I had the opportunity to sit down (albeit digitally, of course) with Mythos writer and generally great guy, David Hambling today. Here is the wonderful interview, and sneak peek to future happenings, with that great man.
I look back now on my early life as a faded pleasant dream, difficult to recall clearly. I remember my upbringing in England as a member of a wealthy family, born to certain privilege. I learned the pass times and manners of landed gentry and cared not for the troubles of a squalid populace. Hunting fox on horseback, teas on fine china in the parlor, and the latest fashions of London were my sincerest interests.
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I stared at the crucifix on the wall with a mixture of horror and disgust. It stood about two feet tall, and the arms of the cross were about a foot wide. The wooden figure of the Savior on it was incredibly life-like…the skin a mottled tan, and res streaks of blood where the ugly nails were pounded into His hands and feet. The hole in His side actually had some depth to it, I noted…and it to was painted with reddish streaks dribbling down his scrawny torso. His crown of thorns was sharp; I knew if I touched one, it might prick my finger if I touched it hard enough. Blood dribbled over his face.