"While some Martians lose their heads, others choose to keep theirs buried in the sand."
Saturday, November 22, 2014
What's the matter, Ralphie?
You shoot your eye out?
Oh, there's no Superhero Story under the tree?
Awww ...
Better look again, Ralph.
Is that a copy of Superhero Story I see?
We must have missed it before.
So are you happy now?
Merry Christmas, Ralphie.
And to all you other Ralphies out there, too!
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Jake and his friends are just your typical teenagers, doing what typical teenagers do ... until they cross paths with superheroes ... and supervillains.
Caught in the crossfire, as the forces of good and evil battle for control of the city, the stakes have never been higher, and the youths find themselves in one unbelievable situation after another.
Perfect for kids of all ages, and heroes of all stages ...
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Saturday, November 15, 2014
And the dreidel will rock ...
For that matter, ALL of Hanukkah will rock ...
if you give them the gift of Superhero Story this year.
It's 100% Kosher ... but I wouldn't eat it.
Unless you dared me.
Jake and his friends are just your typical teenagers, doing what typical teenagers do ... until they cross paths with superheroes ... and supervillains.
Caught in the crossfire, as the forces of good and evil battle for control of the city, the stakes have never been higher, and the youths find themselves in one unbelievable situation after another.
Perfect for kids of all ages, and heroes of all stages ...
Available at Amazon, iBooks, Smashwords.com,
Books-A-Million, and most other online booksellers.
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Saturday, November 8, 2014
Arena Mode - Assault or Attrition
“How
did it feel to kill a superhero?” Her
words were muffled by a mouthful of spaghetti.
I couldn’t
help but smile. Coming from a six-year-old girl the question sounded
perfectly innocent – almost sweet. I knew my sister would have
never allowed her children to watch the Arena Mode tournament, but
she couldn’t isolate them from the rest of the world. Eventually,
some way or another, they were going to discover the truth about
their uncle Matt. And once they did, they’d undoubtedly have some
questions.
Three
months had passed since the summer of 2041, and I was still the most
talked-about man on the planet. Simulcasts speculated about every
aspect of my life: my physical condition, my whereabouts, and the
psychological toll the tournament had taken on me. And whenever the
name Matthew Moxon appeared in the media – almost without exception
– my unfortunate moniker accompanied it:The
God Slayer.
Continue reading at
The Arena Mode Saga is drawing to a conclusion with ‘Final Empire’, the third and final book of the bestselling sci-fi/superhero series by Canadian author Blake Northcott.
The 300+ page novel will be available on Kickstarter beginning October 18th, and will include illustrations throughout by a number of notable artists:
- Natasha Allegri (Adventure Time, Fionna and Cake)
- John Broglia (God Complex, Unmasked)
- Joe Corroney (Star Wars, Star Trek)
- Derek Laufman (Batman Black & White, Marvel vs. Capcom)
- Mark McKenna (Star Wars: Old Republic, Justice League)
- Steve McNiven (Death of Wolverine, Guardians of the Galaxy)
- David Nakayama (Deadpool cover artist)
- Roc Upchurch (Rat Queens)
Captain Olympia ... the dynamo in white and gold ...
“I
bet you’re acquainted with these two,” MacPherson said.
“We’ve
seen them in action, a few times,” Jake said.
MacPherson
smiled. “I thought so.”
“You
see the guy in the white costume?” Rhoads said.
“Yeah,”
Halley said.
“That’s
Captain Olympia. He
excels at all physical, sporting-type endeavors … and all that
excellence comes into play,
as he battles the bad guys, and helps the good guys.”
“Huh,”
Jake said. “An Olympian, just like you.”
“That’s
funny,” MacPherson said, with a glance toward Rhoads. “I really
never thought of that.”
“That
must be what the gold on his outfit is for,” Ben said, “like
Olympic medals.”
“Makes
sense to me,” Rhoads said.
“Hey,
Mister MacPherson—how many medals did you win, anyhow?”
“Me?
Olympic medals? Just a few … oh, thirty-something, I
guess.” He smiled proudly. “Mostly gold.”
“Wow!
That’s way more than anyone ever, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.
I guess I had a few pretty good years.”
Jake
laughed. “A few good years …”
Rhoads
smirked and shook his head.
“What
events did you win?” Ben said. “All of them?”
“Ben,”
Halley said, “if he’d won everything, they would have kicked him
out.”
“Exactly,”
MacPherson said. “I had to be careful of that.”
“They
would’ve caught him in a cheating scandal—whether
he was cheating, or not.”
“That’s
right. I had to be careful of that,
too.”
“So,”
Ben said, “which events did you win?”
“Aw,
well … only the ones I entered; a little of this, and a little of
that. I dabbled in archery, Greco-Roman wrestling, swimming, skiing,
table tennis …”
“Table
tennis? You mean ping pong?
That’s an Olympic sport?”
“Of
course it is,” Halley said. “Every Summer Olympics since 1988.”
The
others chuckled.
“See?”
Ben said. “She knows everything.”
“I
study everything,”
Halley said.
“That’s
the way,” MacPherson said. “And … where was I? Oh, yeah …
cycling … speed skating … boxing, Taekwondo, fencing … and then
there was … beach volleyball.”
“Beach
volleyball!” Ben laughed. “That must have been a riot! No
way can I imagine you
in a bikini!”
“Hey,”
MacPherson said, “you trying to hurt my feelings, kid?”
They
all laughed.
“Well
I can tell you,”
Rhoads said, “that my
feelings aren’t hurt—but thanks to that mental image—I still
feel bad.”
“Now
that hurts my
feelings,” MacPherson said. “And you realize—Benji—it’s
only the women’s volleyballers who wear the bikinis, right?”
“Oh,
really?” Ben said.
“Geez,”
Jake said, “No bikini. You must have really had to watch
out for sunburns, huh?”
“Yes,
you always have to watch the sun exposure; but just so we’re clear,
I did wear something—just
not a bikini, alright?”
Jaked
grinned at his friends. “Alright Mister MacPherson … whatever you
say.”
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Arena Mode - Prologue
Suspended three kilometers above The Arena I was waiting to be dropped from a hovercraft.
If the fall didn’t kill me someone at the bottom certainly would. Anyone in the competition could melt me with a plasma bolt, incinerate me with their heat vision, or simply pummel me to death with their bare hands. But if I managed to survive all of that, and those chances were slim, the time bomb ticking away inside my head would eventually do me in. Either way I was toast...it was just a matter of time.
Continue reading at http://blakenorthcott.com/prologue.shtml
If the fall didn’t kill me someone at the bottom certainly would. Anyone in the competition could melt me with a plasma bolt, incinerate me with their heat vision, or simply pummel me to death with their bare hands. But if I managed to survive all of that, and those chances were slim, the time bomb ticking away inside my head would eventually do me in. Either way I was toast...it was just a matter of time.
Continue reading at http://blakenorthcott.com/prologue.shtml
The Arena Mode Saga is drawing to a conclusion with ‘Final Empire’, the third and final book of the bestselling sci-fi/superhero series by Canadian author Blake Northcott.
The 300+ page novel will be available on Kickstarter beginning October 18th, and will include illustrations throughout by a number of notable artists:
- Natasha Allegri (Adventure Time, Fionna and Cake)
- John Broglia (God Complex, Unmasked)
- Joe Corroney (Star Wars, Star Trek)
- Derek Laufman (Batman Black & White, Marvel vs. Capcom)
- Mark McKenna (Star Wars: Old Republic, Justice League)
- Steve McNiven (Death of Wolverine, Guardians of the Galaxy)
- David Nakayama (Deadpool cover artist)
- Roc Upchurch (Rat Queens)
As well as illustrations from Thor Mangila of Iron Age Comics, and YouTube personality Comic Book Girl 19.
Saturday, November 1, 2014
Warlord and Concubine
“This is it,” she said under her breath. “The moment of truth.”
Not the moment of actual truth—she for one certainly would not be telling that. Not all of it. Not even if she were broken.
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The sand whispered and eddied below the low-hovering platform at her feet as she passed, the imposing form of the palace-plex having now come into full view.
She knew that meant that she, herself, had now come into full view as well.
The master’s guard would soon be upon her.
She felt her senses pique as she anticipated her inevitable apprehension, and she fought not to show it. The best defense would be a convincing display of innocence.
How would the master accept her? Would the master accept her? He, the warlord, had never been known to suffer fools … or be willing to be made one of. For his entire oppressive reign, from his bloody, terrible rise to power and before, the master had made it abundantly clear. The burden of suffering would be borne on the backs of any fools who would dare cross him or his dominion.
The man and his dominion … they were one and the same, actually. A universal truth?
A smile pursed her lips.
As universal as any.
Hopefully so … her reason for being depended on it. He needed to need her, to want her back. To be less concerned about her whereabouts and the circumstances of her disappearance … than having back in his hand that which was his.
So his.
He had proclaimed her the crown jewel of his court—not before the court, but the court knew it all the same.
It had to be eating him alive, being without her … living without sustenance. It had to be eating him alive.
It had to be.
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