Once again, I humbly thank you all for your continued and growing support. I can't say enough how much I appreciate it. Today, I uploaded a new chapter for you to take a look at, Chapter 21 - Sewerside (a brief journey into Chicago's dark underbelly....). I thought now might be a good time to offer up some inspiration as to where the hell Hellrazor "comes from". It is likely no small wonder that I'm a fan of pulps, especially The Shadow. For two-fisted tales of blazin' action, you can't out do that dark crusader. But from a writing standpoint, Robert E. Howard remains my "mentor". Crisp crackling action and brooding men of action. It is clear to anyone who has read them, that Longinus shares a branch of the same family tree, perhaps, as Solomon Kane. But the biggest general influence on this work is probably Moorcock's "Eternal Champion" serials. For the longest time I wanted to write in such a world--create a World-- where there was a continuity of character with a vastness of scope. Then it hit me like an anvil: the Centurion who put Christ out of his misery. A ready made myth of an immortal "man" (and perhaps Christianized version of Cain) upon which to tell two-fisted tales of righteous fury and heroism against the most vile Evils threatening Mankind. From that fiery furnace, was Hellrazor forged.
The Hellrazor mythos (if I can coin that) allows me a rich and varied texture upon which to story-tell: mythology, history, four-color superheros, horror. Conspiracy theory (I can't help myself). In many ways, the may tales of the Hellrazor universe are an attempt at what I call the Unified Field Conspiracy Theory--a multiverse juncture where Cthuhlu crosses Christianity and the Devil beckons Time Travel and a man made immortal talks himself into become Arthur Rex and clandestine government agencies seek to weaponize vengeful ghosts. Yeah, it's crowded in my head.
I hope you enjoy the read. Please share as best you can - I need all the help I can get, to climb into the top rankings, and the competition is ever-growing and intense. If you haven't pre-ordered, I ask you to consider and to encourage others to, as you see fit. But mostly, I thank you so much for reading and following the project.
Antarctica--Neuschwabenland, 1923
The hollowed hole was enormous, spreading out at the base of the stairs, much bigger than was necessary for what the chamber was home to currently. Herr-Doktor Werther von Kroen drew the ermine-lined seal-skin coat about him in a futile attempt to stave off the cold. The fur piping about his raised hood had not cut the frigid wind that howled across the ice above, allowing gusts to stab Kroen’s eyes. Sheltered now from the tundra outside, tears escape. . .
Antarctica--Neuschwabenland, 1923
The hollowed hole was enormous, spreading out at the base of the stairs, much bigger than was necessary for what the chamber was home to currently. Herr-Doktor Werther von Kroen drew the ermine-lined seal-skin coat about him in a futile attempt to stave off the cold. The fur piping about his raised hood had not cut the frigid wind that howled across the ice above, allowing gusts to stab Kroen’s eyes. Sheltered now from the tundra outside, tears escape. . .
Indiana-–East Chicago, July 4, 2018
Sergeant Nesmith was more than AWOL, he was a fugitive. A fugitive of a clandestine eugenics project, which made him the worst kind of fugitive: the embarrassing kind. The kind to drive handlers of clandestine organizations to do anything to anyone in order to retrieve such embarrassments quietly. Nesmith was what was known within the secretive infrastructure of the government as a “considerable investment-acquisition in time-resource assets”, one t. . .
I just added a short tale from the Chronicles of Longinus called Shootout in Sure Would. You'll find in on my Inkshares profile page.
