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It appears our hosting site doesn't support pre-orders in the way we thought it did! Since this early access publish was already on the books specifically because we're eager to give our readers the option to dig in early, we've elected to go ahead and pull the trigger a little earlier!

Serial publishing of the webnovel is still scheduled to continue in early January, with the beginning of Act 2! And the final, polished version of the ebook will come out November of 2026 with illustrations and bonus content included.

Edit to note: this is three acts and around 400K total words, and therefore priced at 19.99$! It will be considered a separate purchase from the eventual final edition next year; if monetary concerns might limit our readership to one purchase out of the two, we recommend the future final edition!

Run Aground is the seventh book (and second full-length novel) in the Michigan Fleet series! Every other chapter is illustrated by the talented cowriter-artists Ray and Splickedy. The book should stand alone fine if you haven't read the series, although it will be a richer experience if you've read After the Storm and Taste of New York (and maybe Cross My Heart).

After years trapped in a wealthy monster’s harem, actor Rafael Caro is a ghost of his former self. When he meets Rich Merrill, the newest captive, unexpected kindness brings him back to life and headlong into love. Rich, Rafael and their friends in the harem try to keep each other sane and safe in this cruel place—but no one escapes without help from outside...

Note: The series so far has been reasonably delicate with the subject of sexual coercion, but this story has a lot to do with captivity, exploitation, and depersonalization. We take those subjects seriously, and though we try to keep the hurt balanced with comfort, the dark topics are still prominent parts of the narrative. If you have triggers around sexual coercion and abuse, be cautious about this story. If you're into this shit: hell yeah welcome aboard!!!

Mantle, Peruvian, Paracas-Nasca, South CoastEarly, Intermediate Period, Phase 1AD 1-100, Peru, South Coast.

Design: rows of shaman figures with heads thrown back, worked solidly with wool.

Camelid fiber plain weave embroidered with camelid fiber in stem-stitch, 142 x 241 cm (55 7/8 x 94 7/8 in.)

GUYS, Flip was nominated for a Harvey Award! 🎉😭

I'll be honest...was a little disheartened when this graphic novel was passed over for an Eisner nomination. But this completely makes up for that! It's such an honor to have this book nominated and included with other fabulous YA books! 🙏

If you're a: - fellow comics creator - publishing professional - retailer - educator/librarian - member of the press (podcasters!)

Look at me.

Look me directly in the eyes while I say this.

You can just make things.

You can simply create something and put it into the world.

That's allowed.

People have been doing it for centuries.

They sell blank VHS tapes. They sell blank DVDs. Blank CDs. You can buy flash drives by the bucketful if you really want to. If you create a movie, an album, a game, a documentary, or a four-hour video essay about the mating habits of fictional space goblins, you are entirely permitted to put that thing on physical media and sell it.

That is not piracy.

Piracy is taking something that belongs to someone else and reproducing or distributing it without permission.

If I buy a DVD of a movie, I own that copy of the movie. I do not own the movie itself. I didn't acquire the rights to duplicate it, press a thousand copies, and start selling them out of my garage like I've become the regional distributor for Warner Bros.

The copyright, distribution rights, and intellectual property still belong to whoever created it or whoever legally acquired those rights.

If I start burning copies of Iron Lung and selling them myself without Markiplier's permission, that's piracy.

If Markiplier, who made and owns the rights to Iron Lung, burns copies and sells them himself, that's just distribution.

He's the rights holder.

He's distributing his own work.

If you made it, if it came from your own mind, your own work, your own time, your own resources, then congratulations. You own the thing. You don't need a corporation to bless it with legitimacy.

The corporation is not what makes it real.

The fact that it exists is what makes it real.

I think we've accidentally spent so many years living inside a world dominated by mass-produced media that some people have developed the strange assumption that all media emerges from a factory somewhere. As if films naturally occur in shrink-wrapped plastic cases and descend from the heavens aboard a pallet truck.

But independent artists have been burning discs, dubbing tapes, printing books, pressing records, and mailing things directly to people for longer than many of us have been alive.

That's not a bootleg.

That's just a product.

It's not "bootleg."

It's just... leg.

The normal kind.

finally! proof my art is innately virtuous in at least one way

finally! a perceived theft of which i am invisibly the victim

Weird

Uncomfortable