour and sparkling eyes half revealed her secret to me. Read more
I VISITED Naples on the 8th of December, 1818. My companion and I crossed the Bay, to visit the relics scattered on the shores of Baiae. The transparent, shining waters of the calm sea washed over seaweed covered fragments of old Roman villas, receiving chequered diamond tints from the sun-beams. Imagine water so clear, so blue, that Galatea herself might have skimmed over them, or better yet, Cleopatra might have chosen this path for her magic ship, deeming it more fitting than the Nile.
I AM the native of a sea-surrounded nook; somehow this cloud-enshrouded, inconsiderable speck manages to outweigh far larger nations. It reminds me that the human mind was the creator of all that is great, and Nature herself is only our trusted servant.
I LIVED far from the busy haunts of men, and the rumour of wars or political changes rarely made it to our mountain abodes. England had been the scene of monumental struggles during my early boyhood and in 2073, the last of its kings, the ancient friend of my father, abdicated in compliance with the wishes of his people, thereby allowing a republic to be instituted. He received the title of Earl of Windsor along with Windsor Castle, while his family were also allotted significant estates. He died soon after, leaving two children: a son and a daughter.
THE LAST MAN
HAPPY were the months, weeks, and hours of Adrian’s year long exile. Friendship, hand in hand with admiration, tenderness and respect, built a grove of delight in my heart. Insatiable thirst for knowledge, and boundless affection for Adrian, combined to keep both my heart and mind occupied and content.
I am writing this post to address the events that began to unfold a couple of days ago on twitter. What started as an expression of freedom of speech quickly became ugly, as one of our creators chose to cross a line. Read more
Gregory was in the field again. Running with his sister, playing some game that he had long ago forgotten. The world seemed to be in ruin; England was no longer how it seemed in his history books from school. This did not seem like some majestic place fit for royalty; it had been torn apart by the munitions of war. Read more
He could not believe how loudly the fools were chanting. Of course he was chanting too, but it was only to convince his comrades, the thought police, and anyone else that might be watching. He came to the Clover Leaf Cafe hoping to find a dissenter, but instead he found a group of broken idiots believing in a false idol. Their devotion went beyond belief; they loved Big Brother.
This is the official adaptation of Azteq vs The Prowler – an upcoming feature length film that revives the Lucha Libre genre and combines it with a slasher! Filming is underway in Dallas, so be sure to check in soon as wrestling stars Aski The Mayan Warrior, Mike Knox, Michael Tarver and more lend their talents to this awesome project!
A very limited amount of print copies are available, signed by writer Roberto Mercado – so be sure to get yours now!
***Update: If you are reading this, you may not now about our latest kickstarter project, which you can view here – Macbeth: The Red King***Late last year, we took a big leap and launched our first crowdfunding campaign via kickstarter. It was perhaps the most stressful experience I’ve had in the 2 years that Lucha Comics has existed, but it was definitely one of the most satisfying as well. From a slow start, to getting into Bleeding Cool, and (just barely) crossing the finish line, I figured I was long overdue in reflecting on what I believe was our largest accomplishment to date. Read more