Author: Tommy Hancock

SAVAGE BEAUTY TEAMS UP WITH REAL HEROES!!!

SAVAGE BEAUTY PARTNERS WITH REAL-WORLD HEROES
Innovative Ad Donations Build Buzz for Causes

New York, NY, November 16, 2010– SAVAGE BEAUTY, the new Moonstone comic book series, is partnering with real-world heroes for a unique, ongoing, cause-focused effort.
Every month, SAVAGE BEAUTY is donating one full-color ad page to causes such as Save Darfur, Invisible Children, Do Good Day, and the A21 Campaign.
“The idea is to put our money where our mouths are,” said SAVAGE BEAUTY’s Ed Catto. “Our series is about two heroines fighting injustices across the continent of Africa. But we also want to shine the spotlight on some of the real people and organizations who do that every day.”
The ad pages will feature a wide spectrum of causes: Invisible Children works to end the use of child soldiers; the A21 Campaign fights human trafficking; Save Darfur raises awareness about the atrocities committed daily in Sudan; and Do Good Day is a grassroots campaign designed to showcase individuals doing “something good”. More causes will be announced soon.
Savage Beauty’s co-creator and series writer Mike Bullock is passionate about this program. “For me, bringing heightened awareness to our readers and giving something back to the global community is important,” said Bullock.
Bullock is extremely active as a volunteer himself, working with various charitable organizations and having recently spent 10 days in Biloxi, Mississippi helping families still affected by the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
The Savage Beauty team is still focused on their storytelling. “Our #1 priority is to tell a good story for a good value. But if we expose readers to worthwhile, exciting causes, that’s a nice plus. Maybe some readers will volunteer, donate or even just tweet about these impressive organizations,” said Catto.

Moonstone publisher Joe Gentile is excited too. “Moonstone is proud to participate with this innovative program. I’ve found that our readers are very passionate and compassionate!” said Gentile.

“We’re pulling out all the stops on this series. We have great stories, great artists, our first supersized issue is only $2.99 and we’ve developed these cause partnerships to enhance the experience for our readers. Savage Beauty should make a splash not only on the comic shelves, but in the world at large as well.” said Captain Action’s Joe Ahearn.

Savage Beauty #1 is on sale in February and is featured in the Diamond Distributor’s December Previews (DEC101007 SAVAGE BEAUTY #1 YEATES CVR A and DEC101008 SAVAGE BEAUTY #1 HOOVER CVR B & C).
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For all the latest on Savage Beauty, visit www.MoonstoneBooks.com and
www.CaptainActionNow.com, or follow Savage Beauty on facebook at www.tinyurl.com/SavageBeautyFBSavage Beauty is a new adventure series from Moonstone featuring two stepsisters and their adventures in modern-day Africa. This re-imagining of the classic jungle girl is written by Mike (the Phantom) Bullock with art by Jose Masseroli. Savage Beauty also features top cover artists such as Joe Jusko, Paul Gulacy, Mark Wheately and Thomas Yeates. Savage Beauty #1 debuts February 2011.
Moonstone Books publishes comics and illustrated fiction designed to “awaken your sense of adventure”, featuring classic and new heroes in thrilling tales of adventure, mystery, and horror. For more than a decade, Moonstone has created fine and distinct comic books, Graphic Novels and prose…books that are meant to be read. 
Captain Action Enterprises, LLC is dedicated to creating new character experiences for both the collectible/nostalgia market and passionate fans of adventure toys and fiction through licensing, re-creations and creative innovations. Properties included Savage Beauty, Captain Action, the Zeroids and Lady Action. More information is available at www.CaptainActionNow.com.

UPDATE FROM THE OFFICIAL PHILIP JOSE FARMER WEBSITE!!

 From the latest PJF newsletter from Mike Croteau-

Hello to everyone on the PJF Mailing list. If you haven’t visited the site in a while, it was updated on November 9th with lots of information about books you might find interesting. It also talked about two big sales that are happening right now.
 
First, between 2005 and 2009 while Farmerphile: The Magazine of Philip José Farmer was being published, I don’t think we ever put it on sale. Which is why it now being on sale for 50% off, is kind of a big deal. There is a tiny little catch, really it’s just a little one, and it means you can order everything at once. The catch is, you must purchase a copy of The Worlds of Philip José Farmer 1: Protean Dimensions, then any issues of Farmerphile ordered at the same time, are 50% off—only $5 each!
 
So, let’s start with Worlds. There are three ways to order it:

1. The book, a numbered limited edition [$20]. 2. The book, plus a FarmerCon V program (which includes a never before published essay by Farmer about Roger Zelazny) [$25]. 3. The book signed by contributors Win Scott Eckert, Christopher Paul Carey, Paul Spiteri, and Michael Croteau, plus a FarmerCon V program [$30].

After choosing one of the above, visit the Farmerphile page and decide which issues you want (one copy per issue please). Notice that many issues have a low stock warning, and issue #12 is already sold out. Then just email me back with your order and address. I will verify availability, calculate the postage, and send you the total.  
I mentioned #12 being sold out, but actually we still have two signed copies available. There were 25 numbered copies of each issue signed by Philip José Farmer. These are available for their original price of $40 each (sorry no discounts on these). We still have the following signed issues available: 6, 8, 10, 11, 11, 12, 12, and 14.
 
Oh yeah, I almost forgot to mention the Estate Sale. Everything on that page is now 25% off. And as always, the volume discounts also apply.
 
Please take a moment to look at the Farmerphile page, and the estate sale page, before you go and buy the other new books mentioned in the website update.
 
Happy holidays, and happy shopping, and thank you,
Mike Croteau
The Official Philip José Farmer Home Page
www.pjfarmer.com

PULP REVIEWS by Ron Fortier-A Can’t Miss Western!!

 TEXAS STANDOFF
By Elmer Kelton
Forge Books
Publisher Tom Doherty Associates, LLC
Date of Release 28 Sept. 2010
ISBN 13 – 978076532792
ISBN – 0765325799
284 pages Western – Adventure

The writing in this book is so lean, it becomes a literary illusion as it packs so much story in those economic words. That is the hallmark of a veteran writer who has truly mastered his craft of storytelling. Whereas I do not read many westerns, it is both a joy and sad event to come to this dance late, as Kelton passed away in 2009 at the age of 83 with over fifty novels to his credit, among them seven winners of the prestigious Spur Award.
TEXAS STANDOFF is one of two books being posthumously published. It is marvelous example of excellence in the genre. The authenticity of the setting, the language of the characters and their laconic, leather tough personalities open a window to a way of life and culture that forever shaped this country’s identity.

Veteran Rangers Andy Pickard and Logan Daggett are sent to a small town in the central Texas country to investigate an increasingly dangerous feud building up between two cattle ranchers, the Teals and McIntoshs. The patriarchs were old foes in the Civil War and remain stubbornly unwilling to put their past prejudices aside, each accusing the other of starting the ruckus with the intent of driving out the competition. The two Rangers soon discover a volatile atmosphere in which the smallest spark could ignite a bloody range war that would decimate both families and kill many innocent bystanders caught in the middle.

No sooner do Pickard and Daggett start nosing around when a series of violent attacks by hooded riders known “regulators” begin targeting both ranches. Both sides vehemently accuse the other of these raids whereas Pickard begins to suspect a third group is actually manipulating events to pit the cattle ranchers against each other. Pickard, the younger of the two lawmen, is the thinker, slow to act but nonetheless lethal with deadly marksmanship when required. Daggett is older and a bulldog of man who believes in swift and permanent justice to all outlaws, no matter the severity of their crimes. His philosophy is hang them all and make room for the decent folks to settle the land. Much of the fun here is seeing how both men, despite their differences, have to learn to work together in completing their assignment and uncovering the truth behind the entire affair.

TEXAS STANDOFF echoes classic westerns such as the Virginian and Lonesome Dove but it also brands itself with a fresh, honest originality by portraying these characters as the true, tough and independent pioneers they were. If you’ve a hankering for an easy paced western that delivers so much more, then saddle up and enjoy the ride. This one has your brand on it.

NEW INSTALLMENT OF SARGE PORTERA’S ‘WEAPONS OF CHOICE’ COLUMN!


WEAPONS OF CHOICE – A Column in which Sarge Portera takes the Reader on a Fanciful Pulp Weapons Inspection!

WEAPONS OF CHOICE: Behind the Judas Bug -Upon reading ALL PULP our gracious host opted to drop the façade of anonymity. I suspect Chief Arthur Matchinkoa revealed his identity when he found out that we were mutual fb friends of David Goode and Evan Quiring.

“Alanna, feel free to call me, Uncle Arthur.” The Seneca chief said as he graciously helped her out of her seat. “That’s what your dad and your Aunt Angela used to call me when they were younger.”

“Let me show you around the club and on our way out we could get a sandwich for you to take home to your mom. How about a steak-in-the-grass?” offered the bonafide Seneca Nation Chief.

“You know Chief, er, ah, Uncle Arthur, your club looks a lot like Wilderness Lodge at Walt Disney World!”

“It should! Roy modeled the resort hotel after our clubhouse. The Walt Disney Memorial Cryogenic Center is just up Choice Road from here.” replied the retired wrestler.

“Look Dad! There’s a waterfall in the lobby instead of a geyser.” AJ pointed to the east end of the lobby.. “Chief Matchinkoa, where does that stream lead?”

“The stream meanders through the formal garden, outside, then through the weapons range and then empties into the lake by the launch pad. If you ever saw “Rocky Jones” the launch pad should look very familiar. That’s where some of the show was filmed.”

My eyes opened wide in response while the chief winked at the two of us.

That got a laugh from the giant Seneca, “Your facial expressions and gestures remind me so much of your dad! I’m sorry I didn’t see that much of him since he left the Charter House and moved to California.”

We had just walked out of “The Pheasant Run Restaurant” to the left of the lobby and were walking down the concourse as Chief Matchinkoa led us on an informal tour of Weapons of Choice.

“You can see how we designed the lobby to look like an island surrounded by this indoor/outdoor water feature with all these interconnecting bridges.” Uncle Arthur explained.  “The Games End Gift Shop is across the way. We’ll stop there on the way out if time permits. I don’t know how much ground we can cover in an afternoon but we’ll see!” added the robust Seneca who although thirty-two years my senior looked much more my age. “Around the corner from the gift shop is the corridor that leads to the armory and garage. Black Beauty and the Thunderbug are parked there!”

“The originals?” Alanna asked.

“I knew one of you were gonna ask that!” chuckled Chief Matchinkoa. “Hornet and Thunder wrecked so many of ‘em over the years that they finally manufactured a small fleet of each!”

We passed under a circle of inverted teepees that served as most unusual chandeliers.  “Well, here we are!” the Amerindic pointed to the left. “Around the corner is the ballroom and a number of conference rooms. Further down this corridor is our destination. Thought, I could show you, at least, one or two labs today.”

Hand-painted landscapes lined the hallway we turned down. The murals soon gave way to beveled glass doors.  Each door that dotted this ever-growing corridor was adorned with stenciled signage that curiously beckoned us.  Some of the stenciled lettering was accompanied by white cardboard signs. We swept passed Suite 101 Camouflage & Invisibility Research Lab (Be Careful Where You Sit), 102 Chaos Guitar (Please Wear Ear Plugs), 103 Counterverse Defense Systems, 104 Fragmentation & Particle Beam Assembly, 105 Interspatial Transportation, 106 Meteorogical Modification Command Center, 107 Midas Touch & Philosopher’s Stone   Research & Development (Please Wear Gloves), 108 Robotic Design Studio, 109 Vril Stick & Magic Wand Testing (Moved to Armory) and 110 Wall Crawling & Grappling Hook Propulsion Workshop.

“Ah, here we are!” exclaimed Chief Matchinkoa as we came to an abrupt halt. “Some days it’s so easy to miss this side corridor.”

Just before we turned left we could spy at the end of the main hallway twin doors marked “Doorway to Tomorrow” and “Doorway to Yesteryear!”

A few more paces and we reached the first of two doors. One was marked “Operation Windwar Recovery Project” and the other, across the hall, “Judas Bug Prevention & Pest Control.” The chief nodded to the door on the left and chill went through me as he added, “This entire hallway is dedicated to biological warfare!”

We swept through the anteroom while the former wrestler casually asked if Dr. Susan Tyler-Manheim was in. The researcher’s name when paired with the door’s sign hit an ominously familiar chord.

Alanna was clueless to what the pairing portended because she and her mom, Marci, gave a very wide berth to horror flicks while I’m morbidly drawn to them.

“Like a moth to a flame!” our daughter would laughingly proclaim.

“There she is! Dr. Susan Tyler-Manheim, our busy little Nobel Prize winner!”

Her resemblance to Mira Sorvino made me feel like we stumbled onto a movie set. She shyly smiled and rose from the green stool she was perched on to greet us.

“Wait! Don’t tell me!! You’re Sarge and this must be your daughter, Alanna!!!” said the diminutive Dr.. Tyler-Manheim.

“I thought I was the only one who could guess people’s names when I meet them for the first time!” I chuckled as I shook the hand she preferred to me and Alanna.

“Oh, no! I’m far from psychic! Arthur told me that the two of you may be dropping in and I’ve got fairly good recall.” She said shyly.

Chief Matchinkoa laughed and added, “Fairly good recall? You mean total recall, don’tcha?”

“No, I’m not hypervisual but it’s true about the Nobel Prize!” Dr. Tyler-Manheim corrected the chief. “After all these years of research I guess something had to pay off!”

“Years of research? You look my age!” Alanna blurted out.

“You’re too kind! You’d be surprised what Royal Queen Jelly can do for us girls!” the entomologist said with a wink, “I’ll have to whip up a batch for you!”

She coughed and took on a more sober tone as the young scientist added, “Seriously though, I’m happy you came so I can set the record straight while showing you around the lab.”

“As you know there are only a few species of insects that interact with humanity in a productive way. At best even those hexapods share the same ambivalent attitude towards us that housecats do.” Dr. Tyler-Manheim said absently as she led us passed a bank of terrariums.

“Of course, we don’t focus solely on hexapods either as you can see for yourselves!” she added with a sweep of her hands indicating the terrariums that ranged beyond us. Some of these tanks housed arachnids, centipedes and millipedes that could only otherwise be housed in a Wayne Reinagel novel. “Although the Judas Bug was my original pet project I admit I didn’t actually breed them as the movie implies. In fact, I guess I rediscovered them using notes recovered from the notorious Antlion!”

“The Antlion?”

“That’s right! He was an early nemesis of the Savage Seven. Antlion was aptly named because he was a homiculi with a ferocious temper. He had just returned from Maple White Land when he volunteered to fight along side Savage and his friends in World War I. What he didn’t tell his fellow volunteers was that he smuggled along a fantastic find that thrived on salt pork but preferred smoked ham. Theo thought he throttled someone who was shadowing Antlion and to his horror he learned it was some kind of prehistoric cockroach as it scurried away. He had no idea that the mimic who was almost as large as his master was going to lead to Theo’s well known nickname. Antlion detested Theo, especially because they were both fastidious dressers. Antlion and his manlike ward took off one night with a truckload of hams that Theo couldn’t account for. So in the end the purloined pork was pinned on the barrister!”

At this point I’m sure Alanna’s curiosity was brimming over with questions just like mine when the chief interrupted. “And here I thought you were going to make Sarge and Alanna’s blood run cold by giving them the lowdown on how C.Y.P.H.E.R. was attempting to bring Jim Anthony’s hotel empire down to its knees!”

“Cimex lectularius or bedbugs belong to the Cimicidae family of parasitic insects. This family of small hexapods subsists on the blood of homeothermic chordata. Although virtually eradicated in developed countries they’ve made an alarming resurgence since the nineties. Here at Weapons of Choice much of our research has been funded by a generous grant from the Waldorf Anthony hotel chain but we’re currently stymied and hoping for a breakthrough. You see the Monomorium pharaonis’ venom is lethal to bedbugs but biological pest control is not very practical for eliminating bedbugs from human habitations. We’re still actively researching other natural enemies of bedbugs like ants, centipedes, cockroaches, the masked hunter, mites and Thanatus flavidus.”

“In the meantime, although the bedbug is a distant relation to the jitterbug, it’s a red herring compared to my latest studies in humanoid hexapods. That’s what led me to stories by L. Frank Baum, H.P. Lovecraft, A.J. Portera and Jack Snow!”

“You don’t mean Enoch Clubman’s Bug Friday?” Alanna and I said almost in unison.

“You’ve got it!” replied Dr. Manheim. “Of course, Bug Friday is also known by other names like the Doodlebug, Mu-Tant and the Woggle Bug!”

“You mean to tell us that Bug Friday actually existed?” asked Alanna.

The researcher and the wrestler nodded like bobble heads.

“Existed? He still exists and you’ll both bump into him while we’re out on the grounds!”

“In fact, he was wearing a lot of makeup when he portrayed the Mu-Tant in “This Island Earth!” He wouldn’t have taken the role but needed the money at the time! It’s much easier for him to be living here at Weapons of Choice!”

STAY TUNED FOR MORE FROM SARGE PORTERA’S WEAPONS OF CHOICE!

MOONSTONE MONDAY-CAPTAIN ACTION ENTERPRISES TAKING THE GOOD CAPTAIN AND SAVAGE BEAUTY TO COMIC BOOK CLUB LIVE!!

MOONSTONE MONDAY-CAPTAIN ACTION ENTERPRISES TAKING THE GOOD CAPTAIN AND SAVAGE BEAUTY TO COMIC BOOK CLUB LIVE!!

Ed Catto of Captain Action Enterprises, LLC shared this interesting tidbit with ALL PULP today.  He and his partner, Joe Ahearn will be appearing on the live stage show ‘COMIC BOOK CLUB LIVE’ in New York City (details to follow).  According to Catto, this is a show where ‘three comedians do a Jay Leno type thing” and discuss comic books and related topics with creators.  It gives audience members a chance to see what’s coming soon and creators an unique way to market their upcoming projects. 

If you’re in the NYC area tomorrow night, then go see Catto and Ahearn talk about Savage Beauty and Captain Action on COMIC BOOK CLUB LIVE!!

Details of appearance-
Savage Beauty and Captain Action – on stage Tuesday night at NYC’s Comic Book Club Live! Time: 8:00pm – 9:00pm

Location: The Peoples Improv Theater

Street: 154 West 29Th Street, 2Nd Floor

City/Town: Manhattan, NYTickets: $5

Online: ThePIT-NYC.com

Phone: 1-800-838-3006

Questions? 212-563-7488

MOONSTONE MONDAY-Just So You Don’t Forget to Order SAVAGE BEAUTY

In an effort to promote its upcoming SAVAGE BEAUTY comic title (debuting in February from Moonstone and Captain Action Enterprises, LLC), Moonstone released a Savage Beauty themed Diamond Previews short order form today!!  Just print it out or fill it in if you’re computer savvy enough, place your order, and send it to your comic retailer today to make sure you get SAVAGE BEAUTY #1, one of each cover!!

MOONSTONE MONDAY-CLIFFHANGER FICTION FEATURING THE SPIDER!

MOONSTONE MONDAY-CLIFFHANGER FICTION FEATURING THE SPIDER!

 
MOONSTONE CLIFFHANGER FICTION!!!
Moonstone Books and ALL PULP are proud to present the next chapter of MOONSTONE CLIFFHANGER FINCTION!!!!
Let ALL PULP know what you think of MOONSTONE CLIFFHANGER FICTION on the Comments Page!!!
Want more Moonstone??? http://www.moonstonebooks.com/ !   And stay tuned at the end of this week’s chapter for a link to purchase the collection this story is featured in!
THIS WEEK ON MOONSTONE CLIFFHANGER FICTION-
CITY OF THE MELTING DEAD
A STORY OF THE SPIDER
BY MARTIN POWELL
featured in THE SPIDER: CHRONICLES
from Moonstone Books
PART TWO


“Hard to believe you’re finally serious,” Police Commission Kirkpatrick said bluntly, easing back in an overstuffed chair.

Richard Wentworth laughed, handing his old friend an Irish whisky and soda.

“You’ll never change,” Wentworth chided back. “Suspicious of me till the end.”

“With good reason,” Kirkpatrick smiled, the ends of his mustache curling upward. “The news that Richard Wentworth, famed criminologist, is deciding to retire, get married and finally settle down, is going to raise a lot of eyebrows in this city.”

Wentworth shrugged good-naturedly.

“Well, according to you, Kirk, the Spider’s elimination of the Poison Fog Gang ends the last of New York’s great crime-rings. Seems like things will be getting pretty dull around here from now on.”

There was a long moment of silence as each man studied the other, many years of mysteries and mayhem shared between them. Each had risked his life for the other, many times. They hadn’t always agreed, but both men were dedicated soldiers in the same war. Few men were closer than these two.

“And so I take it that the Spider will also be retiring, then?” Kirkpatrick sipped his drink with a smirk.

Wentworth refilled his own glass, his expression seemingly devoid of interest.

“Well, how on earth would I know what the Spider is planning? It’s not like we share gossip during social functions, you know.”

Kirkpatrick nodded, but noted that his old friend never quite looked him in the eye whenever discussion of the notorious vigilante came up between them.

“True enough, Dick,” the Police Commissioner replied with narrowed eyes. “I’d like to think that you have very little in common with that murdering lunatic…and yet—”

The sudden clamor of the telephone interrupted Kirkpatrick’s familiar accusation. Wentworth sardonically shook his head, his grey eyes glinting with amusement.

“As I’ve said many times before, I think you’ve got the Spider all wrong,” his handsome face was almost boyish in its innocence. “You might not approve of his methods, but he definitely gets results that your official policemen frequently fail to achieve. Ah, what is it, Jenkins?”

The butler stood with formal dignity in the doorway, ignoring Kirkpatrick’s obvious agitation.

“Miss Van Sloan phoned, sir. The Daimler has unfortunately broken down, stranding her in the Garment District. A faulty fan belt. I suggested that Mr. Jackson meet her with another vehicle, but she insisted the subway would be faster. She begs your pardon, sir, and should be here within half an hour.”

Wentworth frowned slightly, then brightened. “Well, Nita and I have waited this long,” he sighed. “Another thirty minutes can hardly matter. Care for another drink, Kirk, ol’boy?”

The Commissioner waved him away. “As I was saying, Dick, while it is true that I have, upon occasion, openly suspected you of being the Spider, there always existed an alibi to absolve you. Rather convenient alibis, too, I might add.”

Wentworth smiled openly with a frank, honest expression. There was no denying the man’s charm. “Leave it up to you to reopen that old chestnut!” he casually clicked ice into his glass. Well—what is it, then? Am I innocent…or am I guilty?”

The telephone again interrupted, slicing the sudden silence.

Kirkpatrick faintly grinned, and winked at his friend. “Let’s just say I wish you a happy retirement,” he raised the glass, then drained the last swallow.

Both men noticed Jenkins again standing in the doorway, his normally aloof demeanor seeming noticeably pale.

“Your pardon, sir…” the butler nearly stammered. “It…it’s the station for Commissioner Kirkpatrick. There’s been an accident…a subway train has just wrecked in the tunnel near 94th and Broadway…there appears to be very few survivors, sir.”

Kirkpatrick got instantly to his feet. Wentworth was already at the door, flinging on his heavy overcoat. His steely eyes shone with a terrible intensity as the suspected horror cut deep into his heart.

“My God! Nita—!” he breathed.

Suddenly, the ever-waiting shadows surged back into the soul of Richard Wentworth.

*****
Imminent scientist Doctor Emerick Berg had done what was commanded of him. With deep regret he’d performed the test upon that old prying reporter in the tenement, where the range and precision of his machine had worked only too well. It had exceeded his theories, truly fantastic and terrible in its wake.

He peered down again at what remained of his hands, remembering the fine artistic extensions they had once been. Now only two digits remained, a thumb and a forefinger. He’d been generously allowed to keep these, so he could more deftly demonstrate the operation of his hellish mechanism. The other fingers had been wrenched out by the roots, a more than sufficient persuader in divulging all his confessed secrets.

Now, alone in his cell, Dr. Berg awaited the dreadful news of the subway.

It was not long in coming.

“We are triumphant, Doctor…your destiny is fulfilled.”

The being who called himself the Crucible lumbered his great amorphous mass into the chamber, the fragile dwarfish creature who was his brother followed helplessly behind him.

Berg’s own deep sense of guilt wouldn’t allow himself to look into the hate-seethed eyes of the roaring giant. The pained and tragic gaze of the brother, however, screamed volumes into his tormented conscience. Wretched as he was at that instant, the scientist still felt pity for the wizened little man in the shadow of the monster, knowing full well that he was, in many ways, just as much a prisoner of the Crucible as he himself.

The dwarf frantically clasped the other’s massive shoulder. “ Please, brother,” he pleaded with horror. “ This madness must stop…be merciful—”

The Crucible savagely struck him. “Was anyone ever merciful to us?” he scoffed. “You always were the weak one. It is ludicrous that we share the same blood.”

The giant drew a heavy revolver from his ponderous robes. Berg sighed, and stopped his shuddering. A gun.

Good. This would be quick, not like what the fiend had done to his hands with the rusty pliers.

“Your place in history is assured, Dr. Berg,” the Crucible nodded as a loud report ended what was left of the scientist’s brilliant mind, bursting it onto cracked plaster walls and rotten wooden rafters.

“He served his higher purpose,” the Crucible rumbled. “ I’m satisfied that I can successfully operate his machine alone. The subway was merely an experiment. The Crucible’s masterpiece awaits.”

Doctor Emerick Berg’s slavery had abruptly ended, but to the terrified dwarf, the bondage was as complete as ever. Worse still, he knew full well of his brother’s hideous scheme. Hot, seething Hell was coming to countless unsuspecting thousands. There seemed no chance of stopping it now.

New York was already doomed. The city just didn’t know it yet.

*********
Beneath the pavement of 94th and Broadway, chaos ran wild amid the dead and the dying. Tough, seasoned cops had gone down into the subway tunnel only to stagger out again in stupefied hor ror just as the entrance collapsed behind them. It could be hours before rescue crews might reach the dozens of casualties who remained trapped below. Although there were survivors, it all seemed quite hopeless.

Richard Wentworth clambered over the rubble and wreckage of the tunnel with the soundless stealth of an alley cat. Nita. Sweet, loving, ever-loyal Nita. Her bright intelligent eyes and warm luxuriant lips burned in his mind, and in his gut. No matter the risk, he would never abandon Nita.

It had been a simple matter to slip away from Kirkpatrick during the panic and confusion at the subway entrance above. Steadily Wentworth made his way toward the disaster, sometimes crawling, sometimes burrowing, heart pounding and throat tightening with each foot of painful progress. He didn’t know how long he had been at it. It didn’t matter.

Then, almost miraculously, Wentworth penetrated the tunnel. It took a long moment before his eyes could adjust to the sudden change of illumination. He stared, unblinking, taking it all in. The scene could almost have been a stanza out of Dante. Flinching emergency lights flashed a lightning storm the color of blood over the carnage, and thin ribbons of grey smoke snaked through the narrow claustrophobic passage carrying a thick, greasy stench throughout the underground. It was the odor of death.

The subway had jumped the track, that much was apparent, crashing into the coiling tunnel with its cars twisting and welding together from the awful impact. The two front cars still appeared to have living people inside, although there was an indescribable wrongness about them as seen at first glance through the shattered windows.

But, Wentworth had no time to dwell upon that for outside the train, there in the tunnel, terrified, once normal people, were dying and killing each other. The screams reminded him of the Great War, and being again in the trenches. The entire crowd of perhaps half a hundred survivors frantically, hopeless, sought escape no matter the cost. Makeshift clubs raised and fell, bursting flesh and crushing bone.

In a growing rage, Wentworth watched as a small child was trampled. An elderly woman was struck and flung bodily like a broken doll above the splintered tracks. The crowd leapt and swarmed, and a surrounded man, already grievous injured, was torn to pieces.

He had seen enough. If this breeding fear were to be controlled, then it must been mastered by something even more fearsome.

Wentworth’s sudden motion was deliberate and uncanny as his reversible topcoat unfurled into a full dark cloak draped about his shoulders and swinging down to his heels. He quickly molded his black hat into a slouch that pulled low over a lank dead wig concealed in its crown. A black silk mask and snarling ivory fangs came from a secret pocket, and were deftly donned to a more than sinister effect.

There was no more Richard Wentworth. Instead, a crouching, burning eyed monster stood in his place, seething with menace and revulsion. The maddened mob would recognize him instantly, and the sight of him would shock them with a fresh terror.

Big black guns slid from their hidden holsters, exploding thunder through the confines of the tunnel. The violence stopped instantly, replaced with utter silence.

Then, the Spider laughed.

“You all know who I am,” he grimaced, the sharp teeth gleaming in the fading, pulsing electric light. “I will kill the next man who strikes a blow.”

A low murmur followed, he heard his awesome name uttered by a few with hushed reverberations. The aggression was over.

The Spider indicated the makeshift tunnel with a wave of his gun-hand. “Quietly now,” he hissed, more creature than man. “You can all escape through here. Anyone who can still walk will take up the injured and carry them to safety.”

After a brief moment of stillness, the mastered mob obeyed and, puppet-like, removed the wounded and themselves through the narrow tunnel to safety.

The Spider glided with his infamous lurching gait among the tracks. The fanged mouth suddenly lost most of its menace, becoming a grim straight line.

Something had caught his eye.

He bent, snatched the thing up. It was a green high-heeled shoe.

The steely ferocity left his gaze, growing moist. Wentworth read the label visible on the inner sole, but he was already certain of its owner:

Made Expressly for Miss Nita Van Sloan

His gut had been right, as always. Nita was on the train.

 
END OF PART TWO

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TIPPIN’ HANCOCK’S HAT-Reviews by Tommy Hancock
“Voices-A Captain Future Story”
Written by Mike Bullock

Art by Norm Lanting
From Moonstone Books

I am probably a moderate fan of science fiction pulp compared to most pulp fans.  I cut my teeth on the hero and detective stories of the age, so that is where my interests lie most, but I also enjoy me some good sci fi pulp.  And that is exactly what we have in this story detailing an adventure of Captain Future and his Futuremen, written by Mike Bullock and scheduled for release in an upcoming Moonstone publication.

“Voices” is a story of encounters by a space station, a science colony, and a probe with a strange anomaly.  The powers-that-be are unsure about what this thing is, so they send their best team, who happens to be in the area, out to investigate.  Of course, that is Captain Future, his buddy The Brain (literally the greatest scientist ever contained in a mechanical box apparatus), Otho, the synthetic man, and Grag, the almost human robot.  What Future and his team encounter is the crux of the story, but it involves contact, conflict, knowledge, and a great moral at the end.

This story is complete with every good science fiction trope a kid of the seventies and eighties like me was trained to look for.  This reads like an excellent episode of STAR TREK in several regards, but stands beyond that.  Bullock uses dialogue here not only to stage witty banter between Otho and Grag, but for the purpose dialogue was meant for.  Not filling the air with words, but filling the mind of the reader with the story’s characters.  Eyes may be the windows to our soul, but Bullock’s narrative and dialogue indicate there are other ways to get in as well.

The art is atmospheric and engaging.  And on some levels, downright creepy in that the shading and manipulation of black and white make parts of the images look as if they have the potential for life…way too cool.  Lanting captures not only the feel of the stories, but adds a cinematic flare to the whole affair.

Five out of Five Tips of the Hat-Yup, wow!

PULP ARTISTS’ WEEKEND-PEDRO CRUZ SPOTLIGHTED! INTERVIEW AND GALLERY!!!


AP – Hi Pedro, and thank you so much for agreed to doing this little interview with here at All Pulp. Let’s get started with a little background about yourself. Tell us something about who Pedro Cruz is. Where do you live, where did you grow up etc.etc. and what is your current status?

PC – Hi, thanks for having me. I live with my dear wife on the same town where we’ve lived since we were kids, a small suburb of Lisbon, the city where we were born, in Portugal. Thirty-five years ago (that’s how old I am) Portugal had just left a long dictatorship and, by modern standards, it was an incredibly old fashioned place! Just to give you an idea, when I was born, there was only one single TV channel (owned by the state) broadcasting in black and white for just about six hours every evening! Everybody saw the same shows and heard the same news – it was like growing up on a little village. We used to watch old Warner Bros. and Hanna-Barbera cartoons, Japanese animated series like Marco, Heidi, Future Boy Conan, experimental animation films from Canada and even from the old eastern bloc countries too, but also old ‘60s series like The Avengers, The Twilight Zone or The Outer Limits. There were many documentaries and we got to see old classic Hollywood and European movies in prime-time, something that would never happen now. Plus, most shows, even for kids, were broadcast in their original languages and subtitled, which made it easier for the kids of my generation to become polyglots and actually helped us learn to read. So TV had a huge part on shaping up my worldview. At the same time, there were plenty of newsagents with loads of comics featuring the Phantom, Mandrake, Flash Gordon, Prince Valiant, Popeye, Uncle Scrooge, Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse, Little Lulu, Tubby, Richie Rich, Casper, Hot Stuff, Turma da Monica, Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, Captain America, the Incredible Hulk, Conan… just to give you an idea, they could have a whole wall devoted just to comics. These were mostly Brazilian editions, as Brazil is an old colony of Portugal and we share the same language. I should point out that in terms of format, these were usually quite different from traditional American comics, about A5 in size ( 210 x 148 mm or 8.3 x 5.8 in ) and had from 64 to 300 pages featuring both current tales and reprints of old golden or silver age stories. And they were very cheap – I could read all the marvel line easily as one single magazine would be a sort of anthology consisting of one or two issues of the original editions of Captain America, the Avengers and Thor, for instances. Sometimes, they also featured articles on the authors or had pastimes or bring some kind of toy or poster… They were fun! On proper bookstores you had B.D. (Bande-Dessinée) hardcover comic albums with Tintin, Astérix, Spirou, Smurfs, Lucky Luke, Blake & Mortimer, Michel Vaillant, Ric Hochet, Valerian, Lieutenant Blueberry, Corto Maltese, Mafalda… I don’t want to sound like a grumpy old man, but nowadays, this reality I’m describing is mostly gone. Bookstores still have B.D. albums, but it’s very rare that you find newsagents carrying comics and there are very few anyway. Back to the past, my parents were very supportive and enthusiastic of me, they were big moviegoers and took me to see the Disney, Spielberg and Lucas movies that have had such a big impact on me and my generation. I was incredibly lucky of being born in the right time and place to experience this pop golden age and it left a mark in me that made me want to make things like what I saw in movies, cartoons and comics. I was an only child and my dad would bring home paper, pencils and pens in ample supply, so I’d spend long hours trying to draw characters and adventures either copied or imagined, in a style that echoed that same sensibility and aesthetic of all this pop culture. Later I went to study architecture in college, that seemed like a nice choice because I had the grades needed to get in there, it was a respectable profession and I still got to draw and learn art, but my heart was never there. During college, I worked for awhile at a small animation studio and it was an eye opener to how that really functioned. It was the galleys, really, you were just a cog in a machine. Animators got treated with very little respect and earned minimum wages. I left that, finished my graduation and went on to become a teacher while never stopping to draw. I won two awards on the annual public cartoon contest at Amadora Cartoon (the biggest comic convention here) and had quite a few illustrations, comics and cartoons published on DNJovem, a youth supplement that used to be a part of the print edition of Diário de Notícias, one of our leading newspapers. Unfortunately, there is no comics industry here in Portugal so I developed my blog as a way of showing my work. Currently, besides the comics on the blog, I’m also producing illustrations for Airship27.

AP –What level of formal art education did you have? What schools did you attend? Do you also teach art? If so, what kind?

PC – I graduated as an architect by the Faculdade de Arquitectura da Universidade Técnica de Lisboa and this year I’m taking a master’s degree on the area of Education, specifically Art Education. Currently, I work as a teacher on the public school giving art lessons to the 5th and 6th grades. My students are mostly children of African and gypsy ethnics from one of the most socially problematic suburbs in Lisbon, they’re extraordinarily creative and love expressing themselves through the arts which makes my job very fulfilling and fun too. I’m also coordinating a couple of projects at my school, one involving a role-playing game that helps pupils develop personal and social skills through problem-based learning, and another where I’m tutoring a small group of students developing a comic book and learning the different tasks involved in its creation (writing, penciling, inking, coloring, lettering).

AP –Did you always want to be a commercial illustrator? What was your first professional commission? Have you ever done work in the advertising field?

PC – I’ve always wanted to work on areas related to art, and had dreams of being able to draw as a full-time job. Unfortunately, the market here in my small country is diminutive and doesn’t pay all that well, especially if you want to have a house and family. The first time I got a professional commission was right after college, when an old classmate’s girlfriend asked for a caricature of all her fellow employees and her boss to give him as a good-bye present because he was moving to another department.

AP –Your website indicates you’ve done comic work. Have you always been a comic book fan and what are some of the comic projects you have worked on?

PC – I have always been an avid comic book fan and it’s only been on recent years that my consumption of comics has slowed down almost to a halt. I still read a book here and there but it has to be done either by a friend or from a very limited list of artists whose work I continue to follow. In spite of that, I still find great enjoyment in creating and drawing comics.
As far as collaborations in comics go, I worked on Guard Dogs, a series written by Jason Quinn for Starscape Illustrated, a UK-based fanzine. I drew “Helljacket”, a short story written by Steve Zegers for Ronin Studio’s Ronin Illustrated. I also drew the first issue of NiteLite Theatre’s White Ghost and a short story featuring the Semite, one of writer Mike Haselhoff’s characters. There’s also been Grace, a great short story written by Aria Ponto. My blog is the best place to find some of these and other comics, if you take the time to explore it.
I’ve done entirely on my own WHYM and METANOIA. At the moment, the later is still a work in progress which I post once a week on my blog but it has a definite ending. I also have a few more projects in different stages of development which will hopefully see the light of day sooner or later.

AP –What graphic illustrators have been the most influence on your development?
What did you learn being a fan of their work?

PC – Comic book art has always been my primary influence and the list of graphic illustrators who have and continue to influence my development would probably be too long to relay here. Speaking strictly for the pulp illustrations I’ve been doing for Airship 27, I’ve purposefully tried to do what I’d call a classic American style. To this end I’ve been using the duoshade technique, which I was first introduced to by the work of John Byrne in the early 1990s in comics such as his OMAC mini-series and Namor. Originally, this was done through the use of a special paper called craftint, I think, that had imprinted lines or dot screens in non-repro blue, that became visible when a special chemical was applied. I was fascinated with the results of such technique and thought it was a very efficient and graphic way of introducing value, tone and special effects that could enhance the sense of mood, place, texture and dimension in a drawing while still working with just pure black ink on white paper. I investigated more and learned that the original master of such technique in comic illustration was the late great cartoonist Roy Crane and have devoured his work whenever I’ve come across a reprint of his comic strips. Since I had no access to craftint boards or the chemicals used to develop that process, I ended up creating duoshade through digital effects on the computer. So, basically, those are the two cartoonists that have probably influenced most the work I’ve been doing for the pulps.

AP –Of all the artists in the field today, which do you admire the most and why?

PC – I am very omnivorous in my tastes but, speaking strictly of comics, of all the artists still regularly working professionally in the field, the one that still amazes me the most is Jean Giraud “Moebius”. I can look repeatedly even at his latest works, like Inside Moebius or Le Chasseur Déprime, and still feel surprised, inspired and refreshed. Looking at his work makes me want to draw! There’s no bigger compliment I can think of for an artist.

AP –How did you first become affiliated with Airship 27 Productions? Was this the first pulp illustrating you had ever done?

PC – My friend writer Aaron Smith came up with a story featuring Doctor Watson and Doctor Seward for a possible graphic novel for me to illustrate. Then he started to work for Airship27 and pitched the same idea as a novel to Ron Fortier, presenting the possibility of me working as an illustrator for the novel. Ron liked my art and asked if I was also interested in contributing illustrations for Jim Anthony Super-Detective, another of their series. Naturally, I jumped at the chance of illustrating pulp adventures. After all, many of the comic book heroes which I’d enjoyed so much as a kid had their roots on the pulps. I’d never done it before, but I’ve loved the experience so far. Ron Fortier and Rob Davis have been incredibly easy and friendly to work with. Their role as mentors behind this project can’t be over-emphasized and I hope our collaboration continue for many years to come.

AP – You’ve illustrated a Doctor Watson book and two featuring pulp hero Jim Anthony. Do you prefer one character over the other and do you have a different approach when doing the art for these two diverse characters?

PC – I like them both for different reasons. As far as the drawing goes, Jim Anthony comes easier because he’s just such an archetype, with his muscled physique, the strong jaw line and the defying attitude, so there’s really no way I could miss him other than on purpose. Doctor Watson, on the other hand, is much more of a challenge because not only is he closer to one of us common mortals, everybody knows him, which makes it intimidating. Drawing him is like sketching an impression of an old friend from back when you were a kid… only he is very famous, so you better make sure you draw him correctly!

AP –Is there a particular pulp or comic book character you would like to work on?

Why those characters?

PC – There’s a bunch of comic book characters I’d like to work on. Problem is they no longer have much character in them; they’re just properties. So, while I don’t rule out the possibility of working on pre-existing comic book characters – never say never – at this point in time, on that level, I’m much more interested in developing my own worlds, characters and stories, even if they are inspired by what came before. Which is basically the advice Jack Kirby gave young, new creators: if you want to follow on his footsteps, do your own thing. As far as pulp go, I think things are different as the characters I’ve been drawing for Airship 27 fall within public domain and aren’t owned by any one particular corporation whose sole intent is exploiting them and the authors involved for maximum profit at the least expense, with little care or regard for the original vision of the characters or their creators. With Airship27, there is a desire of respecting the characters and their original authors’ intentions as much as possible and everybody retains full rights to their own work, which is nicer. Beyond that, I’d like to have the opportunity of spreading my horizons and work on other genres like science-fiction and high fantasy.

AP –Here’s a tricky one. Of all the work you’ve ever done, which are you the most proud of?

PC – Oh, I won’t fall for that one, that’s like picking a favorite out of your sons. They all have their charming qualities and their faults too. Usually, the next project, the one that’s still floating in my mind’s eye, not yet materialized, that’s the one that excites me the most.

AP – Finally, is there anything you would like to plug here? Some project you want to let your fans know is coming soon? Feel free to promote away.

PC – I have my own blog www.pedro-cruz.blogspot.com where I regularly post. Again, as with drawing and making comics it is a way of communicating, of reaching out to people through my posts. Sometimes, it’s a funny video I come across on youtube, other times it’s just some rambling I have to put off my chest, often it’ll be some sketch or a comic. Currently, I’m serializing METANOIA, an experimental wordless comic, quite different from my pulp illustrations, in which I get to work with color. Once that’s finished I’ll probably take some months off to make the switch to producing fully digital artwork. For the last few years I’ve been using hybrid methods of creating art, but now it’s time to make the definitive change hoping it’ll improve my productivity while helping save some trees. If all goes well, you should all be seeing the results of that sometime in 2011. In the meantime, in terms of pulp fiction, I’m currently illustrating a new book featuring a couple of stories with Dr. Watson and Hound Dog Harker, and also a comic short story with none other than Jim Anthony Super-Detective.

AP – Thanks so much, Pedro. This has been most informative. Continued success in all your future endeavors.

PC – My pleasure.

FEATURED ARTIST-PEDRO CRUZ

11/11/10

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