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PEOPLE OF THE TALISMAN by LEIGH BRACKETT (Ace, 1964)
Originally published (in a different form) as Black Amazon of Mars.
Art: Ed Emshwiller.
Bettie Page Magazines, Covers and Inserts, #217
These are concept arts for a B&W graphic novel I’m working on. Untitled at present. It's about a young demigod, in a cursed harbor town dealing with monsters, murder & mysteries.
Style-wise, It's going to be an R-rated book based on the old pulp novels like the Carter Brown Mysteries. You know the type: Pretty sexy girl on the cover with some blurb about danger or steamy adventures awaiting them.
Right now, I’m doing the one. If it does well, I'll do more. It's B&W because it's quick, dirty & cheap to produce. Emphasis on "dirty & cheap". While not porn, there'll be plenty of steamy sex, creepy murder, slimy monsters, dark mysteries and stupid jokes.
It's NOT high art. It's just a stupid fun guilty pleasure book. And honestly after the last several months I’ve had… I need a low key, fun project like this.
Hope you all will like it and I’ll keep you posted on the development.

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Ladder of flesh sounds like it would be the name of an FMV game
Meanwhile Back At The Morgue- 1960
It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.
[Charles Bukowski, Pulp]