Wednesday, 18 February 2026

#163 Riz-iam Shakespeare + Short Diversions: Bleeding Hearts Part 2

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Today is all about the final part of the Bleeding Hearts short story...Though it clearly should have been part 2 of 3 looking at its length! Yeah, might have gone overboard slightly on it. Nevermind eh? Speaking of short stories though, I have settled on what I'm going to be doing with Short Diversions moving onwards, but that is really more of a next week thing.

For now, let's go and see what's happening with that guy and the rat...Shakespeare fans, don't kill me.

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



Never let Riz touch Shakespeare's work again, though A Midsummers Night Dream might be more his thing. Was torn between King Richard the Third and Macbeth for the last panel but I thought that the "a horse" line would have more impact. Riz does alter it slightly in repeating the first bit.

Not a particularly exciting issue this one but it does the job.

Short Diversions: Bleeding Hearts Part 2

Where we last left off, Gabriel had agreed to do a job for a young woman named Cynthia. While he couldn't do the job himself, he decides to send Venus, one of his capable Shadows to do the deed...

Part 2

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2.

     Venus cheerfully walked up to the front of the massive house, enjoying her brief moment in the blazing sun. Her manner of work took her all over, and operated at all hours. She did appreciate it though when the stars aligned and she got to spend time in the sun, the like that American summers provided. It was more the reason that she was thrilled when Gabriel told her that he’d had a few people that wanted his services in Miami of all places. She couldn’t resist tagging along whenever she wasn’t knee deep in someone else’s blood. She lent on the gate that led to the property itself, counting all the security guards that were present. She counted six just wandering around with guard dogs, which told her a lot about the targets. Gabriel had explained to her before he had to run to his own meeting that the family that the client had wanting dealt with were a known quantity in the organised crime scene, having built up their reputation and wealth over a span of decades and successive heads. What they did with this money, Venus didn’t really care. It wasn’t going to make any difference to what was about to happen. In fact she wished they’d been even more cautious. She spotted the first of the guards nearing the gate, and she strove to get his attention. With a thought, her clothing was altered, making it appear to the naked eye that was wearing a skin tight bikini, leaving nothing to the imagination.
     “You hoo!” She called out, getting that guard's instant attention the moment he set eyes on her. She fluttered her eyes at the man, who had rushed over, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth.
     “Oh dear,” She said dramatically, "I seem to have sprained my ankle. Would you be a dear and let me in so someone could take a look at it. I’d be so ever grateful.” She’d put on her best American accent to blend in. Most sensible people should have been suspicious of the entire setup, and known better then to let in a stranger to the house they were being paid a handsome sum to protect. The guard was not a sensible person, instead being an obvious weak link. Before Venus had even finished her request, he’d already unlocked the gate for her, opened it up for her, and beckoned her to come through, a kind of look in his eyes that was only ever going to lead to one thing, well, one thing if he was going to get more than a few seconds to live.
     “Such a cute boy,” she said leaning into the guy’s face, allowing him a good look at her body, one that he was never going to touch. “Do you want a reward?” She asked him, and predictably, he started nodding.
     “Oh, my! In that case then, close your eyes…” Venus giggled, and as he complied, she struck with a black dagger that formed from out of her own hand. The blade dug deep of the man's jugular, before tearing itself free. The man let out a surprised gargle of blood before he collapsed. Venus never gave him a second look as she stomped down on his head as she passed over him, already looking for the next kill. The dog went to bark, but she glared at it, and it laid down, becoming submissive in her presence.
     “Good doggy,” She said smiling. She got nothing from killing animals, plus Lyren, her fellow Shadow, would only attack her over it. She had no time for drama like that, so she made good policy to just cow the animals into submission. The added benefit here was that sometimes they ate the evidence for her. A win-win really. 
     With the first dead body on the ground, Venus weighed up the advantages and disadvantages of the method of entry she’d chosen compared to what she normally did, where she just appeared inside their building without warning, and killed every one without even disturbing a settled layer of dust Given that it was Valentines Day on a sunny day in Florida, she felt like going wild, it was all for love in the end. Throwing caution to the wind, and knowing that she was still faster than the guards could react, she danced to the next target, who was just rounding the corner, and hadn’t even laid eyes on the body.
     In the space of a breath, Venus was in the man’s face, spooking him, and causing him to take a step back, giving her the opportunity to stick her daggers in, he never breathed again. The rest of the guards in the garden fell quickly after, all within the space of a few minutes. All the guard dogs were little more than puppies before her, not even letting out the smallest of barks in defiance. She glanced up to the cameras that had been overlooking everything, knowing full well that they wouldn’t have seen anything other than static. After carefully making sure that there was no one left, and that now alarm had been raised, Venus ventured into the house.
     The bottom floor was open plan in design, but decorated garishly for her tastes, too much an attempt to look upper class with no unifying style. She stopped to admire herself in the mirror, wiping away some of the blood that had been splattered onto her face from a severed artery. Then she noticed in the mirror that a guard had turned the corner, gun already drawn, behind him were two others, also training their weapons on her.
     “You guys sure are happy to see me…” Venus said, turning with a smile. “Do you want my hands behind my back, or behind my waist?” She asked flirtatiously.
     “GET ON THE GROUND NOW!” the one in the front barked. It was clear to Venus that they weren’t in a mood to play, which was a shame.
     “All work and no play make for a dull day,” she giggled.
     “GET ON THE GROUND, OR WE WILL SHOOT!” The lead one repeated the order, adding in the threat, not that Venus appeared bothered by it.
    “Shoot? Oh, honey, go right ahead and shoot me with your little gun,” she purred. She purposely took a few steps towards them.
     “I SAID GET ON THE GROUND-D!” There was a crack in his voice, and even the guards behind him looked unnerved.
Venus was standing so close to them, that she was able to put the barrel of the gun to her forehead, rubbing her fingers along it as she did.
     “Go on, pul the trigger, get that release…”
The guard started shaking, and under the pressure that was bearing down on him, he pulled the trigger, and Venus, playing along, threw her head back in time with the force of the impact. She staggered back as the guards looked on in shock.
     “Got you!” Her head snapped down, revealing the bullet hole that was almost fully healed already. 
     One of the other guards broke completely at this point, and emptied the full clip from his gun, every shot hitting Venus, several of them were head shots. However, like before, there was a momentary shudder, but she was unharmed, and loving every second of what was going on.
     “That’s the spirit! My turn now though!” Venus pulled out her daggers and threw them at the guard closest guard, the blades sticking into his head and neck, taking him down instantly. His fall allowed Venus to get in the midst of the other two guards. The one who had just fired at her was reacting too slowly to do anything to prevent her from kicking him into the wall, breaking several of his bones in the impact and taking the wind out of him. The other was faster on the uptake and pulled out a combat knife. He started swinging with short slashes, trying to keep his own defence up. This approach might have worked if he’d been fighting a normal human, Venus dodged the blows without even trying, and trapped his arm with hers and reached her leg up, and pushed her foot against his head, breaking his neck. The guard she’d kicked was groaning in pain, and feeling generous, Venus decided that she’d got all the fun of watching him suffer, and that time was getting away from her. She knelt down beside him, and summoned her daggers to her, the weapons ripping themselves out of the corpse, and into her hand. She then stuck the tip into the guard's neck, and then pulled down, which did the trick. She’d now killed nine guards, but she theorised that there would be at least two more lurking upstairs.
     “You’ll probably find the family hiding in the panic room once you start taking out the cannon fodder,” Venus recalled Gabriel’s words. “They’ll also keep a couple of guards, maybe even heavier armed for protection. It’ll be awfully nice of them to gather themselves up like that for you.” Gabriel had flashed her that smile of his, and it’d melted her like butter. Her knees felt weak just remembering it.
     “Upstairs I go then!” 

     Upstairs was the same as downstairs in terms of style and presentation, there was more structure up here though, as rooms were properly divided off. As soon as she stepped foot on the landing, there was the sound of ferocious gunfire as bullets tore towards her from the central hallway. She sidestepped them gracefully. She wasn’t in any danger from the attacks but tanking them would only cost more time than it was worth, and she knew her main prey was really close now. Taking stock of the situation, Venus realised that the last two guards, had placed themselves at the end of a corridor, and had set up large machine guns, weapons that would have been considered overkill even if the targets were ordinary humans. Ostensibly, she believed that the act was to put enough distance between her and her prey, in the hopes of either driving her off, or putting her down through extreme firepower. None of that was going to work out for them. Looking at the various options at her disposal, Venus looked to the floor itself, and namely the luxurious rug that had been placed there for decoration.She quickly ran to it and picked up the end of it with ease, all under the hail of gunfire, then she slammed it back down again, creating a wave motion that tore the rug up from the floor, the heavy nails sometimes taking the floor boards with it. She hid behind the rug in the split seconds it took for the wave to meet where the guards had formed their little emplacement. They had been firing all the time of course, the bullets tearing the rug apart, but its thickness took the brunt of all the damage, leaving Venus to make a stylish entrance as she tore what remained of the rug apart herself, throwing her daggers into the necks of the two guards who gargled out a bloody scream as they fell. Venus stopped for a second, listening to her surroundings keenly. To her satisfaction, she heard nothing, no sounds of sirens, no sounds of anyone coming to stop her fun. With a spring in her step, she skipped to where she guessed the panic room was located, she did love her work.

     Meanwhile, outside, Cynthia cautiously made her way into the garden, avoiding the guard dogs that looked crestfallen, laying on the grass not far from where their owners had been slaughtered. They only lifted their heads slightly to recognise the girl’s presence. Cynthia, herself, was strangely calm when looking over the bodies of all the guards that Venus had put down. None of the blood or gore gave her much pause. This was a fact that hadn’t escaped Gabriel’s attention. His meeting had ended sooner than he had anticipated. He decided to use his newfound time to check in on Venus’s job, give her an on site work evaluation, he liked being a hands-on boss. Seeing Cynthia ahead of him though, he knew there was fun to be had here, especially with what he knew.
     “Oh, Cynthia my dear, couldn’t you wait till I gave you the all clear?” He said, making her almost jump out of her skin.
     “Gabriel?” She said, turning around in shock.”W-Why are you here? I t-thought you c-couldn’t make it?”
     “Plans change I guess, but looking around…” Gabriel spied all the bodies that Venus had left. “I would say that Venus is almost done, so I guess we’ve both got good timing eh? Shall we go and see the final result, maybe you can even go and comfort that boy you did all this for.” He walked forward and beckoned her to follow him, which she reluctantly did. 

     Back inside, Venus had penetrated the panic room’s defences easily, the space was of moderate size, with the whole family, two parents and three boys backed into a corner. The men had, bravely or foolishly, Venus hadn’t quite decided which, placed themselves between the Shadow and their mother. She figured there must have been an honour thing going on, as it made no difference to her, and with a flourish, she carried out her deed. The only time she stopped in the slaughter was to make sure she hadn’t killed the wrong guy, but Cynthia had been a good drawer, so it was easy to pick out the one who wasn’t supposed to die. He had made things difficult though, trying to put himself in the way of her multiple times, till it became easier to pin him to the wall with a dagger while finishing off the others. The panic room’s walls had been white when she entered, now, they were blood soaked and the dead practically unrecognisable. Venus knew it wasn’t her finest work, but they’d been so desperate to save each other that none of them had kept still, making her precision cuts that much harder to pull off. Still the deed was done, and she took a step back to admire her work. The survivor was in pieces, metaphorically speaking, he hadn’t understood anything since it began, not least the reason why his family, and all their security, had to die. He wanted to ask, but the amount of questions he had didn’t let a single one take precedence.
     Venus started walking towards him, swaying her hips, and reached up for the dagger that was pinning him to the wall, and then removed it, letting him fall to the blood smeared floor.
     “Thank you for your co-operation,” she said mockingly, leaning in close.
It was at that point that Gabriel and Cynthia arrived on the scene. Neither had said a word to each other as they made their way through the house, with Gabriel taking a twisted pride in seeing his Shadow’s handiwork up close. Cynthia on the other hand, wanted to rush to the panic room where she knew he’d be. This was the culmination of her dreams, and of the creation of her future life. She had to see him. So it was, when she first walked into the room of death, the moment she looked into his tear stricken eyes, she let herself cry.
“Andreas!” she shouted as she ran to him, slipping over in the blood of his family, getting it over her hands as she picked herself up, before smearing it over him as she hugged him. He was still too shell-shocked for words at first, but as the embrace lasted, he eventually found something to say.
     “C-Cynthia?”
     “Andreas! W-we’ve d-done it! We’re f-finally free!” Cynthia cried out.
     “Aww, isn’t that romantic?” Venus mocked. “Who says romance is dead?” She looked over to Gabriel, who was also enjoying how it was all playing out.
     “Young love, there’s nothing like it,” he chuckled.
     “Cythina, W-what’s going on? W-why?” Andreas spluttered out. He broke the hug off and looked down at his own hands, and at the state of the room, almost throwing up when the full weight of the event hit him.
     “Why what?” Cynthia asked earnestly. “Don’t you get it? We’re free now!” She went to hug him again but he put his back fully against the wall to avoid her.
     “F-free? I don’t understand? Who is…Who is that monster?” he pointed at Venus who was admiring her nails, till she realised he was looking at her.
     “Me? Oh, I’m just the help, and let me tell you, I was more than happy to help out with this special job! From one romanticist to another, this was certainly a gift from the heart!” Venus explained with a flourish.
     “As for me? I’m just a dealer, I make everyone’s dreams come true,” Gabriel added. “Though last time I saw you kiddo, you were just way high,” he used his hand to illustrate that Andreas had only been a child when Gabriel helped his family.
     “B-but why? W-why did you kill them? Cynthia, I don’t understand!”
     “I told you, already, so that we can be free!” A degree of softness was lost from Cynthia’s voice, as a little frustration set in instead.
     “F-free?”
     “If I may interject here, what the lady is trying to say…” Gabriel started explaining. “Is that now both your families are dead, you’re free to live your lives as you see fit, and together, as I’m guessing your little romance wasn’t looked at fondly.”
     Venus handed Gabriel back the drawing that Cynthia had made, and he revealed it to Andreas, who looked absolutely horrified by it. He saw himself, trapped in a cartoonish heart while his family members, and various bodyguards had their faces scratched out, with bodies that were bleeding. The intent was clear.
     “Don’t you see? Now we can be together! Without anyone stopping us! I l-love you Andreas,” Cynthia said blushing. “All this is for you!”
     “As a special Valentine's present!” Venus chimed in.
     “T-this is insane! You’re all insane!” Andreas screamed.
     “I know this is a shock, but I’m here for you,” Cynthia said, wanting to draw close again.
     “No! I barely even know you! We only met a few months ago!”
     “Yes, and you said we couldn’t be together because of our warning families, so that’s why I solved it all! No more silly gang fights, we can be together!”
     “Oh…Is that why you accepted the job?” Venus asked, turning to Gabriel.
     “Partly, I knew what this girl had done to her own family, as it was clear as day, no doubt the police will figure it out soon as well. Once they see past her attempts to frame it all like a crime family feud,” he replied causally, which shocked Cynthia once she heard him.
     “W-what? No! It doesn’t matter! Come on Andreas! We can still get away from all of this! I know we have a connection! The way you looked at me when we first met! You’re the only one who can understand the type of life I’ve had! We’ve been nothing but pawns in the adult’s games. Pieces they could move around the board to secure their own power just because of their surnames…Please, Andreas! We can make this work, just me and you, no baggage, a new life awaits!”
Andreas fell silent as the full picture dawned on him, a random gesture of kindness that he gave to the daughter of his family's enemies had led to all this .In a very real way, what he did, led to his tragedy. He slid to the floor, his head hanging low.
Seeing him in this state, Gabriel spied an opportunity, and carefully went over to him, taking care as to not step on the bodies. He bent down, and started whispering in the boy’s ear.
     Cynthia tried to lean in to hear what they were saying, but couldn’t make anything out.
     “Andreas?” She asked, before trying again, in a more forceful tone. “Andreas!” She went to move closer, but Venus was faster, dragging her away, giving Gabriel and his new client space.
     “Ssshh,” Venus said, putting a finger delicately on Cynthia’s lips. “Let the man do his thing!”
     “Oh, are you sure that’s what you want, right now?” Gabriel asked. Andreas, who didn’t look at him, but nodded.
     Holding his hand up, Gabriel formed a handgun and handed it to him, which made Cynthia cry out all the more.
     “W-what are you going to do with that! Andreas! Talk to me!”
     Andreas said nothing, he simply put the gun to his head and pulled the trigger, his body going limp as the gun rattled out of his hand.
     “That was a freebie by the way,” Gabriel pointed out to Venus. “No one can say I’m not charitable!”
     “ANDREAS!” Cythnia screamed, showing more reaction to what he’d done than anything else that day. She broke down in tears, collapsing to her knees. “This wasn’t supposed to happen! It was supposed to be me and you, forever and ever! With no parents to stop us, and no drama to tie us down! I loved you and I know you loved me!” she sounded more delusional now, and sensing that this escapade was drawing to a close, Gabriel removed the barrier that had blocked everything inside from affecting the outside and vice versa. All the security systems flared into life, alerting everyone to the intrusion at the property.
     “Well, miss Cynthia, it is time for us to part, you had better get out of here yourself, otherwise you’re going to rack up quite the impressive police record,” Gabriel pointed this out, knowing full well that she now had nothing left.
     She didn’t say anything, she just picked up the handgun that Andreas had used and cradled it for a moment. She then cuddled into him, forcing his limp arm around her, then she pulled the trigger as well.
     “That just happened,” Venus said surprised. “Did you know that was going to happen?” she asked Gabriel.
     “What? That faced with a harsh truth she’d choose to absolve herself of all responsibility and seek oblivion with the man she thought loved her? It was never going to end the way she wanted. She’d burned all her bridges by killing her own family, and because she was too impulsive, made sure he realised that she caused the death of the young man’s family. Had she held back and called on him later, coming to his aid once people had called out for help, then he might have been more receptive…If she had escaped capture herself.” Gabriel’s explanation was thorough, but he wasn’t finished. “Of course, the best thing here is that we got what we wanted.”
     “How do we benefit from this?” Venus said, cosying up to him further.
     “These two families actually help fund Majestic by funneling money through black market schemes, very similar to what the CIA dabbled in. What we’ve done here is take out two more of Majestic’s holdings. Giving me an opening to put forward two of my own.”
     “So, her killing her family provided you with a lucky break?”
     Gabriel turned to Venus with a smirk.
     “Is that what you think happened? A lucky break, my dear, I never leave anything to chance…” 
     The pair laughed as they made their own escape, leaving the police to find the crime scene and all the horror it contained….

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That's all for this week!

Join me next week for another Short Diversions, though this is going to be a special one.

Till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 11 February 2026

#162 Not Quite So Perfect Gift + Short Diversions: Bleeding Hearts pt1

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

This is technically the Valentines Day blog post of the year, due to the day itself landing slap bang in the middle of two blog posts. So consider it an early Valentines gift from me to you all.

Got three special things to share today (okay, one of them is just the Valentines themed comic, but I'm still counting it!). You can find them all below, starting with the aforementioned Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz! 

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz




Not to big myself up, but I think I nailed Riz in that 2nd panel. Also worth noting that is probably the world's largest box of chocolates right there...not quite sure that Luna will get them however!

I know I linked to it last week, but it's worth doing again. This is what Riz meant when ge spoke about last year. Can't blame Luna really.

Valentines Day

Now for the second special item on the agenda...A brand new piece of Daemon Soul themed artwork to celebrate the day! Or should that be, an Avalon themed piece?



Yes, that's Robyn and Isabelle depicted here. You've already seen a few pictures of Isabelle over the course of this blog, but this is Robyns first appearance, as I was able to come up with a look I didn't instantly hate. For those who don't know, the pair hail from the Daemon Soul stories via Avalon (the United Kingdoms answer to the demonic problem), but they also made their short story debut two years ago for Valentines Day (then got a follow up after showing their first meeting). Art isn’t brilliant as I can't seem to capture their ages right, but it's also the first time I've ever tried anything like this to be fair.

If I share any future art of them, I'll probably be in their more usual combat gear attire.

Now, let’s move onto that third special thing shall we?


Short Diversions: Bleeding Hearts part 1

I was in two minds about restarting Short Diversions so soon after finishing Phantom Dawn but, once I got the idea, I couldn't help myself. In fact, I couldn't help myself so much that I had to split the story up as what should have been a short introduction scene escalated. Hope you enjoy it!

Part 1


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Bleeding Hearts

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     The girl looked terrified as she slowly walked into the office. Every step was a trembling one, and she had her arms crossed over her chest, holding tightly to a large notebook, the cover of which had been drawn on fully. She was dressed in smart looking clothes and her appearance was well maintained.
     “Hello?” she called out carefully, her voice coming out quite meek. “My name is Cynthia? We spoke on the phone briefly earlier…” Her mannerisms reeked of someone who wasn’t sure they belonged where they were even standing.
     “It is an honour Miss Cynthia. I’m so sorry to hear about your recent bereavement,” A male voice replied. He sounded extremely confident, but also reassuring.
     “Uh, I…” Cynthia didn’t know what to say.
     “You’re in a safe space here, say what you want to say, and not what you feel you have to,” the man spoke softly, but the lack of any physical presence was still off putting, something that Cynthia was struggling to deal with. Her host seemed to realise this, and quickly corrected it.
     “Don’t worry, you’re not talking to a ghost here,” A chair at the end of the room turned around, a man in his late thirties was sat there, brown unkempt hair gave him a dashing appearance, and his crystal blue eyes seemed to transfix Cynthia, putting her at ease almost immediately.
     “You’re Gabriel?”
     “In the flesh, come and sit. Tell me everything you want to tell me. I won’t judge, at all,” Gabriel motioned his hands to get the expression across.
     Cynthia obeyed and went over to the empty chair that was sat opposite of him. The room they were in was empty aside from the seats, she was positive that he was only in this building for their meeting, and that he’d be gone as soon as everything was over. It added a weird sense of liminality that she was experiencing. Despite all this, she found her voice.
     “You said on the phone that you would consider any deal? Is that true?”
     “I wouldn’t have said it otherwise.” 
     “What I would like…”
     “My dear, ‘what I would like’, isn’t going to cut it. What I want to hear from you, is ‘what I want’! Tell me what you really desire right now, what is the one thing that you could change if you could. I’m the man who can make miracles happen, so don’t hold back. If you want to get selfish, get selfish. You’d be surprised by my results.” Gabriel rested his head on his right hand.
     Bolstered by what he’d said, Cynthia handed over her notebook to him.
     “What I want is in there…” She said, trailing off. “You’ll know it when you see it…” She watched him keenly as he looked through the notebook, till his eyes fixed on the one page.
     “Oh…Oh I see, and you’re one hundred percent sure that this is what you want? As I can make this happen,” A smile crossed Gabriel’s face. “Not going to lie, I assumed you’d just want revenge for what happened to your family.”
     “...Yes…This is what I want,” Cynthia had to pluck up all her courage just to say those words. “I’m prepared to do anything…But you’re wrong, this isn’t for revenge, this isn’t about me, or about what happened to me at all.”
     “Such conviction. I’m sorry for doubting the reason, it was just curiosity on my part. Doesn’t change much though, I’ll still make sure it is done…Now, as for payment…”
Cynthia tensed up, afraid of what he was about to say.
     “...What is it?”
     “No need to be so tense! I’ve actually got good news to share. Consider what you want…” Gabriel looked down again at the notepad, a flicker of a sinister expression crossing his face for an instant. “I’m willing to do this job for free!”
     “F-For free?”
     “Yes, that is what I said after all. I can see how much this really means to you, and I wouldn’t want to burden you any further with my silly ideas of payment at a time like this. Especially not when you’re already grieving. Doing this deed for you, restoring that smile of yours…That’ll be payment enough!” Gabriel shot her a warm smile, looking for all intents and purposes that he had her best interests at heart. “Plus, I know what’s really driving you to do this. First love, am I right?”
     Cynthia turned away to try and hide her surging emotions from just hearing that word.
     “W-We we both want this! I know it! We just need the chance…To be free….”
     “There’s no greater gift to love than freeing someone, ain’t that the truth,” Gabriel nodded sagely. “As I say though, that’s why I’m going to do this for free. Soon all those horrible memories of yours will be in the past.” 
     In a flash, Cynthia saw a spark of horrible intent in Gabriel’s blue eyes but she looked past it, now being so near her goal.
     “T-Thank you! W-When will you do it?”
     “Is there a time you want me to handle it?” Gabriel asked back.
     “As soon as possible, if it’s okay? I don’t want to leave him in that house for a moment longer..”
     “Hmm, I am booked for an appointment this afternoon, a very important one, but I do have an employee free that can handle a job of this magnitude.”
     “You won’t be doing this yourself?”
     “Normally, I would my dear, especially one of this calibre. However, my hands are tied, as this particular client, does not like to reschedule. However, you have nothing to fear, the person I’m thinking of will handle all this with finesse. I mean, I’m trusting you want it handled cleanly without anyone else getting caught in the crossfire, right?” Gabriel postured like he was explaining the most rational thing.
     “I-If you can vouch for them, and they can get the job done right away…”
     “Oh their diary is empty, they’ll get right on this. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll call them. It was a pleasure, Cynthia. Your dream will come true today, I guarantee it,” Gabriel stood, and bowed.
     “O-Okay! Shall I leave that page?” She asked, pointing at the notebook.
     “If you wouldn’t mind, I need to go over the details with my friend.” Gabriel tore the page out and handed the rest of the notebook back.
     “T-Thank you again, for doing this,” Cynthia said before running out of the office. She had to compose herself once she was back on the street, amongst other people. She could hardly believe what had just transpired, or what she had arranged. The weight of her actions hadn’t hit her yet, but she kept telling herself that this was the right thing to do, that everything had been in preparation for this moment.

     “Just an employee am I?” A seductive female voice purred from behind Gabriel. “I’d hoped we’d be so much more than that”
     “Venus, just the person I wanted to see. Can you do me a personal favour, something I’d be ever so grateful for?” Gabriel turned to the young woman, who was dressed in black like most of his Shadows were. Her outfit was skin tight and her shoulder pads looked like they had horns coming off them that twisted downwards. The only placement of colour came from the purple choker around her neck. Her smile was welcoming, but venomous at the same time, making it clear that she could be playful and spiteful in equal measure. She had brown hair that ran down to the base of her neck while the front most part of it was pink, complimenting her red eyes.
     “If it’s a favour for you, how could I say no? You know I dedicate everything I do to you,” She said playfully, putting her arms around Gabriel.
     “That’s just what I want to hear. Here, look at this…” 
     Venus took the page from her beloved's hands. She stared at it for a moment, a devilish delight appearing in her eyes.
     “Oh, you do spoil me…. Need me to take care of this right now?” She formed a dagger in her hand, making it appear that she was ready to do what she needed to do.
     “Go and have your fun. I’ll be right there once I’ve spoken to War. Prepare a nice scene for me if you don’t mind.”
     “I don’t mind at all… Anything for you…” Venus leaned in for a kiss, and Gabriel let her kiss his cheek.
     “I know you won’t let me down, Venus….” Gabriel smiled as he walked away, already excited for what was about to happen.

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Gabriel fans rejoice! It's been too long since he's graced this blog. As for Venus, she's been mentioned before, but this is her first proper appearance, here's a picture of her if you'd like:



Part 2 will drop soon, depending on when I get it finished. Then you'll all get to see her handiwork for yourselves.

That's all for now,

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 4 February 2026

#161 Quite Clever Actually + Phantom Dawn Post Mortem

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

It is currently Wednesday as I type this, the exact day that this blog should be going live...so yeah, thar shows the state of things here!

I'd toyed with the idea of postponing the post mortem, but as that would interfere with any plans I'd make for next week (aka the one closest to Valentines Day), I've decided to press on!

Before we get to the topic of today, let's check in on Brennan and Riz...

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Drawing could have been better here...save for the middle panel where things slotted together nicely. I think I needed to showcase the movement of the robotic hand more. It'll be another Valentines strip next week, historically, they've turned out well enough, issue 162 should be interesting!

Phantom Dawn: A Post Mortem

This is a hard topic to start talking about as Phantom Dawn is one of those ideas I've struggled to get dome over the course of a decade and a bit. Actually might be closer to two decades than I'd like to admit. For those who don't know, as I'm sure I've spoken about it before, Phantom Dawn was going to be a bit different. The setting was largely the same (though with minor differences in world building, like the monsters being called Evolons) yet the characters were all new. The lead of the first incarnation was a guy who wandered from town to town. As far as I can remember, his characterisation left a lot to be desired, coming off as bland and relying too much on his mysterious past.. which I never did plan out. I wrote a couple of chapters of this draft but quickly killed it when I wasn't having any fun writing. I stripped some design elements from the main character in order to reuse them elsewhere and forgot the whole thing.

Rose became attached to the story some time in the early 2010s. Her origins actually go back a bit further but I can't share them just yet as they're linked with something else. It was at this point that several other characters began to take form but were  still far from who I spent last year writing about. This version of the story never went too far as life meant I couldn't focus on it like I wanted. Ironically though, it was another one of life's crazy events that brought Phantom Dawn back in a big way, the covid years. Now this version , which is appox 75-80% of the finished story was born from wanting to do an attempt at a comic and text hybrid, one that was to be serialised every day (lasted 101 days so it did what it needed to).

Now that the history lesson is over, let's focus on the actual story here.

I started the project in January 2025 full of hopes and excitement. However, looking through the whole story, it didn't live up to my own aspirations. Now whether this was a consequence of the self imposed deadlines clashing with a very chaotic time or just my imagination running out of steam is debatable but it happened a lot. To make this easier for myself, I'll break it down into different sections, I should stress there is aspects about this story that I do actually like, and if your own comments are vastly different to mine, then please drop them below.

The setting

Now, the setting for Phantom Dawn is one of the few things that remained quite consistent from version to version. The world was always a post apocalypse where wastes stretched from horizon to horizon with the shattered ruins of cities in between. Folks would eke out a new life, rebuilding where they could as warlords fought for control. This would be all the while the Phantom Dawn phenomenon itself glared down overheard, causing aggressive behaviour in the monsters that roamed free. Doesn't that sound like a fun place? My worry is that none of that really shone through with what I wrote, at least not after they got to the town. The Phantom Dawn should have played a bigger part in the story instead of being forgotten about. At the very least I should have made sure thaf it's presence was felt. I also should have paid more attention to the monsters, while avoiding the evolon name was a good call, the townspeople should have had a name they used for them, something born out of their own folklore. It would have made the back half of the story flow a lot better.

Characters

This is a tricky one as I don't think I made any major errors here (we'll talk about Rose in a second), I think the majority of the characters were still finding their voices and the balance between their personalities. Mason in particular, I worry I went to over the top with his bad poetry and his attempts to woo Rose with words. My goal with him was to show that his introduction, and how he’d presented himself to the town was an act, a performance he thought he needed. Him joining the team was supposed to be because of the kindness Rose showed him and that he believed with her, he didn’t need to do an act. I think I can refine this in a rewrite of parts, which should help his feelings appear more earnest.

Kurz, for the most part is fine, being a somewhat cynical pragmatic, having to suddenly deal with a girl who upturns everything more or less. Here, my issues are with his interactions with Rose which really comes down to them sharing one scene together. I didn't want to rush things with these two but I suppose I went to the other extreme. On the plus side though, his chatter with Mason is a delight as their bad blood boils through, despite it being an act, Mason still did the things he did, and Kurz isn't about to let him forget it.

Rose...It's not so much her character development that's bugging me here, as much as it's her lack of agency in some parts. She seems to vary between being assertive and being passive. One of the biggest culprits of this is the chapter where Kurz takes on Mason, an important chapter to be sure...for that pair. Rose though doesn't get much to do, which is bad considering she's the main character. I'm also second guessing the gimmick i used for her fights. It looks cool but again, removes a bit of agency when she has no control or memory over what she does. Part of fixing this could be shifting perspective to firsf person but that is kind of a trade off with other problems...which I'll talk about in the next section.

Plot

Lastly, I need to talk about what happened with the overall plot. It wouldn't beva surprise to say that there wasn’t one to begin with. I had a loose framework from my previous attempt but thaf would move too fast for what I wanted (those characters who turned up at the end, you'll have to wait till later to see them). It wasn't until chapters 6-10 that the picture of how the story would end finally came in to focus, and then, not till about chapter 15 point before everything was set. I don't think this approach worked though, not in the slightest. The battle followed by battle was a slog to write and they dragged the pacing down. That being said, I do like the idea of Rose's kindness being repaid so that element is being kept for certain. I think there was also more I could have done with Eros to better ultise him then a brief appearance. He's a character integral to both Mason’s and Kurz’s backstories, so needs to be handled better. So what could I do with the plot to make it better? That is actually quite easy and have Finch organise an assault on the town, with Eros there to supervise and tie up loose ends (kill Mason). This would enable a better finale as Rose gets to still defend the town as they're attacked by some heavy machinery, and the others get an encounter that they can fairly take part in, even if Eros is a bit stronger than them.

Of course, I'm not doing these changes I've discussed here any time soon. No, these changes will happen at some point when I move forward with publishing it. I'll hopefully have a better grip on it it'll be keeping the 3rd person perspective or moving it to 1st person. Either way it'll be on the back burner now.

With all that said and done, I'd like to say thank you one more time to everyone who read it all. I hope you all enjoyed it.


That's it for this week. Now, the old schedule dictates that there should be a Short Diversions in our near future, but I'm still undecided as what to run. I'm sure I'll figure it out though.

Till next time...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Tuesday, 27 January 2026

#160 Just Borrowing + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Epilogue

Happy Blog Day Everyone!

Well, here it is, the finale of Phantom Dawn, and paradoxically, the longest installment of the story to date! Somehow, when I want to write a lot, my brain seizes up, allowing only a modest trickle to come out, but when I don't want to write a lot, I can't seem to stop myself. As it was, I coukd have kept going...

Before we get to that though, let's catch up with Brennan and Riz shall we?

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz



I bet he'll look fabulous by the time morning comes around. Hope Valarie does get them back though!

Tried my hand at drawing the same panel three times in a row essentially. Not perfect by any means but I think there has been some improvement there. Could have done this with Brennan but I thought I'd be nice and give him a week off, allowing Valarie to swoop in and get the spotlight. One thing I  hope to achieve with the comic this year is to increase her appearances.

Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Epilogue

So this is it, the ultimate end of the story. What awaits our heroes when Rose speaks out her own choice...

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Epilogue

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Epilogue: New Journey

     It had been a few days since peace had fallen on the town. The new monstrous guardians had settled into their new roles and been praised accordingly. What fear existed amongst the town people had been washed away.

     Rose spent the time either mingling with people more than happy to share the praise with her, or watching the monsters that had once been trying to kill her. Her thoughts, though, were focused elsewhere. Every night, she’d had the same recurring dreams featuring the shadowed figures of her parents. They always said the same things, and always, at the end, she saw flashes of the sword. One the last such occasion, she’d managed to find a pencil and something to draw on, doing her best to transcribe what had existed only in her dreams. She’d already made up her mind that she had to leave, but she still had to tell everyone else.

     The moment she’d chosen to reveal her decision came at the end of the day, when light was fading. She, Kurz, Neal, Mason and Si, had gathered around a small camp fire. Rose waited until there was a lull in the conversation. She cleared her throat, a move to get the others attention. 
     “I…I’ve got something to say,” she began. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this…” the words seemed to be tumbling out of her reach, a speech she’d prepared was in tatters in just a few syllables.
     “It’s okay, Rose,” Neal said softly. “Take your time.”
     On hearing that, Rose settled herself, before continuing.
     “I’ve made up my mind…Tomorrow morning….I’m leaving this town.” 
     Her words shocked everyone.
     “Wha-What? Why would you want to leave now!” Si was the first to actually say something.
     “Maybe we should let her continue first, I’m sure she’ll have a reason,” Neal put his hand on Si’s shoulder to settle him, he noticed that Mason and Kurz were listening intently. Her decision had shook him as well, but he also wasn’t surprised by it. She clearly wanted to find what was missing within her, and there was nothing in this town to spark those memories back into being.
     “I can’t explain it fully, but I feel like that if I find this…” Rose took the crude picture of the sword from her dreams out of her pocket, holding it up for everyone to see. “This sword…holds the key to more of my memories, it might even restore them all. Touching the one that Mason gave me allowed me to see my parents again, even if I couldn’t make out their faces. I can’t sit here while the answers I seek are out there, waiting for me to find them!” Rose’s words quickened as she tried to get all the words out. It still didn’t match what she felt in her heart. Despite only knowing the people gathered around her, nay, the people of the town for a few days, she didn’t want to part from them. The emotions she was feeling were conflicting, her need to know who she was fighting tooth and nail with the desire to stay and learn from all her new friends.
     “Are you dead set on going?” Mason asked, disrupting her train of thought, and dragging everyone’s eyes to him.
Rose didn’t answer straight away, but she clenched her fists, as to make her decision permanent.
     “Yes.”
     “Then, I’m going with you!” Mason declared standing. “I refuse to let you wander these lands alone.” He sounded gallant saying it.
     “That, and you reckon you’ve got nothing keeping you here. Oh, and your connection to Finch being scrutinised by the townspeople every time they see you,” Kurz said snidely. “That being said though, I guess your heart is in the right place, but it’s not like I’m going to sit by and watch the two of you disappear into the wastes. I’m going too,” Kurz stood, showing his intent.
     “Wait, what’s going on now? Why are you both going! You do know what it’s like out there don’t you! Not to mention the wannabe warlords like Finch! Speaking of, without you guys, Finch is going to run roughshod over us!” Si wailed.
     “He might be put off by the two new guardians this place has…Eros is strong but that comes at a price, and Finch isn’t going to want to rely on that. Plus, he’ll probably be more interested in who stopped him anyhow,” Mason’s eyes drifted back to Rose, who took in what he was saying.
     “You mean that he’ll want me?” Rose asked.
     “Sadly…Not that I’ll let it happen of course!” Mason boasted.
     “Then, me moving away from here will be good for the town anyway…” Rose reasoned, before turning back to Si to see if he had anything to say.
     “If it turns out like that, then, great. I mean, I’m not going to risk my life following you though. I’m staying put!”
     “No one can blame you for that decision. I feel like we’ve all got our own reasons for wanting to leave with Rose,” Neal said, looking at everyone in turn.
     “Does that even mean you want to go with her old man?” Kurz enquired. “If anyone should stay with Si, it should be you. I think your wandering times are over.”
     “That’s precisely why I should go with you all, I know these lands well, after a lifetime and then some, of wandering over them. We’ll be looking for a veritable needle in a haystack. No harm in having a guide to help out is there?” Neal replied.
     Kurz had to think about that, trying to come up with any argument he could in order to keep his grandfather where he’d be safe. When it became apparent he couldn’t, he didn’t hide his frustration.
     “Well, I think that settles the matter,” Neal smiled. “I know you’re worried, Kurz, but you needn’t be. No one is going to take unnecessary risks under my watch, and that includes you. Our mission is to help Rose.”
     “...And dealing with Finch? If he wants her, we’ll have to face him at some point,” Kurz kicked the dirt, knocking dust into the wind.
     “Then we’ll deal with that as and when it comes to it.” 
     “Your gramps is right…I mean, you’re right too, I guess,” Mason added. “Finch is that shadow looming over to us now, but that shouldn’t stop us from doing anything. We’ll all have our own reckoning with him…” He wasn’t looking forward to that. Betrayers got special attention in Finch’s eyes.
     “We’ll take him on together!” Rose promised, jumping up to put her arm around Mason and Kurz, the former starting to blush. “I can’t thank you enough for all of this…” She lowered her head as tears started to fall.
     “Given what you’ve already done for us, this is the least we can do…I suggest we leave with the first light of day, once we’ve assembled some supplies of course. We delay at all and we risk not leaving altogether.” Neal’s proposals were met with a nod of heads.
     Rose thought back to her conversation a few days prior, where she’d thanked Neal for finding her, but he’d replied by thanking her for finding them.
     Is this what he’d meant? This feeling we are all sharing? Our goals aligning as one? She asked herself.
     Well, it looks like things are finally going to get interesting, I certainly hope you don’t kill any of them next time you use that power of yours…The other voice laughed.
Rose shrugged the mocking laughter away. She chose to focus on what was to come the next day…

     Elsewhere…
     “Finch! Where are you! This place is a damn labyrinth…” Eros muttered. He’d returned to his employer with only bad news to share, while also knowing that his boss would already know the jist of what he was going to say.
     “I’m over here with my newest prize…Don’t worry Eros, I know what you’re going to tell me already,” Finch said, sounding pleasant.
     “About the town surviving and how some red haired girl tamed two of the worst monsters out there, defeating one of the very worst ones I ever came across…That what you heard?” 
     “Tell me about the red haired girl. I assume she’s the same one that beat Mason up so readily?”
     Despite hearing his voice, Eros still couldn’t see Finch, the room he’d entered was pitch black.
     “Can’t you turn a light on or something here? I don’t even know if I’m talking to a wall or not?” Eros protested, reaching out with his hand to probe his surroundings. He’d been in the trophy room several times before, and each time, the layout had shifted as Finch collected more and more. Relics from before the Fall were scattered everywhere, ranging from the mundane to the best military hardware recovered. It was from these spoils that he equipped his forces. Even Eros had been allowed to take advantage of these wares.
     “Don’t make me ask again, Eros. Despite you doing a lackluster job, I’m in a very good mood as some of my men secured a rare prize indeed. I’d hate to be upset at this point by you dodging my question.” While he sounded as jovial as before, there was a more serious edge there, one that made Eros take pause.
     “She’s incredibly strong, and from what little I was able to observe, doesn’t even know who or what she is. While I wouldn’t say her powers are too out of the norm compared to what is out there, they are unique.”
     “What? Her strength? Nothing an old exosuit couldn’t manage.”
     “No, I’m talking about the power she used in the last fight… .I can scarcely begin to describe. It goes beyond being super strong.”
     “So, what you’re saying is, she’d be a mighty prize?”
     “A prize?” As Eros mulled those words, lights were turned on with a blinding glare. When his eyes adjusted, Eros saw that Finch was standing ahead of him next to a reinforced glass cabinet, where a sword was being held up by four chains. The blade looked pristine, with an ornate handle that held a red jewel on the centre of the hilt. Strange writing was etched around the edges. The whole sword was mesmerising to look at, and while Eros had seen swords before, he’d seen nothing like this one.
     “Where did you get this from?” 
     “I’d heard talk about shooting stars a few nights ago, so I sent men out to scour the area. Aside from a couple of craters, they found this,” Finch stroked the cabinet. “It’s as light as a feather, but capable of cutting most materials we have. Don’t you think it’s funny though, that strange girl appears, and so does this sword.”
     “What are you getting at?”
     “I think they’re connected, and if they are, I want the set. That’ll be your new job. Bring me the girl. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”
     “Is that all you want? She’ll be with that traitor and the old man and his grandkid, the ones who’ve been causing trouble.” There was no way that Eros was going to pass up a job like this. He had reservations about how strong the girl was, but at the end of the day, he’d killed worse.
     “Well, I don’t want them. Do what you want with them, consider it an extra with the reward. That suit you?” Finch asked, he hadn’t pulled his focus off the sword, constantly getting lost in the beauty he perceived.
     “Yes, I’ll make sure it’s done.”
     “Good, I’m counting on you Eros. Oh, with that grandkid, make sure you actually finish the job this time. If you’d killed them all in the fist place when I sent you after his mum, I doubt we’d be in this position now.” 
     “I won’t let him get away again.” 
     “Good, now go, I think I need to reorganise things here for when you bring her back here.”
     “Whatever keeps you amused,” Eros muttered under his breath as he turned. He had his new mission, that’s all that mattered.

     Neal had been the first to awake the next morning, rising as he did with the early light. Having done journeys like this before, he knew what supplies they’d need, and set off gathering them. It didn’t take long for the others to awake as well, Rose included, and they all attended their own business, except Mason, who had nothing to sort out. Rose herself didn't know what she could do to help prepare, so she sat watching till Neal gave a nod to Kurz and that was that, they were ready and could leave at any notice. It was at this point that Si took his leave, but he didn’t say a word, his head bowed as he walked out of the door, which struck Rose as a bit odd given what she’d learned about him. To her, it seemed that talking was a specialty of his. She wondered what was going through his mind about the fact that his friends were leaving and he wasn’t.
     “Are you ready, Rose?” Neal asked. Rose nodded, giving a faint smile that belied the guilt that started to build on her shoulders.
     “I am but…”
     “We can only know if this is the right course of action once we’ve started. Staying has its own risks. If there’s no answers here, then you’ll regret not having the courage to leave, to find the real you.”
     “What if the real me isn’t worth finding? What if I’m better off not knowing.” 
     “Do you believe that to be the case? When you find out the truth, you’ll still have a choice whether to embrace the person you were, or cast it aside to be who you want to be. We’ll be by your side the whole way, I promise,” Neal said sagely. He held out his hand for Rose to grasp, which she did willingly.
     “In that case then, let’s go.”
     “I’m ready, just as the bird that decides to spread its wings wide,!” Mason declared poetically as he came in from another room. “I’ll be with you to the end, my sweetest Rose.”
     “You keep coming up with bad poetry, your end will be faster than you think,” Kurz commented. “You can make yourself useful though.” He tossed one of the bulkier bags at Mason.
     “I’m not a pack horse!”
     “No, I think you’re more of a mule.”
     “Very funny.”
     Rose started laughing at this point, leaving Neal to settle things before any brawl could erupt.
     “This is getting us any further is it? I think as long as we’re all travelling together, you too should learn to get along.”
     “This is us getting along though,” Mason admitted.
     “He’s right, otherwise we’d already killed each other several times over,” Kurz backed him up.
     “Well, if that is all sorted then, I guess we should head out?” Rose suggested, pointing at the door.

     Stepping beyond it wasn’t as bad as she’d assumed it would be.
     “I think we should start by heading towards where I found you,” Neal suggested.
     “Okay, that sounds like a good plan…What are those people doing?” Rose pointed ahead at the large crowd that was ahead of them, till they saw Si step forward from it. In contrast to how Rose had normally seen him. Whereas before he was highstrung in stressful situations, but lax otherwise, now he wore a somber expression.
     “Don’t think you were going to leave without everyone having something to say about it,” he said, motioning to everyone who had gathered behind him.
     “Si…” Kurz muttered, knowing that his friend was hurting too.
     “Rose!” Cecily burst from the crowd and wrapped herself around Rose, who knelt down to her level. “Why are you leaving us? Don’t you like us anymore?” the little girl blubbed.
     “That’s not it at all! I’m leaving because I have to. You know who you are, I don’t. You have a life here. Mine…That’s what I want to discover,” Rose tried to explain but wasn’t having an easy time with it.
     “But you are you!” Cecily couldn’t understand what her friend was trying to say.
     “Maybe I am, but I need to see that for myself. I do have an important job that only you can do though…” Rose hugged the little girl tight. “Those new guardians of the town. I need you to make sure they don’t feel lonely. Go to them every day, talk to them, let them know you and look after them for me, please.”
     This request caught the child off guard, making her forget her sadness briefly.
     “Look after them? I can do that!” Cecily beamed.
     “I know you’re going to be brilliant at it!” Rose smiled back.
     While that exchange had been going on, the rest of the townsfolk were thanking Neal and Kurz, while giving Mason a wide berth, which he completely understood.
     When she was finished with Cecily, Rose stood and turned to the crowd, who seemed to be waiting for her especially. One man stepped forward, seemingly speaking for everyone else.
     “On behalf of everyone here, I wish to offer our thanks for all you’ve done for us, in the short time you’ve been with us. You helped to break Finch’s hold on the town, then gave us two new protectors that can stand against the threats that the Phantom Dawn dares bring down on us. We pray that you find what you’re looking for. You will always have a place here with us.” He bowed his head as he spoke, bowing in respect.
     “I don’t know what to say, except thank you,” Rose replied. “No matter what I find out there, I’ll never forget my time here, and with you all.” 
     Kurz, Neal and Mason gathered behind her.
     “I echo her sentiment,” Neal added. “This town will always be my home, for all my memories here, so we may say good bye now, but our paths will cross again. Si…” Neal addressed him personally.
     “I hope you can look after this town.”
     “Yeah, and not have the people look after you constantly like I had to,” Kurz joked before taking a step closer to his friend. “Still, going to be odd not having you by my side,” he bumped elbows with him.
     “Nah, you’ll go faster without me to slow you down,” Si admitted. “Take care of yourself.” 
     “Same to you.” 

     With their goodbyes said, the small group made their way through the crowd, as the onlookers sent their wishes of a safe voyage around them.
     Rose took one look backwards as they moved away from the crowd.
     “Thank you,” She whispered, then she turned round again to face the journey she’d chosen, and with Mason, Kurz and Neal by her side, she set off for the next horizon, and all the secrets she’d hoped to uncover there…

The End

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There! It's done! It's finally done! It certainly was a task and a half to get this story done, but was it worth it? You'll just have to check back soon to see my post mortem on it, and I assure you, it won't be pretty...

That being said, I would like to thank everyone for putting up with it (and me). Defiantly want to give it some time before I launch myself into another large scale writing project like this one.

I do have one last thing to share though:

I think our heroes will be alright...for now at least!

Till next time,

Keep on writing.

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 21 January 2026

#159 A Little Bit of Snow

Happy Blog Day Everyone

I'm not quite sure where this month is going to be honest, I'm sure it was only a few days into January last I looked!

A quiet post today as I finish up Phantom Dawns Epilogue and, hopefully, work on a little surprise to cap things off with. Do not expect anythng fancy.

lately I've been looking through the old blog posts. At first it was to find a reference I needed, but even after I got what I wanted, I kept on going. Re-reading my tribulations with Nanowrimo 2023 was a trip and a half, especially since there's been a lot I haven't thought about in a while (not doing it last year was a breath of fresh air). It has made me want to peek at Avalon Tales again, to see what kind of mess I left it in, and to work out where I keep going wrong in my approaches to it yet was able to get something resembling a draft complete in the very first place before I started tossing bits of it out.

Does that mean I'll get anything done? I'm not going to go that far considering my track record with things like this. My current priorities are to get Daemon Soul: Avalon complete to an acceptable standard, to complete the Daemon Soul: Winter's Tale novella and to get books relisted. The order I achieve it isn't important, of course. The biggest challenge of these is the Daemon Soul: Avalon draft, as there's a lot that needs doing with it. In contrast, I'm hoping A Winter's Tale goes a lot smoother...Famous last words!

Anyhow, is it getting chilly in here? Better see what Brennan and Riz are doing...oh.

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


That's...certainly a picture of Riz in the first panel. Not really sure what I was doing there. The second panel however, is classic Riz.

The comic itself is a reference to this one from two years ago, just a different weather condition! Odd Panel 1 Riz aside, I think it came together quite well.

That's all for this week,

Join me next time for Phantom Dawn's epilogue, the story's true end.

Till then...

Keep on writing!

Peter James Martin

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Wednesday, 14 January 2026

#158 Question Time Brennan + Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 22

Happy Blog Day Everyone

Big day today, not only do we have the final full Chapter of Phantom Dawn (well, depending on how long the epilogue is of course!), but I also want to talk about the last 3 years of the Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz (yes, it has been that long already, pretty sure I'll blink again and by standing at their 5 year anniversary).

With that said, I guess we'd better start quickly!

The Comic Tales of Brennan and Riz


Let's get the obvious out of the way. No, your eyes are not deceiving you, there is nothing wrong with whatever device you're looking at this on. I screwed up the picture on this one quite badly (a scanner, my kingdom for a scanner!) 

That aside though.. 

3 years eh? Crazy how time flies. Only felt like yesterday that I was sat there wondering how to drum up interest in Brennan and Riz. Don't think it worked in that regard somewhat. However, for a project that I thought would have ended at the end of the first year, let alone survive 3, it's been a ride.

This is evident in how long it takes me to think about new story ideas (usually the day before I need to draw it!). Some days the whole thing will magically appear in my head, others, the final panel will be the only one that appears. Then there's the days where no ideas form, leaving me a bit stranded. Though, on talking about that, there is still a computer file that I was intending on using to keep track of what I've done and used to store ideas. I believe there was a few that haven't been adapted yet.

Also fun looking back at the frequency of characters as while Brennan and Riz are more or less mainstay, with even Brennan taking the occasional week off, there's still people who don't crop up as much as they should. This list includes the likes of Valarie who is still the third most featured character (at least I think it is, haven't actually compared her screen time with Gallows who featured heavily in the multipart epic from the strips very first year) and Luna who has sadly been very underused, appearing in a grand total of 2 strips...both Valentines ones at that!

I think that my goal for this year, will be to try to get more appearances in for these characters (aside from Alice, she's far better being a character left in the shadows). Things have progressed well from the first year, but there's still more to do.

Here's to year 4.

Short Diversions: Phantom Dawn Chapter 22

Well, here is, the penultimate installment of Phantom Dawn, almost to the week when the series started last year. The schedule has had its ups and downs but we've made it here all the same. As stated above, there's still the epilogue to come, and then a post-mortem about the series, which I'm not going to lie, is going to be extremely brutal.

In terms of where we are story wise, well, the fighting has ended, and our heroes have prevailed but what lies in the aftermath? And what will Rose’s path forward be?

Read on to find out!


Phantom Dawn Chapter Index


Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Epilogue

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Chapter 22: Aftermath


     Everything was white, and the voice plaguing Rose was nowhere to be found at all. Instead, she found herself looking at two figures hidden in silhouette. They stood side by side in a loving manner, and though she couldn't see their faces, she knew that they were looking at her with that same love.

     “You're already making a difference…” One of the figures said, evidently a man. “...We've got nothing to worry about it seems!” He was jovial in nature, but there had been a gap in what he was saying, as if part of the audio was missing.

     “Remember…We'll always be here for you, no matter what you do or where you go…We both love you. Now go…don't look back. We'll be waiting…” As before, there were gaps in what she said.

     Something had changed in Rose though, as this time, as the figures faded from view, she called out after them.

     “Mum! Dad!” She reached out before they were fully gone, her fingers unable to catch them, instead though, they fell on something else. The same sword she'd seen in her previous dream.


     It was at this point that Rose woke up, and found herself in a bed. It was light outside but the sky was as gloomy as ever. Tried as she might, she couldn't remember a thing about how she got to the bed or anything about how the fight ended. She had been patched up by hands unseen.

     “Finally awake, longest I think I’ve seen you rest in the past few days,” Kurz stood in the door way, wearing similar bandages to herself.

     “Kurz! How long have I been out for?” she enquired.

     “A good day and a half? Might have been longer as me and Mason weren’t exactly up and moving about instantly.”

     “Mason? Where is he now?”

     “Closer than you’d probably think?” Kurz said, trying to appear cryptically.

     “I don’t understand?”

     “He’s sleeping on the floor next to your bed. We’ve been taking turns keeping a watch over you, and as you can see, he couldn’t even do that. WAKE UP YOU LAZY OAF!” Kurz shouted suddenly, taking a step nearer to where Mason had evidently passed out.

     “What! I’m awake! I’m awake!” Mason jolted up right, his wounds bandaged as well. After the shock had worn off, Mason noticed that Rose was awake. “Mi’lady! How sweet does a angel sleep?” 

     “Mason, we talked about this, the poetry is creepy and not how people generally wanted to be greeted in the morning,” Kurz said with some snark.

     “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, I was just glad that she’s fine, you know?”

     “Well, let’s give her some space now that’s she’s awake so she can get herself sorted. Some of the woman in town donated some more clothes to you since you’ll probably want to get changed. Some have also said they can fix what you’re wearing if you’d like, as a way of thanks,” Kurz stated.

     “Thanks? But why?” Rose asked.

     “Because you saved the town, well, you and those two other monsters that ended up working together,” Mason added.

     The mention of those two monsters did set off a memory, one of surprise seeing two creatures that had previously been trying to eat her, suddenly uniting and working alongside each other to protect her.

     “What happened to them?” She asked in a worried tone.

     Kurz and Mason exchanged a look at each other.

     “Get yourself sorted, and we’ll show you,” Mason explained.


     Mason and Kurz had left her alone while she got ready, exchanging the clothes she had been wearing for new ones, though their condition varied greatly. As she was getting dressed again, she caught sight of her own wrists, and another memory fragment of the night before burned its way into her mind. This one however, wasn’t as pleasant as the previous one, it was of the energy chains that had formed around her wrists. It ignited a burning pain that wrapped itself in a coil. She had wanted to ask about how they all survived that encounter, she could recall the faint image of herself defeated, her strength failing her. Yet waking up in a town that had clearly not been destroyed, gave her the impression that things had taken a different turn, but there was an asterix on that, one that gave her pause. The pain she was feeling in her wrists seemed connected to another feeling in her head, this one being a dull ache that lingered in the recesses of her mind. Had she done something to seal their victory? If that was the case, then why hadn’t they said anything about it? Why hadn’t they been boasting about the incredible feats she’d undertaken to allow them to continue living. Was she grateful she was alive? Of course, but she also had no control over what happened. A power like that was not reliable. Thinking about it more, she wondered if there was a link between it and that voice she heard in her head. No sooner had she thought that, there was a distant laughter echoing around, causing her to shudder.


     She looked into the mirror and saw a faint image of a mask over her face, but it disappeared when she blinked. She grabbed the sides of it and held it tight, wanting to see if any answers were forthcoming from it. All she saw now was her own frantic face. She turned away, and headed to the window. It looked like Kurz and Mason had brought her back to the same building as before, overlooking the town. She doubted that any of the answers she sought were anywhere here.

     A knock at the door postponed anything else.

     “Yes?” Rose asked.

     “It’s just me,” Neal said, poking his head round the door. “Kurz mentioned that you were awake.” The old man looked relieved.

     “Yeah…” Rose replied, her voice trailing off. “Was there…Was there something you wanted?”

     “All I wanted was to make sure you were okay. It's been a wild few days hasn't it. To think that so much could happen in such a short amount of time. We all owe you our thanks.” Neal was still standing by the door, not wanting to intrude on Rose's personal space. “It looks like our meeting was fated,” he added somberly.

     Rose took in all that he had said but didn't know how she was supposed to reply. Even the simple question of if she was okay had become complicated. Physically, aside from a few bumps and scraps, she was fine. She was well enough to move around without any noticeable impairments. Mentally speaking however, she was more of a mess. The precious few memories she had recovered were balanced on the ones that had gone missing from the night before. Then there was the sword, she'd seen enough glimpses of it in her head to know it was important. It'd been grabbing the sword that Mason had given her that caused a stir in the first place, so if she was to find this other weapon, one that she felt was hers, it might unlock more memories. However, she knew that she wouldn’t find the sword here, not in this town. She didn’t know how to tell Neal that though. Their lives had been thrown together, almost literally, and he had taken her in, and sheltered her. She couldn’t ask him to do anything else, he’d done enough.

     Neal saw the look on her face, as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

     “It’s okay, you can take your time. Knowing you’re okay is good enough for me. You’ve done tremendous good here and there’s something important you should see, though I guess Kurz and Mason want to show that…I was surprised!” Neal laughed.

     “You were surprised? What is it that they want to show me?” Rose asked.

     “It’ll be best if you saw it for yourself. I’ll be downstairs with them when you’re ready.” With that, Neal left.

     Alone again, Rose was bewildered about what the surprise could be, offering a momentarily uplift to her mood, before she realised that she’d have to tell the others about her decision, unknowing what they’d say about it. By all accounts, they didn’t have the rights to interfere with her choice, especially since they had only known each other for a couple of days at best, but in that time though, a lot had happened, and a lot of bonds had been forged under that pressure. She may not have had to say anything, but she figured it was best. She went to the window again and gazed out, wondering if the chaotic sky was a mirror for herself right now, and if the other her, the person she used to be, would have done anything differently. Of course, she was never going to get an answer to that. With nothing else that needed doing, she took a last glance around the room, picked up the jacket she had chosen from the clothes offered by Kurz, and then left the room.


     Downstairs, Rose found Neal, Kurz and Mason waiting. She was amused that each one was in a pose that she thought fitted their personalities quite well. Neal sat waiting patiently, his hands resting on a walking stick, his eyes closed in quiet concentration. Kurz stood leaning against a wall, his arms folded, though she did see a flutter of movement from his eyes as she was coming down the stairs, her arrival not going unnoticed. Mason was pacing, his mouth going like he was reciting something silently.

     “I’m ready,” she announced, causing everyone to turn to her. “What is this thing you wanted to show me?”

     “Mi’lady, my sweet angel, to see you moving again is one of life’s pleasures,” Mason said softly.

     “Yes, Rose, he has been rehearsing that since the end of the ordeal,” Kurz interrupted at the end.

     “Well, at least I’m trying to be cultured!”

     “That’s not how I’d describe your poetry attempts. I’d say it’s more akin to torture. Besides, I don’t think that’s really the first thing she needs once she’s woken up, you know?” Kurz pushed himself off the wall, and patted Mason on the back. “Besides, I think she needs to see them now, not after more attempts at bad poetry from you.”

     “I thought it was quite nice actually,” Rose said, giving a little smile, one that immediately melted Mason’s heart.

     “T-Thank you! All the best words I can think of pale next to you!”

     “You do realise she’s just being nice, don’t you? I don’t think it’s even possible for her to say anything bad,” Kurz commented.

     “It means she knows how to handle people better than either of you,” Neal laughed, catching the ire of both Kurz and Mason.

     “I know how to handle people just fine, thanks!” Kurz snapped back.

     “Well, actually I can’t say anything about that…” Mason mumbled, looking ashamed for a moment.

     “Oh, you’re all here now?” Si said as he poked his head through the door. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting? I’m a busy person now! My time is valuable.” He stuck out his chest, with a cheesy smile plastered on his face.

     “Need I remind you that you’re riding on what we did?” Kurz pointed out. “So, unless you want us to tell everyone exactly what your role in the events really was, I’d suggest you pipe down.”

     “Don’t do that! Look, all I did was said that I was really good friends with everyone that saved the town, and that I may, MAY, have orchestrated the events that led to victory. Everything else that’s happened is on the other people,” Si tried to defend himself, but all aside from Rose, were unmoved by what he was saying.

     “Okay…Can we just get going and then I can get out of your hair, you can get out of mine?” Si bargained.

     “We were going to do that anyway?” Kurz told him, in no uncertain terms.

     “Good…then. Follow me, we’ve set them up with some food that isn’t people and it seems to be working, I mean, no one is dead yet,” Si gestured for everyone to follow him and they did.


     The walk was brisk, and Rose noted that the atmosphere around the town had changed, there was a lot of tension when the Heaven’s Rod failed, and it didn’t dissipate at all during any of the attacks that followed. Now, the burden had lifted, and despite the sky still looking oppressive, that mood was nowhere to be found. Feeling more at ease, her smile came naturally. While some people were out, and greeting the group with cheers, it seemed that the majority of them were up ahead.

     “You’re going to love this, Rose,” Kurz told her, and despite his normally stoic nature, he too was smiling.

     Rose quickly discovered what he meant, as she saw three similar sights. There were the two monsters that had come to her aid, the T-rex-like beast and the one that resembled a giant spider, and hugging each of them in turn, was the little girl, Cecily. She had gathered up some of her friends and had shown them that despite appearances, the creatures now seemed docile.

     The crowd parted as Rose and her group became noticed, allowing her to get right up close with her monstrous allies. The monsters looked at her, and the spider-like one seemed to bow down to her, while the T-rex one stepped forward to nuzzle her head. It was clear that they were in deference to her. In a manner known to no one, not even herself, Rose had tamed these creatures, even limiting the effect the Phantom Dawn had on them, even with as the baleful light glared down on them.

     “We thought they’d run off, after that last fight. But they didn’t, in fact, we didn’t even think they were going to let us carry you off at first,” Mason explained.

     “They’ve also protected the town again while you were unconscious, as some thankfully smaller creatures tried to attack, but these two fended them off easily. Seems like you’ve given the town two extra protectors till they’ve got all the Heaven’s Rod back in order,” Kurz took his turn in detailing the situation, much to Rose’s surprise.

     Reaching out to stroke the T-Rex creature, she felt that this added more weight to her decision to leave, she wasn’t leaving the town defenceless, no, she’d given them a unique gift, just as they, in turn, had given her one.

     “Rose? Are…Are you crying?” Neal asked softly, stepping up next to her, though trying not to get too close to the monster, despite how friendly it was looking.

     “Am I?” Rose put her hand to her face, and wiped away a few tears that were glistening. Upon seeing that she really was crying, she stopped to figure out why. “I don’t feel upset,” she reasoned.

     “Then they’re tears of happiness, and it is a sight to see,” Neal said, as he felt tears starting to form at the corners of his own eyes.

     Not knowing what to do next, Rose did what she felt the urge to do, and she hugged Neal, putting him in a state of shock.

     “Thank you,” she whispered to him. “Thank you for finding me.”

     “It’s okay, my child. It’s okay. Perhaps, it was you who found me, and them,” Neal gestured to Kurz and Mason, who was only slightly jealous that the old man got a hug before he did.

     “Can’t argue that,” Mason agreed, shoving his jealousy aside. “If you hadn’t shown up, I would still be under Finch’s thumb, always one step away from choosing a better path.”

     “Hey, I was the one who beat you up, remember!” Kurz interjected.

     “Yeah, but she did it first! That aside, don’t you have something to say to her?”

     “I…” Kurz turned to face Rose, and all his conflicted feelings came forward. “I suppose if you hadn’t come here, life would have been normal but unchanging. In a matter of days, you upended everything pretty much.”

     “Is that a compliment?” Rose asked, a sly smile starting to show.

     “I’ve spent too long around him these past few days,” Mason interrupted. “That is the best you’re going to get!”

     “I’m not very good with my words, okay? I’m glad you’re here, okay? Is it better to put it that way?” Kurz snapped back.

     “Thank you all,” Rose said, trying to keep the peace. “I may not know who I am still, but this moment, this is one I’ll remember.” 

     She knew she would have to tell them her choice, but for now, she let them all bask in their hard fought victory, and let the townspeople enjoy their peace…

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Epilogue

Now all that's left is the epilogue! I hope you join me for that...

Till next time,

Keep on writing

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