Author: roguehill

Dave is a 39 year old artist/writer living in Eastern Kentucky. He is a Navy Reservist, Freemason, actor, baptist, and a wanna-be farmer.

The Midnight Society Prelude

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This is the prelude to the second Ghost Zero book ‘The Midnight Society’, due out this spring.

The ruined destroyer, USS Reuben James, cut her way through a blood sea full of corpses.  The entire bow had been sheered away by a U-boat torpedo at the beginning of World War II, but her ghost still dwelt in the realm of shadow, doomed to repeat the day of her destruction.

Solomon Strange had changed that, however.  He stood on the ragged, steel beams that jutted out from the smoking hull, precariously balanced over the dead sea, shrouded by white cloth.  With his outstretched arms, and his covered head thrown back, he vibrated with the Words of God.  His spider silk throat shimmered and bled white ectoplasm that curled in the corpse wind that always blew cold in the world of shadow, but he kept commanding the ship with words that were felt more than heard, commanding it on…to America.

Solomon Strange remembered.

He remembered being a boy, Paul Ecks, and learning the Words of Life from a dying rabbi, who had no son of his own to give them to.  He remembered wearing an ebony tuxedo with a hood, calling himself after the Jewish King, and devoting his life to fighting crime.  He assembled others of like mind, and they stalked the crime-festering streets as The Midnight Society.  The underworld syndicates feared them.

Then came the second war with Germany, and the arguments within the team.  Solomon wanted to go to Europe to fight Nazism, the Revenant and the Scarlet Specter insisting on fighting domestic crime, the Resurrectionist and Mary Midnight undecided.

So, he went alone.  Full of plans and patriotism, he made his way to Italy covertly, only to die with a group of resistance fighters beneath the crushing explosions of a confused, allied shelling.

But, death was not the end for Solomon Strange.  He awoke in the land of the dead, at first without purpose or understanding, but slowly his thoughts became clear.

He must return to America.  He must unite the Midnight Society.  Crime must be extinguished.

And so, he struggled across the haunted battlefields of Europe, passing ghostly soldiers from two wars locked in eternal battle, and fought his way to the sea.

It was at the sea that she met him.  She was a stranger, but knew his heart, and promised to aid him in his quest to return to the land of the living.  She told him of a place…a town named Limestone, where the veil between the living and the dead was pierced…where he could enter in.

It was in their talks together by the sea that he realized that the living were predisposed to crime…all of them…and even though they may be temporarily wiped clean of their sins, they would soon return.  He realized that it was not crime itself that was the evil, but the living who made it eventual.  The only way to truly end crime was to end the living.

When she saw his lament at the realization, she cried with him cobweb tears, and with her tenderness, she agreed to help.  The old rabbi had given him some of the Words of Life, but she could give him more.  She could give him the Words of Death, with which he could finally wipe the crime of humanity clean.

And so, filled with purpose again, the Words of Death twisting inside him like a shivering child, he commanded the haunted destroyer home.  He opened his fevered eyes and saw, through the eternal mists, the dark and bloody coast of America rise before him.

The thought of saying a prayer of thanks came to him, but the knowledge of how to do so, like so many other things, was lost.

His purpose was all that remained.

Soon.

Ghosts with Guns Comic now on Amazon!

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Some things just won’t stay dead!

And lucky us, eh? 🙂

My Ghost Zero comic, Ghosts with Guns is now for sale as a Kindle book on Amazon!  I have a special place in my heart for this comic.  It contains the very first Ghost Zero story ever made…”Sea of the Dead”, which I started putting on the web in January 2007.  It actually holds up pretty well, too!  I typically dislike looking at my past work, so its nice to be pleasantly surprised.  GwG also contains the short “The Fleshless Legion”, which is probably my all-time favorite GZ short story!  There’s artwork from me, behind the scenes images, and cool pinups from talented folks, and can now be delivered to you “by ghost”….through the very air itself!

Check it out on your favorite Kindle, or download the free Kindle app for your PC, iPad, iPod or iPhone!

And if you like it, please leave a review!

SPOOKSHOW: A Ghost Zero Novel, now on Amazon!

And, I’m an author!

My first-ever novel, SPOOKSHOW is on the virtual shelves at Amazon, and I’m scared to death.

Well, and a little proud and excited, too.

I’ve been told that doing something creative and putting it out where people can see feels exactly like dropping your pants in a public place.
It’s all true.

I’ve never written a novel before, and honestly, I don’t consider myself a writer.  I’m a storyteller.  And I think I’ve put together a pretty fun story.  I honestly love the characters and the setting, and I hope that my readers will see that when they go along with Eddie, Charles and Micah in their adventure. (more…)

Life Wants to Keep You From Writing

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So, I’m at 31,837 words with Ghost Zero: Spookshow and rolling right into the final conflict.  Since I tend to think of my stories as action movies, it’s pretty epic.  In fact, here’s a snippit of what GZ has to deal with: (more…)

We now interrupt your regularly scheduled writing….

Do you know what wins in life?  It’s not talent, it’s consistency.

I wasn’t born rich, but we have a budget, stick to it, and we do okay.

I’m not a great artist, but I keep doing art, and I get better every year.

Similarly, a book gets written when you sit down every day and write.  My creative time is every evening from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m.  I work all day, come home, take a walk, eat whatever cool stuff my wife has prepared, do the dishes and sit down to creative work.  I do this every day, am more flexible with my time on Saturday, and I don’t do anything but rest on Sunday.

It’s a habit.  I don’t ask myself if I feel like it, it’s just that thing I do when 7:00 rolls around, and it’s how progress happens.  As of now, I’m at 23,700 words on the novel and it’s going great.

But. (more…)