The Abyssal Dunes: Page 17
I’m sure there are more than a few readers who might inquire as to the specifics of a “black market neck massage.” I assure you I have absolutely no idea, other than it sounds positively menacing and I’d rather not get one. It actually sounds like a euphemism for getting straight-up murdered. Maybe it is!
First and foremost, CREATOR ANNOUNCEMENT! We’re proud to announce that we’ve signed a non-exclusive agreement with TopatoCo to distribute the hardcover edition of BEYOND THE WESTERN DEEP: VOLUME ONE and our wonderful enamel pins!
You can check out the TopatoCo store pages for both items here:
The Book: https://topatoco.com/collections/books/products/mtt-btwd-vol1
The Pins: https://topatoco.com/collections/pins-and-patches/products/mtt-btwd-pins
Second and still also pretty foremost:
In a nice bit of news that came as a complete surprise to us, Beyond the Western Deep has been selected to appear in the upcoming Emerald City Comic Con in Seattle, WA this upcoming March!
I’ve been attending ECCC as a fan for the last few years, and it’s a positively amazing show. Getting into their Artist Alley has been tough work, with an ultra-competitive slate of artists both local and not vying for a pretty small amount of space all things considered. But this time around, in what seems to be a particularly competitive year, the comic con gods have seen fit to grant us access to a table :)
Rachel and I will be attending, and have the requisite books, pins, and prints available for purchase and signing. To say we’re excited about it would definitely be an understatement!
Speaking of Rachel, I wanted to share another of her wonderful Outfit August pieces with you all!
This one is of Quinlan–or perhaps one of Quinlan’s long-lost ancestors–using an atlatl to hunt long-range game in the ancient pre-Terrian forests!
Adorned in treewalker chitin and other found materials, tamian warriors looked a lot different before they figured out how to weave cloth!
See you all next week!
Black market neck massage is the scariest sounding euphemism, and I don’t want to find out what it is!
“Black market neck massage” reminds me of a gag from Spaceballs, for whatever reason. Maybe it’s just because that line came from Yurk. (Speaking of, I love how he’s lit up in that second panel.)
I think it just refers to being strangled.
They might have a hard time finding a black market neck massage. No one’s going to want to give them one unless they have something worth killing them to get!