Josh of the Damned is returning!

Less Than Three Press will be publishing a new edition, with never before printed Josh stories, and that lovely Lex Chase cover. More soon.

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A Work In Progress preview …

So far I’ve given you little glimpses of the manuscript in progress, but here is a much bigger piece, where the gang meet Alex for the first time, and get to know their god … kind of. It’s always odd when a god you’ve never heard of, who can crush you like a bug, shows up on your doorstep.    ** There was a stranger sitting on their purple velvet sofa, though. It was either a slightly effeminate man or a slightly butch woman, attractive either way, in spite of the nose ring. They had dreadlocks held back in what looked like a ponytail, and awesome yellow boots. The person looked at them with a sunny, guileless smile, and Logan wasn’t sure if they were in their late teens or early twenties. Logan had opened his mouth to say...

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Latest piece of the WIP

Esme uses her evil eye … and goddamn, we all need them. (Full marks to anyone who sees the Transmetropolitan homage in this.)           There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, but no people, so that was a bit of a break. “Damn, the pavement is really hot,” Lyn commented.   “Should have worn shoes,” Ahmed said, unhelpfully.   Lyn glared at him. “Next time I’ll wear Crocs.”   “Don’t you fucking dare,” Ahmed snapped. He hated Crocs and flip flops with an equal passion. Mainly because they were so damn ugly, and Logan agreed with him, but honestly, he didn’t care either way. Not true for Ahmed, who seemed to take every fashion faux paus personally. Except he’d given up complaining about Logan’s...

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Next WIP snippet …

In this one, Lyn and Logan muse about Ahmed’s misanthropy.   ** Also, much like no one warded against harpies, no one warded against mummies – or the mummy cursed – either. Since he was sand, he could travel through this house a lot faster than them too, and never trigger a trap. “Hey, Ahmed, you wanna check out the upper floors?” Logan asked. “At the rate we’re going, we’ll get there by Tuesday.”   He sighed, which was always a neat trick since he didn’t technically breathe, and said, “Fine. What am I looking for again?”   “A nasty book that gives off mucho bad mojo,” Lyn said.   “Should I destroy it?”   “No, we might need it,” Logan admitted.   He rolled his eyes. “Of course we do. We need all the bad...

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Snippet of the new work in progress

Still no title – Apocalypse Nowish still remains on the table – but here’s a tiny bit of it. I’ll be posting a couple of these. First up, let me introduce you to Cthylla, Cthulhu’s daughter. She’s really not someone you want to invite to a party.   **   Logan had just beheaded an angel, who seemed deeply confused by this development, when the windows turned black. This time, out in it, Logan could see it wasn’t a dimming more than it was like a bloom of ink over the windows, rapid and gloomier than true darkness. Gooseflesh busted out all over his body, starting from his scalp all the way down to his toes, and he could taste something like ashes in his mouth. His muscles instantly weakened, and it seemed to take...

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