Hi gang!
The current Heathen City team has been slaving away for months to bring y'all the next volume this summer, and we're going to be showing some more cool stuff right soon. I've learned a lot from the production of, and responses to, the first and second book and this next one builds on the strengths of both.
Most recently it occurred to me that the book as a whole became a lot tighter if I cut a few pages from Ayato's segment and saved those for the next book, as that kept the focus firmly on the core characters and thematic throughline without distracting with other plotlines that wouldn't be resolved until the next volume anyway, when a curious realization dawned on me.
HC3 has almost no sex whatsoever. And what sex there is, is proper Sin City style film noir stuff. And it's straight, and short, and not at all intended to be arousing.
How did that happen?!
How am I gonna get people to buy this if all I have to offer is a set of contrasting but intertwining stories of betrayal, filicide and Oedipal reconciliation that chronicle the aftermath of the events on the Corinthia?
How are people going to respond to a vast cast of characters that include scary twins called Merry & Pippin, a paramilitary wolf bitch who knows how to take charge of a situation, a detective with a brutally old-fashioned, hands-on interrogation style, and a set of corporate mogul types who've either been brainwashed into making truly insane sacrifices for some higher purpose -- or know something we don't?
I mean, look at that sliver of the new cover art I've just included. There's not even a hint of a dick in it! Just a faded, crumpled photograph and some dumb molecular formula knifed into a table-top.
People, I need your help! I ask you: does HC have a future without porn?
- Alex