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JD Salinger almost nailed it. He didn’t like art on the covers of his books. It took away from the tale by creating what might be a false sense of the story inside, by telling the reader (by default) what they should see in their heads when they crack the spine. Even his name confused…
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Page One Page Two Page Three Page Four Page Five MANTULA will return in Part Thirty-Eight!
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I wondered what it would be like to live in Hearst Castle. Like most who visit this adult Disneyland, where people whisper the word Xanadu out of earshot of the docents, I entered an historic womb of obscene wealth and couldn’t believe any one person would have so much. And yet William Randolph Hearst continued…
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(File this under possible creepy fantasy characters) There’s no way to tell if Sack Person is a male or female. It’s made from lumpy sacks, flesh colored, and those sacks form rolls at the waistline, the neck and chest, and other spots. Sack Person has eyes hidden under shadowy crags, a gaping maw for a…
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Do you? Driving home through the Monterey Peninsula isn’t always easy. Black Jaguars speed like bullets. Audis are a blur. It’s hard for the cars of the working class to weave in amongst them and join the commuting fray but it’s okay. No one wants to see the wrinkled face of the privileged. Bottle Blonde…
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Graphic for The Edge of the Sea event in Pacific Grove. Rachel Carson is a lot of things to a lot of people, though many remember her as a noted environmentalist and author of the book “Silent Spring,” which warned readers of the long term effects of mishandling pesticides. While California’s Monterey Peninsula wasn’t…
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Doug nearly loses his candle. If there’s one thing I hate it’s making friends. It’s a problem for a lot of guys, so being a bit revolted by the idea of getting to know people doesn’t make me weird. It just makes me a normal guy stuck in the body of a grotesquely enlarged…
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Doug faces trouble. There was no getting around this fight. I had to keep the candle burning, finish the strange ritual, but I had to fight Mantipede as well. I had no idea how in the hell I would accomplish both. Lucky for me, none of these creatures seemed to care one way or the…
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Doug has a hard time concentrating. I found the only lighter we had in the place and got the incense sticks lit for Glenn. He dashed off like a good little soldier with a cape of gray smoke trailing behind him. I turned the lighter onto my candle next, wondering what sort of strange Pagan…
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It didn’t take long for a plan to take shape, even if it was an insane one. Kolbe emailed me the details and said there would be little time to prepare. The curse, he explained, had weakened only a little, and we had to do more to keep it from soaking in again. In the…
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