Thistle is a masked mage with a mysterious power, an enigmatic past, and, of course, the great burden of Destiny on her shoulders.
She’s chased out of every town with torches and pitchforks when the locals see her face, and is eagerly sought after by a great and terrible figure who defines most of her dark thoughts towards herself. In desperation, she briefly joins up with a small band of Mercenaries, but finds herself swept up in and caught off guard by their loyalty and acceptance.
Who (or what) is Thistle? Where did she come from? Will these unruly, uncultured, rough-around-the-edge fighters be the ones to help Thistle realize her sense of self-worth in time to stop the shadows of her past from overwhelming and consuming the world?
Trigger Elliot is a bounty hunter who travels around the galaxy with his not-so-fully-licensed-and-technically-illegal-hunting-partner Vahn Gavotte. They’re lousy at what they do and often resort to petty tactics just to get a bounty, this is their life.
Their home planet, June 7, is a world rebuilding itself from an inexplicable catastrophic phenomenon that destroyed 75% of the planet’s surface. It has been 5 years since the destruction of June 7 and the planet now thrives on the transient and growing population of bounty hunters. Trigger and Vahn’s routine changes when a ambiguous huge bounty surfaces; an alleged bounty hunter killer named the ‘ghost’ with frightening abilities and an unknown motive. When Trigger’s past catches up with him, there begins a strain on his and Vahns hunting dynamic, forcing them to become further involved in chasing the elusive and unpredictable ghost.
Malaya Walters was bitten by a werewolf as a child. After being raised by her human family, she faces the chance to learn what being a werewolf is really like as an adult.
Lysander lacks direction in his life… though he seems to be the only one who doesn’t mind. He’s content to live rent-free under his sister’s roof, get high, watch monster movies, and canoodle with Simon, the new neighbour who moved in a few months ago.
When Lys is attacked one night by a strange intruder in his kitchen, it’s soft, quiet Simon who comes to his aid. In the process, he exposes Lys to a deadly secret:
Monsters are real, and they’re tired of living humanity’s shadow.
Godslave is about a girl thrown into the drama and danger of modern day Egyptian Mythology!
The story follows Edith after breaking a canopic jar open and finding-- an animal inside?? That's alive??? Even crazier, the animal claims to be Anubis and tasks her with retrieving his missing 8 Ba to return him back to his true form. She fights the monsters protecting his ba, and the rest of his divine family drama.
When Wayne reveals her current mission, Shep decides it’s time to put an end to some unfinished business. Leaving behind her beloved flock, she departs on a journey with her rival to the witches’ guild.
When Hawk's brother Emry is killed and his half-sister Liya stolen away by otherworldly soldiers, Hawk is determined to find the only family he has left, no matter what it takes...even if that means crossing a country that wants creatures like him snuffed out.
Liya, meanwhile, finds herself alone on another planet populated by monsters. Full of grief over her lost brothers and anger at the enemy now surrounding her, she struggles to understand this new world she's been forced to take part in--and slowly begins to realize that all the things she thought she knew about it were wrong.
StarHammer is the story of a teen who inherits a powerful alien artifact and proceeds to make a series of increasingly poor decisions.
Goma, a wayward Orcish soldier, finds herself in Fairmeadow, a commune of pacifists deep in the Cascadian wilderness. Isolation has allowed the commune to thrive in the shadow of a century-long war, but Goma’s arrival brings troubling reminders of the world outside to those who have settled there in search of respite. Fairmeadow’s enigmatic leader, Sanctuary, finds his utopian vision challenged as he struggles to keep the peace. Their self-sufficiency exists on thin margins - margins that threaten to break if Goma cannot learn to live alongside those who she has sworn to fight.
Fairmeadow is a post-epic fantasy drama inspired by the counter-cultural movements of the late 60’s, the landscapes of the Pacific Northwest, and tabletop RPG’s. It’s about the collision of idealism against pragmatism, reckoning with the consequences of dropping out, and trying to make its readers want to go on a hike.
Phantomarine is a spooky-but-sweet fantasy webcomic about a ghostly princess and her perilous journey across a haunted sea, hoping to save her soul from a devious, shapeshifting death god known as the Red Tide King.
Expect all manner of maritime mysteries – monstrous sea creatures, sacred lighthouses, strange afflictions, accursed marauders, feuding gods, grand sea battles, and a heaping helping of humor in-between!
Reluctantly Hawk rolled, raising a wing against the morning light falling down through the alleyway at him. He looked up, squinting, to find two men in uniforms standing above him.
They were wearing all blue, with guns belted to their sides, and badges glinting from their chests. One was stringy and pale, with a mean, sharp face and gingery hair; the other was heavyseat and darker skinned, completely bald but sporting a thick iron-gray mustasche. They glared down at him. Hawk swore inwardly.
"Sign says 'no dumping,' freak," the skinnier of the two said snidely. "So why's there a pile 'a trash here?"
"On your feet," the other man said, "Let's see your registration card."
Across the street, against a lamp post, another man stood. He was the only one watching raptly; people passed by without noticing the green patrol car sitting on the curb across the way, or the officers confronting Hawk, who stood against a wall.
The man took a sip of something not entirely unlike Coca-Cola, and waited.
"I don't have one," Hawk said after a minute.
"Ha! Here illegally, huh?" the skinnier officer snapped eagerly. Hawk glared down at them--he was nearly a foot taller than either of the officers.
"No, I ain't," he retorted, "my name's Hawk Press. I'm from Violetta."
The officers exchanged a look.