ANCIENT DREAMS #4
(W) J.P. Roth (A) MIKE KROME (CA) Eric Basaldua
The touch of her hands set off a string of shock waves in the deepest gush of his brain. It was like grabbing scalding ice. Steam lifted up into the air from the place they were touching and the heat was such that he knew he should be screaming out in pain, but there was nothing, only more shocks rattling his changing brain. And a smell - something lifting pleasure out of the pores of his mind. He didn't even feel it as she made a claw with her manicured nails and ripped out his throat, then she lifted her blood soaked lips and smiled softly at the face of the moon.
SOUTHERN NIGHTGOWN #3
(W) J.P. Roth (A) MIKE KROME (CA) Dawn McTeigue
White clouds, soft as cotton puffs igniting at the edges, burning paths of blue and scarlet into the sky. Above them, three suns battled for dominance. I was sucked into a room of gold. Around me towering pillars, twined with quilted leaves like exotic butterfly wings. Then the walls began to ignite like the clouds until the walls were leaping tongues of golden flame and I sat before a raging fire incased in a wall of white stones.