"Into Tomorrow, The Last Defender of Camelot" by James Warhola, 1988, oil on board
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"Into Tomorrow, The Last Defender of Camelot" by James Warhola, 1988, oil on board
Speaking of writing short stories, though, maybe someday I'll do a short crossover between TMBD and a Zelazny short story called The Stainless Steel Leech (link to badly formatted but complete-looking pdf of the short story). It's about a bot vampire, and I think it and SecUnit would. Uh. Be weird about each other.
I have a vibe that women in the arts are fascinated by #Rebma #fashion
Where does she get those wonderful toys?
Jill's final art.
I do not know exactly who her prototype is, but most likely it is just a collective image of a witch)
Who Needs Gods Anyway?
One of my personal tradition every Halloween season is to read Roger Zelazny’s book A Night In the Lonesome October, one chapter per day. The book, like all of Roger Zelazny’s writings, is a terrific book and I always find something new every time I read through it. I felt like sharing this quote with readers: We made our way cross-country through the colors of autumn browns, reds, yellows and…
Roger Zelazny fascinated me in my youth. He was obsessed with immortality and godlike powers. What every teen boy wants, right?
Here I have him posing as Corwin of Amber of the Chronicles of Amber, a cornerstone of my adolescent development.
I'm starting my annual reread of The Chronicles of Amber. This serie of books has been in my life since my mother read it to me as a child and will forever be among my favorite
"Red" Dorakeen from Roger Zelazny's _Roadmarks_: Runs guns to the Athenians at Marathon to try and reopen the sheaf of timelines that includes our own.
Me, presumably not from any novel: Shows up shapeshifted to be seven feet tall and outrageously proportioned, with a "muscle" cuirass and armored codpiece to fit, offering my services as a mercenary to the Great King Xerxes, all so I can make Herodotus froth and foam at the mouth when he hears about it.