From left to right, the image shows Glycerin as she starts out in a sort of sad clown neo-mod scheme, grows into a dark brutal look, then reboots in bright retro themes. I sometimes say the series is actually about Tsika and Glycerin with the others (including Blar) as catalysts. If I picked a single protagonist, it might be Glycerin and her labyrinth journey between light and darkness. The six foot tall lanky creature that Kpau calls "her favorite space alien" is complicated in ways even her closest friend Tsika does not realize as the series begins.
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13 August 2015
WE HAVE KPAU! ATTENTION!
The shoot for Kpau is in post-proc but I put together a couple of teaser images. Here's one.
My model for Tsika and I are trying to work out a schedule for the next shoot where we will get to see "brutal metal Tsika" rather like the metal Glycerin on the cover of Go Go Godzilla of the Rocket Science series.
Snippet from volume 4. It's easier to spoil the comedy moments without screwing up the storyline.
Blar peered over his sunglasses at the darkening road. The highway lighting was off on break it seemed. Kpau slouched in the passenger seat snoring like an erratic kazoo. Tsika and Glycerin were quietly curled up sleeping in the van's bench seat behind them.
Just as Blar began to think it was time to un-equip his sunglasses, Kpau's phone began buzzing the theme to an old television series called "Rawhide". She stirred, punched it off and sat up to peer around.
Grinning idiotically, she put her sunglasses on then assumed a serious deadpan face.
"It's one hundred and six miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of weed, it's dark... and we're wearing sunglasses."
Blar glanced at the odometer, then made a face. "You spent days figuring that out and messed with our schedule just enough to make that happen, didn't you?"
"You could be rich with the kinds of skills you keep bubbling up at me, but--"
"Nah, I'd rather be with you guys."
"Well, it's one hundred and five miles to Chicago now and yes, you can have pizza every meal if you want when we get there."