Awarwan, an alien god from younger aeons. He breathes life in Matthew Sawyer’s Pazuzu Trilogy.
Prints of his ghastly image are available from Deviantarts.
Purchase Pazuzu Trilogy Pocket books and Hardcovers at LULU.
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This Thanksgiving, Feed Debbie’s Hellmouth
November 18, 2012
The second revision of Debbie’s Hellmouth is complete – new cover art! The ebook is available at Amazon, see the paperback at LULU.
Debbie’s Hellmouth is the insular urban horror story of Debbie Menon. She’s a good real estate agent at the Mikelmeier Real Estate office there is Wister Town, Wisconsin. Debbie has a house for sale and she’s got to get rid of it. Supernatural forces press upon the young lady and she fears she looses her mind. Understand, Ms. Menon is a sensitive, artistic soul. She’s not unfamiliar with magical glyphs. And she’ll resort to using one if no one helps her blessed the cursed Witch’s house.
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Curious about the mythology haunting Wister Town? Read the background stories…
Horrid Tales of Wister Town – free online reading
A Codex of Malevolence – available at Smashwords and LULU
Portal Painter
Happy Holidays You Mutant Lovers
November 1, 2012
Bestial Cult of Hathor Wallpaper inspired by a weird tale from Matthew Sawyer’s Horrid Tales of Wister Town.
Give a book this Christmas – Matthew Sawyer’s storefront at LULU.
For more artwork by the artist, visit his Sawyerarts gallery at Deviantart
Gaunt Snippet
October 28, 2012I’m two-thirds complete with the sixth revision of Gaunt Rainbow and have revisited an especially delicious scene. Pamela (AKA Rainbow) has already encountered monsters. Pazuzu now comes to solicit her help. Yep, Pazuzu is in this one too. Dil Cortras is also here. And so is a reincarnated Josiah Ioannu. If I was Kurt Vonnegut, I’d put this stuff right at the beginning…
PS – here’s a little ambiance …
The overhead sun casts squat shadows leaning slightly toward Pamela’s right – though not the shallow pond shed by her messiah. His shade remains fixed in its shallow puddle. The dormant shadow pools on top of his feet. Its dark intensity makes him appear as if he’s sunk up to his ankles.
She gathers an odd perception of his amorphous cast. Its darkness seems alive, like an extension of himself or simply another arm. But, even this observation was too specific. The shadow behaves more as fat stored in a lizard’s tail, or the overfill of a soul inside a body too small.
“There is a war in heaven,” he tells her. “Hell has consumed this world. You have seen the demons who linger. The time has come to send everyone into oblivion and start again.”
“You’re destroying this world?”
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I’m not done yet, but I’m on track to have this revision finished before November. After this, I’ve got to got re-shingle Debbie’s Hellmouth. The holes in her roof need to get patched.
