The final tale of the Great Warrior Meletek

How could the Detroit Tigers get better this offseason? I have a few idears.

Before anything else, if you remember one thing from this piece, let it be this: It's not that they lost, it's how they lost. ****...

I crawl into bed hungry, a gnawing ache in my gut. Soon my heavy eyelids give a final blink, and I am falling through the veil of dreams....

You may notice (and if you do, good lord, please find better things to occupy your attention) that not only are this year's Granties™...

This was written by me and, more importantly, illustrated by the AMAZING Minerva Fox. I'm extremely geeked about the visual language that...

It's been a year. Since the last Granties™? Well duh, yeah, but I don't mean it like that. I mean, it's been a YEAR; A long, frustrating,...

The hard rain had stopped, but the mist lingered. Peony checked her basket as she rushed through the damp ferns. Everything was there,...

Looking up at the ceiling, Imran counted the cracks for the 23rd time that night. He hadn’t wielded the spark in quite some time, but as...

The knife erupted out of the dirty man’s hand with a small thunderclap. The man didn’t even have time to look down as another clap...

This comic means a lot to me for a variety of reasons. First off, this is the first creative endeavor I've done that earned a reward...

In one week I turn 40 years old. I have feelings about that.

If it felt like a lot of creators were snubbed by the Eisners, it's because they were. The nominations felt stilted and uncomfortable,...

After casual viewing of the Detroit Tigers during April (one can only suffer so much acid reflux & heartbreak from a single team,...

J and I are ENORMOUS Wolverine fans, each of us going head over heels for the character run that legendary writer Larry Hama and Hall of...

We had been losing her for years, a piece at a time.

The sound of breaking glass put an end to the quiet conversation. A bloodied young man – no more than 18 – was on his hands and knees...

It wasn’t quite the sound of hooves, but it was a gait nonetheless, and Bouda Heatherwing knew that there was something – someone – new...

Trailing slowly behind the rider, Gem could hear the ruckus of the town, the same melodious sounds she had just enjoyed, die out as the...

The shadow stretched out in front of the rider, shivering on the baking earth. Gem narrowed her eyes, but she knew it in her gut that...