Tyranny of the Muse SALE

For one week only you can get a signed copy of Tyranny of the Muse #1 in print for just $3.99!



The issue normally goes for $5.99. So that’s a pretty sweet deal. Plus, you get a free sticker! And it’s signed!

That’s 48 pages of misery, anxiety, and depression for only 4 bucks! What a deal!

This edition is VERY limited and only a few remain in stock. So once it’s gone, it’s gone! 

The sale ends Friday, July 4th.

Tyranny of the Muse #3 Full Page Tease

Ready?



Dave Chisholm is absolutely killing it on Tyranny of the Muse #3!

And I’m fucking jazzed!

More soon.

Catch up on issues 1 and 2 here

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"I don’t think this is meant for me."
Tyranny of the Muse #2 page 16:
Read it here: Study Group Comic Books » Tyranny of the Muse – Part 2 – by Eddie Wright & Jesse Balmer

tyrannyofthemuse:

"I don’t think this is meant for me."

Tyranny of the Muse #2 page 16:

Read it here: Study Group Comic Books » Tyranny of the Muse – Part 2 – by Eddie Wright & Jesse Balmer

Paranoia Salad

He’s only a bit

And he’s only a piece

He’s a fractured memory in the mind of a time-traveling boy

He’s a broken part of sadness and confusion

He’s a broken part of misery and convulsion

He’s a concussion

He’s a heart attack

He’s a cigarette

He’s always there and never new

He’s the breaking point of everything good

He’s the broken one

He’s the damaged part

He’s the always everything

He’s the empty apartment

He’s the changing the bed sheets

He’s the coffee-stained teeth

Fluttering heart beats

And breaking heartbeats

And everything else that goes too

He’s the part of the boy

The time-traveling boy

The ugly boy

He’s the part of him

There’s the decision maker

There’s the one who calls for the goods

There’s the god

The god that makes him who he is

The him he is

Is the him he is

And they are us

And we are falling down the stairs

 

The detective man

The smoking man

The drinking man

The coffee man

The man he’s not

The man he wants to be

The man who drives like a lunatic

The man who carries a gun

The man who’s lived

The man who never cries

The man who never dies

The man he called Lane Laszlo

The man who goes

And never knows

And always moves

And never dies

Lane Laszlo

Lane Laszlo is the him he wants to be

He’s the him who knows the secret of Everything

He’s the detective

He’s the P.I.

He’s the dick

He’s the way he never was

He’s the way he wanted to be

He’s a combination

He’s a fragmented reflection

He’s a breaking point

He’s a nervous twitch

He’s a paranoia salad

He’s a stream of consciousness

He’s a manipulated memory

He’s an exploited thought

He’s a stolen story

He’s a creation

He’s a figment

He’s fleeting

He’s Lane Laszlo

But he won’t be forever

And that’s the way it is

That’s the way it always is

Tyranny of the Muse #1 is Almost Sold Out

The 1st edition printing of Tyranny of the Muse #1 is just about gone. And once this baby is gone, it’s GONE.



You can get a SIGNED copy here: 

http://tyrannyofthemuse.bigcartel.com/product/tyranny-of-the-muse-1-print

Or you can an unsigned one from Bird Cage Bottom Books: 

http://www.birdcagebottombooks.com/shop/tyranny-of-the-muse-1/

Once these are all sold out, I’ll be releasing a 2nd edition printing with a new cover (and a few edits).

Then comes issue 2 in print!

And then…

THREE!

So get in on this while you can. 

The Confabulous Existence of Korsakoff Blight (Tease 2)

A peek at a chapter from my forthcoming novella featuring private eye Lane Laszlo.

This is a work in progress.


The GB&U

Eggs. Black coffee. Half a grapefruit. He popped the toast before it was done because he was sick of waiting. He was already waiting so why wait for more. Waiting’s for suckers, he thought. So he buttered the half-toasted bread and plopped in the old recliner and flipped on the tube. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly was on. He smiled and settled in.

He knocked back a sip and winced from the craziness. He made it strong and brutal and loved it like that. He swallowed it down and happily sighed. Relaxed. Calm. Cool. Collected.

He sopped some yolk with a folded half of half-toast and jammed the dripping yellow into his mouth. It tasted good and greasy and fattening. He took another sip and looked into Clint’s eyes. He looked into those weathered, leathered peepers and saw what the world could do to a man. He saw the strength in silence and the fear in stillness. He saw this man, this man with no name and smiled. Life was good. Life was right. Life was fine.

And then the call came.

“What do I gotta do?” Lane asked after grabbing the receiver.

"What you do." It said.

“And what’s that?”

“What you need.”

“Should I even ask for details?”

“You’ll get your imperatives.”

“Oh good, my imperatives.” Lane said while mimicking a jack off.

“Don’t sass me.”

“So what is it? Missing person? Cheating fuckface? Murder?”

“You know I don’t know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know you don’t know nothing.”

“Right.”

"So what do I do, then?"

“I don’t know. Wait, I guess.”

“Lots of waiting, eh?”

“You in or not?” It said.

There was a pause as Lane watched Clint watch Van Cleef watching Wallach watching Van Cleef watching Clint watching Wallach. Eyes. Hands. Guns. Good. Bad. Ugly. The suspense. The standoff.

“Still there?” It asked.

“Yeah, I’m in. Is that it?”

“Basically. Sending over the imperatives now.”

Lane stood and carried the phone over the to the small, ancient printer in the corner. He waited as the nicotine-stained machine spewed forth a long, ticker tape-like piece of paper. He cradled the receiver between in his head and shoulder and ripped the paper from the tiny beast’s mouth.

THE FICTION IS NOT WHAT THIS IS / THE REAL IS NOT THE FICTION THAT THIS IS / AND IF YOU CHANGE THEN THE CHANGE IS WHAT THIS IS / THERE IS A RIVER RUNNING BENEATH OUR FEET AND WE KNOW YOU CAN FEEL IT / YOU WILL GO TO 7 MILBERG PLACE AND MAKE THIS WHAT IT IS / INVESTIGATE NOTHING /YES? /YES / THANK YOU / YOU’RE WELCOME

“So what’s this pay?” he said as he carried the paper back to the recliner.

"What do you think?"

"Lots?"

"Yeah right."

"Nothing?"

“Nothing.”

“Hm, I’m shocked,” Lane said.

“Bigger picture. You know how it is, Laszlo.”

“Do I?”

“I hope so.”

Lane sat down, finished off the joe, glanced at the flick, and wished he had a cigar like Clint’s.

“What are you doing, Lane?”

“Watching a movie.”

“Which one?”

“Like you don’t know.”

“I don’t.”

“Bullshit.”

“Really, I have no idea.”

Lane turned and looked back to the security camera near the ceiling. He saw the flashing red light that told him It was watching. He smirked and shook his head and waved.

“I can see you,” he said.

“But I can’t see you. Not right now.”

“You in the shitter or something?”

“No. I’m just not watching right now is all. It’s not an all the time thing, ya know. I’ve got something in line.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“Bigger fish sometimes, Laszlo. You ain’t all there is.”

Lane felt strangely insulted, and that made him uncomfortable. There was an awkward silence that stiffened the muscles in his neck.

“Listen, Laszlo,” It said, “All I know is that you’re being called up. I know that you’re going to work. I know that you’re needed right now. And I know you’re gonna feel a little different for awhile. But It told me you’d help. It told me the way.”

“How’s this time gonna be different?”

“Don’t know.”

“Will I know?”

“Can’t tell you.”

“Well what am I supposed to do?”

“You’re a detective, Laszlo. Detect things.”

“No I’m not.”

“C’mon, Lane. You know what you gotta do. You know what you gotta do to solve this fuckin’ thing.”

“I do?”

“So just do it.”

Lane sighed and sat for a long one as he watched the Good put a bullet in the Bad.

“Okay,” he said as Van Cleef’s bad body rolled into the grave of the Unknown. “I’ll do what I gotta do.”

"Atta boy."

And they hung up.

And the Good and the Ugly stood at the grave of the Unknown and the Everything and Lane just kept on breathing.


Find out more about Korsakoff Blight here. 

Tyranny of the Muse #3 Script Tease

A bit from issue 3.



Coming soon.

Tyranny of the Muse #3 Pencils

Check out a penciled page of Tyranny of the Muse #3 by artist Dave Chisholm.


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This scene takes place a few years before the events of Tyranny 1 and 2 and shows Bonnie before she was the inspiration dealing “muse” we know and love. 

Dave’s take on this world is killer and I’m thrilled for you to see more. 

Tyranny #2 is in its home stretch on Study Group so head over there to catch up.

News on when you can read Tyranny #3 is coming soon!