The Slipping day-Clouds overhead: BASTARDS OF THE INFINITE #4
After no sign of anticipation, Matador Sequential has released part 4 of Bastards of The Infinite. In our first full color issue, the bastards meet the dazzling possible figment of everyone’s imagination in a live, talking Unicorn vision. Joseph and I had this one resting in the bowels of non-production for months and months, but she’s finally alive and her silver-sonic heart muscle thumps rhythms to our sleep walking adventures. Please give it a read and let us know what you think. It’s time for large slabs of hanging cold beef. You take your fist, crumbling your fingers to the size of a stone and throw into it everything you’ve got. A title shot is just around the bend.
Go for broke!
script by K. Hartrumart by J. Tenneyletters by Daniel Herbertson
Wet your whistle by reading a short prologue to bastards of the infinite #4 as the Unicorn makes a garden visit in the comfortable hours of the afternoon.
Love, K
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Heaven last.
The Garden
The large, white horse wearing a single gold-dusted spiral in the middle of his forehead walked happily through his garden of roses and tomato plants in hopes of plucking one of the maturing fruits for eating. It was sunny. The light came down from the afternoon sky in such a way that it did not hurt his eyes. A warm breeze gently pushed the plants. Insects flew in great swirling trajectories.
While inhaling the redolent odor of the blossoms, Unicorn saw a long black scorpion resting immobile on the flesh like petal of a rather healthy looking rosebud. The Unicorn leaned over the tiny thing, its black-knight armor showing the bending reflections of green from the surrounding foliage. It was basking. The scorpion raised its heavy tail, suspicious. A gunshot echoed in the distance, overtaking the the chatty movements of the plants around them.
“Who goes there in my garden, brave one?” Unicorn asked.
The Scorpion turned a full circle and opened it’s claws.
“Nothing to say?”
Unicorn delicately nudged the shinning thing onto his hoof and lifted it to his face. He could smell the lingering sweetness from the rose.
“I’m waiting for you to do something, you know? I’m in need of a battle.”
The scorpion leaped with sudden ferocity down to the ground and scurried off beneath the horse’s view. He exhaled deeply, his thick lips flapping from the intensity.
The flower-stems were very thin. Unicorn pictured lustful pollinators sliding oiled wings along the soft blossoms and then down the erect stigmas to the delicate female parts.
He turned towards the old house and started back to meet them. They were sleeping. They’d be that way for a good while.
“You got a real friend here…and don’t you forget it!” He yelled to the scorpion.
Feeling guilty at having lost his composure, the Unicorn grabbed an unripe tomato from the bush and drove his long, lemon-color teeth through the skin, red bits of fruit and juice spraying out to meet the sun and onto the dirt in front of him.