(… which is, you know, comics).
I wrote a little article that is getting picked up a few places. Check it out, if you’re interested.
I’m not entirely comfortable writing something made entirely out of words. It feels like cheating to not spend a couple weeks creaking out a bunch of ink drawings before sending something out into the world.
GUEST STRIP courtesy of the wonderfully talented Angela Zhang!
My headcanon: this is one of Fran’s cherished childhood memories.
Folks! That’s the end of Volume One of the Mummy’s Sabbatical!
Next is an extended hiatus. Boo! Hiss! Right? But Benito and I have to turn our attention to other projects, and… well, it could be awhile until we can get back to Setka and Fran.
But! There are a couple things that will pop here from time to time, including a guest strip or two, so do keep us in mind.
Thank you for your attention and support, and I hope we can get back to this project as soon as possible.
Not gonna lie. I’m pretty happy with that worm’s-eye-view panel of Fran hanging down into the storage compartment.
Happy Holidays to you all!
In particular, Professor Setka wishes you a happy feast day in celebration of the Miraculous Birth of Horus! Roast up an antelope, put out a basket of figs, and pile up the honey cakes!
Sis Boom Bah! Rah Rah Rah! Go Sciapods, Go!
You’ve heard the school fight song, now meet the mascot!
The fine athletics teams of Presbyter King University are represented by Shagmar the Scrappy Sciapod!
Sciapods are a hairy folk with one leg and one giant foot, which they use to shade themselves from the blistering desert sun. They were subjects of PKU’s patron saint, Prester John, Priest-King of Not-India, along with the Blemmyae, the Panotti, and the Cynocephelai (these last our own heroes encountered upon the Moon).
Somewhere, on some hard drive or other, I have a bunch more of these pictograms. I’ll post ’em if I find ’em.
It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.
—Mary Shelley, FRANKENSTEIN
We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep.
We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day.
We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep,
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away;
It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of departure still is free.
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but mutability!
—Mary Shelley, FRANKENSTEIN
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