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The short Hellboy stories far surpass the longer, epic attempts -- though I think my favourite is still the first ten or so pages of The Island wherein HB washes up on a gothic shore, stumbles around, and has rum with the haunted skeletons of dead sailors. Not the entire two parts of the story, just those pages. Creepy and gothic and unfinished like that.
I managed to fire up and post the second installment of my current writing project today, which owes some small inspiration to Mignola's Bureau, I suppose. |
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