It is with immeasurable sadness that we announce that author Sir Terry Pratchett has died at the age of 66.
Larry Finlay, MD at Transworld Publishers:
“I was deeply saddened to learn that Sir Terry Pratchett has died. The world has lost one of its brightest, sharpest minds.
In over 70 books, Terry enriched the planet like few before him. As all who read him know, Discworld was his vehicle to satirize this world: he did so brilliantly, with great skill, enormous humour and constant invention.
Terry faced his Alzheimer’s disease (an ‘embuggerance’, as he called it) publicly and bravely. Over the last few years, it was his writing that sustained him. His legacy will endure for decades to come.
My sympathies go out to Terry’s wife Lyn, their daughter Rhianna, to his close friend Rob Wilkins, and to all closest to him.”
Terry passed away in his home, with his cat sleeping on his bed surrounded by his family on 12th March 2015. Diagnosed with PCA1 in 2007, he battled the progressive disease with his trademark determination and creativity, and continued to write. He completed his last book, a new Discworld novel, in the summer of 2014, before succumbing to the final stages of the disease.
We ask that the family are left undisturbed at this distressing time.
1. Posterior cortical atrophy (PCA) is a progressive degenerative condition involving the loss and dysfunction of brain cells, particularly at the back (posterior) of the brain. alzheimers.org.uk
I know, right? Like, Shatty is supposed to be 17 or something? I’d love to see someone who can actually draw young people redraw those earlier issues. It would change things so much.
I’ve been going through some old folders of things found on the web over many years (back when storage media were expensive so you hoarded what interested you because you never knew how long it might be there for).
So I have NO idea where this appparently genuine sketch by the legendary (one way or the other) Rob “X-Force” Liefeld of Warlock and Doug Ramsey. (The disporopotionately tiny hands and complete absence of feet lends credence to this being a real Liefled) came from.
Doug appears to be in his late 20’s in this image for some reason.
Weird thing is…that’s really not a bad Warlock. Terrible Cypher, but I’ve definitely seen worse takes on ‘Lock in published comics.
Doug looks about 40 years old. But Liefeld can’t draw teenagers to save his life. Which is funny since X-Force was about teenagers…
It was 10am and the coffee shop was uncomfortably crowded. Usually Richter was able to score an empty table and get some work done before class. Now it looked like sleeping thirty minutes past his alarm was going to throw his whole morning off. Currently the line was stretching out the door with students all clamoring for their lattés. Richter craned his neck, trying to see over the sea of people. He spotted an empty chair in the very corner of the café and made a beeline for it, dribbling coffee on himself in the process. It wasn’t until he sat down that he noticed the well-muscled red head sitting across from him. *** He’s a little surprised when he realizes he’s not alone any more. The language tapes were helping but he had to keep his earphones in all the time. It has dulled his other senses. His seatmate smiles in a disarming fashion, his dark hair is wavy and unkempt. He’s spilt coffee on himself, brown fingers rubbing at the stain absently. Gaveedra looks at the other boy for several moments before he remembers to say hello. *** The red head removes his earbuds, and nods at him. Says hello. He has some sort of accent that Richter can’t place. He looks down and spies a gym bag (not surprising with muscles like those) with a Calculus 1 book sticking out of it.
‘Um, you know, I’m in that class too’, he points his chin towards the book by the other boy’s feet. ‘I’ve never seen you before. Did you transfer?’
The red head nods again. Not much of a conversationalist. *** He would like to converse with this boy but he cannot find the words. The language is too new. He holds out his hands in supplication.
‘I- my English is not…clear.’
‘Oh, man. I’ve been there. It’s OK. You’ll get it.’, the dark haired boy smiles at him again. It is a very nice smile.
His seatmate takes sip of his coffee and another drop lands on his shirt.
‘¡Mierda! I just washed this!’ *** The other boy is laughing- or Richter imagines he is. It’s less of a laugh and more of a deep rumbling sound.
‘Are you laughing at my expense, amigo?’
‘I am, hm, I am sorry.’, the red head forces a straight face.
‘I’m just teasin’ you. I’m Richter, by the way. Well, Julio, really. Richter’s my last name.’
Rictor & Shatterstar for one of my regular stream customers. I admit to not knowing too much about superhero comics these days, but the characters are fun to draw. 🙂
A Beautiful Monster 