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The Ukrainian-language version of the limited edition of Nowhere Near for ComicCon Ukraine 2021. By swiping you can compare the pages in the two languages, hand lettering in both the original and the translation. (all 30 copies sold out)! The original story is part of the anthology Cry Punch Comics #1 by Nouveau Système. You can purchase it at nouveausysteme.cool #crypunch #crypunchcomics #nowherenear #нідекомікс https://www.instagram.com/p/CUIDVA7AVcr/?utm_medium=tumblr

One year ago today I put "The Ghosts I've Touched" on digital platforms for the first time since its physical release in 2010. People still say it's their favorite version of "Infinite." Whats your favorite track? #SpitetheDevil #ThankGodItsOver #Infinite #NowhereNear #SurrenderYourLove (at Chicago, Illinois) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRrCY50jwYj/?utm_medium=tumblr

.@SummerStage @TheRealYLT #YoLaTengo play #NowhereNear #GoodMusic #NYC #SummerStage (at SummerStage NYC)

From Herself on her FB - new book nine daily lines. #DailyLines #BookNine #GoTellTheBeesThatIAmGone #Noitisntdoneyet #Nowherenear #GobingewatchSeasonTwo #BriannaAndIan #GoneAHunting “Oh, aye,” Ian said, and smiled, but his eyes were intent on her hands. “How long since ye’ve fired a gun, cousin?” “Not that long,” she said tersely. She hadn’t expected it to come back. “Maybe six, seven months.” “What were ye hunting then?” He asked, head on one side. She glanced at him, made the decision and pushing the ramrod carefully home, turned to face him. “A gang of men who were hiding in my house, waiting to kill me and take my kids,” she said. Both his feathery brows went up. “Did ye get them?” His tone was so interested that she laughed, in spite of the memories. He might have been asking if she’d caught a large fish. “No, alas. I shot out the tire on their truck, and one of the windows in my own house. I didn’t get them. But then,” she added, with affected casualness, “they didn’t get me or the kids, either.” He nodded, accepting what she’d said with a rapidity that would have astonished her—had it been any other man. “That would be why ye’re here, aye?” He glanced around, quite unconsciously, as though scanning the forest for possible enemies, and she wondered quite suddenly what it would be like to live with Ian, never knowing whether you were talking to the Scot or the Mohawk—and now she was _really_ curious about Rachel. “Mostly, yes,” she answered, a little tersely. He picked up her tone and glanced sharply at her, but nodded again. “Will ye go back, then, to kill them?” This was said seriously, and it was with an effort that she tamped down the rage that seared through her when she thought of Rob Cameron and his bloody accomplices. It wasn’t fear or flashback that had made her hands shake now; it was the memory of the overwhelming intent to kill that had possessed her when she touched the trigger. “I wish,” she said shortly. She flapped a hand, pushing it all away. “I’ll tell it to you later; we only came last night.” As though reminded of the long, hard push upward through the mountain passes, she yaw

DONT GET THE BIG HEAD! #bigdog #loops #nowherenear #followers #ComedyVine #funnyvines #revineThis

五月是很young的夏天 🐠⛅️🗾 @hippie_oui @potsunlin @modschiang #YoLaTengo #NowhereNear #SummerBeach（在 Kenting Beach）