A long time ago, Aaron Acevedo and I joined our journeys through the business of making games together. When I met him, he was a solid and very creative writer. Neither of us had any idea he was to become one of the most respected artists/art directors in this industry. Damn, I am proud of him!
Now look what he’s done – married superheroes and Cthulian-flavored eldritch horror through fiction and art in a way that will blow your minds. A roster of the best writers and artists in our hobby, folks – truly an all-star cast.
(And I can speak with some authority on the fact that this is just the beginning, and a certain Evil Beagle may be involved as the journey continues…)
Mighty heroes battle Lovecraftian horrors! Eight illustrated short stories and an epic 24-page color comic finale in one print volume.
STRANGE ARCANA: The Stars Are Right is a mind-bending collection of eldritch horror stories set in a weird, dangerous universe, where superheroes must face immensely powerful ancient beings, crazed doomsday cultists, and a dark secret they all share.
STRANGE ARCANA: The Stars Are Right is an 6.75 x 10.25 inch, 128-page, color volume with a collection of eight original illustrated short stories and an epic 24-page comic finale.
Bonus materials include ebooks, a 54-card playing deck, a tee shirt, custom character illustrations from our award-winning art team, custom short prose stories by author Darren Pearce (Dr. Who, Lone Wolf), art prints suitable for framing, and more.
Our contributors have won a wide range of awards for their previous work, including Hugo, ENnie, and Origins Awards.
You see the world in four colors— bright, primary comets that streak across the sky. They fling themselves at one another, punching with the force of a wrecking ball and blasting at each other with beams hot enough to turn sand into glass. These heroes, in their capes and their power armor, are beacons of light, no doubt. But everyone forgets that light casts shadows. I see into those shadows. I see the things that skulk in the darkness, waiting for a chance to pounce, while everyone is blinded by the light show. I know what the nightmares are, but what’s more is that I know who—no, what— the dreamers are that make the nightmares. What I have to tell you, you are not going to want to hear. You are not going to want to know what I know and you sure as hell are not going to want to see what I’ve seen. Here’s your chance to change your mind, to turn back toward the light and leave the shadows at your back. You can stay in your four colored world. I wouldn’t blame you. If I knew then what I know now, I might have done the same, but I can’t go back and neither can you once you step into the darkness with us. So? What are you going to do—keep punching badly dressed men with stupid nicknames, or face the real threat?