written and illustrated by Iron Eater There was something wrong with Robert and Molly simply couldn’t figure out what. She was with him, always, because that was one of the terms of their agreement, but usually she was able to keep out of his life when he was out of the house, because that was […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater “Good afternoon! Did you know that if you or a friend or loved one have suffered any hardship from the ravages of the Dread Multitude, you’re entitled to reparations?” The person on the other side of the door went cross-eyed as they tried to focus on the brochure that […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater “Are you seriously one of those people who writes ‘human’ with a capital H? That’s pretty fucked up, man, especially for an academic paper.” Zofzerit frowned. “Of course I do that,” he said. “It’s a proper noun.” “It’s not, though,” said Seyyed. He rapped a knuckle against the sheaf […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater A single pale eye followed Riaag’s hands as he gestured to a little pile of beans arranged on the low trading table at which he sat. “Now, you ‘n I both knows the worth ‘a these here beans,” he said to the owner of that eye, his tone the […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater After the war it felt like we’d carried on for a whole year of merriment, everyone all drunk on the prospect of returning to lives free from constantly pricking our ears for the whistle of bombs or the cry of warning sirens. During this time the medical corps informed […]

by Iron Eater The little playbill in Hugh’s hand promised him a great many delights upon the stage of the Sauvageot Theater, ranging from jolly comedy to musical performance to acts described in terms most gruesomely lurid, but he had yet to have the opportunity to evaluate the truth of any such claims; until the […]

by Iron Eater By the time the golden light of the newest spring sunrise fell across Riaag’s broad back he’d been up for quite a while; waking up before dawn was no great feat during the dark half of the year, especially not for a man as busy as he was, but prepping the stronghold’s […]

by Iron Eater In the end everything always came back around to Reggie, no matter how much energy Les poured into the project, and it was coloring their work in ways Les hadn’t anticipated. Les’s morning routine involved sitting himself down at the kitchen table with his laptop to see what all the little people […]

written and illustrated by Iron Eater Aubrey and the house on Kettle Street had something of an understanding between them, namely that he would keep it clean and tidy, while it in turn would remain a home. The maintenance of a mechanical dwelling was a subtle thing, starting firstly with accepting that it was the […]