Diablo Canyon

Welcome to Diablo Canyon, Arizona. Two hundred and fifty-five feet deep and blistering hot. During the summer of 1881 the Pacific and Atlantic Railroads ran out of financing and the rail crews holed up at Two Gun, a small town about 2 1/2 miles away, waiting for work to resume.

Two Gun was a shack town with two lines of buildings facing each other on the way to the yellow-painted depot, and it was full of too many people with too much time on their hands. Murder was a regular occurrence, and newcomers were frequently mugged and robbed for everything that they owned.

Eventually work resumed on the rail and the fantastic trestle that you see above was constructed. However, there were sinister forces working behind the completion of this railroad, which was in fact a conduit formed along mystical ley lines to gather dark energies.




How Lone Crow, renowned Native American gunslinger and erstwhile investigator for Miskatonic University, stumbled into this conspiracy is told in the pages of the Pulpwork Press How the West was Weird anthology--more specifically in Wyrm Over Diablo.

You'll also find some other interesting tales of the wild, weird west which your teacher didn't dare tell you about when you were in school.

First Weird Review

The first review of How the West was Weird is out and you can check out Mike Exner's thoughts on the first three tales at his blog. I have a vested interest in his review since a story I wrote, Wyrm Over Diablo, is one of those first three stories. So click on over and check it out.

Cover Story

If you've been following my blog you might already be aware of Pulpwork Press's second release for 2010, How the West was Weird. And you might also be aware that I have a story in it called Wyrm Over Diablo.

However, you might not be aware of the process of creating and choosing cover art. So head on over to cover artist Jim Rugg's sketch pad/blog and peruse a few of his sketches and alternative ideas that are just now seeing the light of day.

Oh, and you can pick up a copy of How the West was Weird on Amazon or at the PulpworkPress website.

Shattered Illusions

My wife makes a mean Mongolian Beef dish, and it so happens that she was whipping up some of her Mongolian Beef magic when we had a pair of sister missionaries over for dinner (and I don't mean that in a cannibalistic sense).

Coincidentally, one of these sister missionaries was from the far flung land of Mongolia. I couldn't resist asking her if she was familiar with the dish.

She was very emphatic that she had never tasted anything like it in her homeland. This left two possibilities 1) either I needed to readjust my world vision to accept the idea that Mongolian Beef really has nothing to do with Mongolia or 2) That sister missionary was an imposter.

After much consideration I was about to sensibly settle on the second option, but I told this story to an acquaintance to ask her opinion and she informed me of a friend of hers who was also from Mongolia. It seems this friend was at a Chinese Restaurant and was curious enough about the Mongolian Beef to order it. After it came she immediately jumped to her feet and began chewing out the waitress for daring to malign her country by serving such a dish.

Fortunately, the sister missionary who visited our house was very polite about our slight on her country's culinary prowess. She ate every single bite and even thanked us for it. Though my illusions have been shattered and it turns out that all this time I've been eating faux Mongolian Beef...I've discovered that I don't care if it's real or fake--I still love eating it.

The next thing you know, I'll discover that French Fries aren't really French.

Martian Audio

I have no copyright on Mars-related fiction and Joshua Reynolds has turned out a great story entitled The Strange Affair of the Martian Engine. This story features the lovely, ubiquitous, daring and sometimes morally ambiguous Countess Felluci. Yes, the same Countess Felluci that appeared in Josh's The Strange Affair of the Artisan's Heart.

It so happens that Rachel Beveridge of Cossmass Productions has done a reading of The Strange Affair of the Martian Engine and it makes for great listening. So if you've got a high speed connection and a few moments head over to Cossmass Productions and start downloading. It's free!

Dire Planet Compendium: Farona's Girth

"Farona's Girth"- Farona is a legendary Muvari warrior of both incredible battle prowess and incredible girth and over the centuries the term "Farona's Girth" has fallen into common Muvari usage as a mild epithet or exclamation. There are historical incidents of serious oaths that have been sworn "By Farona's Girth", most notably Elri Shancumar who swore by "Farona's Girth" that she would not lie again with her husband until a looting band of exiles was driven from the land. Elri's husband took this oath so seriously that, in violation of Muvari custom, he strapped on a sword blade and single-handedly routed the exile bandits.

Farona is one of the trio of warriors-- that included Thavunye of the Spear from the Rathuri Tribe and Ardahla of the Munothi Tribe-- who fought valiantly against overwhelming odds beneath the shadow of Golem Rock and drove back the Brecknar armies who had formed a league with the spiderous sinthral.

Some legends say that three warriors swore a pact that united their tribes for all time but the symbol of this pact has been lost and the oath largely forgotten--each of the tribes becoming independent and isolated from each other.

Copyright 2010 by Joel Jenkins. All Rights Reserved.

The Winner is...

Take a gander at Jair Trevino's newly-revised version of The Blood Vault artwork that will be appearing on the Blood Vault chapbook which will be released this coming May. This chapbook will contain the complete short story, The Blood Vault, and various samples of other released and soon to be released novels.

Thanks to all who made name suggestions for my new blog feature which will feature footnote-style entries relating to the denizens, people, customs, culture, and etymology of the Dire Planet. There were some great sounding suggestions like Dire Planetology, and Dire Planetarium that I didn't go with because the meanings weren't quite right. However, I've settled on The Dire Planet Compendium which Triton suggested. Somehow, it seems appropriate that someone named after a planetary body made the winning suggestion.

Noel Tuazon has sent me some wonderful artwork, so I'll post the first installment of The Dire Planet Compendium later this week.

Hunter and Triton, I do appreciate your participation in my impromptu contest. Shoot me an email, that contains your mailing address, at Joel dot Jenkins at Gmail dot com and once The Blood Vault chapbook is released I'll mail each of you a signed copy.