[If you read the first blog, you might think this is a bit of a rehash .... it's not, trust me. If you remember the blog from January very well, skip to the break. ]
At the start of the year, I noted that constant readers of this blog will have noticed several posts that link back to the Masks blog. It's all over the place. My story "God Hates ... Superman?" is actually stolen from her original blog title of the same name. It appeared in “So, you want to be a writer?” and Disasters to Marvel At: A Comic Discussion, and others.
Madam Hendershot inspired Writer's Rules For Villains; and The Masks Blog beat up on Fred Phelps before this blog did.
Masks also made a brief appearance in one of the first stories on this page, Boys of the Old Brigade.
Now, what the hell is Masks?
Masks is a novel series written by Rebekah Hendershot, who has been a friend of this blog and its supporting pages since day one. Seriously, she provided the first comment on the entire blog.
Masks is, essentially, what would happen if you had someone who wanted to seriously write an original novel about superheroes. She's it. Unlike some novels, like Soon, I Will Be Invincible, or other novelists who spend more time making fun of the genre than actually enjoying it, Rebekah is having fun with it. Imagine if Jim Butcher wanted to write an original comic book, you get Masks.
Masks also tries to make superheroes "real"-- step one, NO SPANDEX.
It's a book written for those people who want something more edifying than Twilight, and without a retarded fanbase... Rebekah is far too polite to beat up on Twitards. Obviously, I don't have that problem.
Her premise: Something killed off the superheroes of Los Angeles. And it's still there. Cue Dracula theme.
Now, the only thing standing between the civilians of LA and supervillains is .... a sixteen-year-old girl with a snark function permanently set to "kill," Rae Masterson, a girl so smart, she can take college courses while still in high school, and still has time for a little sideline at night as Peregrine.
In the opening, we see Rae foiling a robbery by her regular nemesis Captain Catastrophe. There's a reason for that, he's a bit of a loser .... a loser who invests in death rays. Taking him out is no problem, but getting into the costume might be.
And then, after the villain is nicely tied up into a little bow ... Rae hears a horse. In the middle of LA. It's the Black Mask, a cowboy grim reaper who appears whenever superheroes in LA disappear or simply die. The villain runs back into the store he just robbed so he can hide. When Rae herself hides, she's a witness to a crime -- a superkid who is kidnapped right in front of her.
And then the fun starts .....
How do I know this?
Because chapter one is online. She's posting the entire book.
Yup, the whole book. Online. It's an idea I'm considering myself. It might make my life easier.
In future chapters, you get to meet a screwed up Tim Drake meets Winter Soldier, a lycanthropic feline, the super-kids training program, a werewolf, and the return of the demonic cowboy. And his horse.
Over the last year or so, she has supported gamers, comic books, and Young Adult fiction that men can read (YA fiction that isn't Twilight.)
When you check out her blog ... and what are you still doing here reading mine? .... you might notice some common themes between her blog and this one. A lot of writers are similiarly warped. We're weird that way.
One day, Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden will come up against a mad scientist, and it'll look a lot a Masks novel. Or, Butcher, or even Laurell K. Hamilton, will try to write something that is a solid mystery, and it may be as good as the Agatha Christie-like Zephyr Street.
All in all, it's a fun ride. If you have the time, you might want to get on. And buckle up.
At the start of the year, I noted that constant readers of this blog will have noticed several posts that link back to the Masks blog. It's all over the place. My story "God Hates ... Superman?" is actually stolen from her original blog title of the same name. It appeared in “So, you want to be a writer?” and Disasters to Marvel At: A Comic Discussion, and others.
Madam Hendershot inspired Writer's Rules For Villains; and The Masks Blog beat up on Fred Phelps before this blog did.
Masks also made a brief appearance in one of the first stories on this page, Boys of the Old Brigade.
Now, what the hell is Masks?
Masks is a novel series written by Rebekah Hendershot, who has been a friend of this blog and its supporting pages since day one. Seriously, she provided the first comment on the entire blog.
Masks is, essentially, what would happen if you had someone who wanted to seriously write an original novel about superheroes. She's it. Unlike some novels, like Soon, I Will Be Invincible, or other novelists who spend more time making fun of the genre than actually enjoying it, Rebekah is having fun with it. Imagine if Jim Butcher wanted to write an original comic book, you get Masks.
Masks also tries to make superheroes "real"-- step one, NO SPANDEX.
It's a book written for those people who want something more edifying than Twilight, and without a retarded fanbase... Rebekah is far too polite to beat up on Twitards. Obviously, I don't have that problem.
Her premise: Something killed off the superheroes of Los Angeles. And it's still there. Cue Dracula theme.
Now, the only thing standing between the civilians of LA and supervillains is .... a sixteen-year-old girl with a snark function permanently set to "kill," Rae Masterson, a girl so smart, she can take college courses while still in high school, and still has time for a little sideline at night as Peregrine.
In the opening, we see Rae foiling a robbery by her regular nemesis Captain Catastrophe. There's a reason for that, he's a bit of a loser .... a loser who invests in death rays. Taking him out is no problem, but getting into the costume might be.
And then, after the villain is nicely tied up into a little bow ... Rae hears a horse. In the middle of LA. It's the Black Mask, a cowboy grim reaper who appears whenever superheroes in LA disappear or simply die. The villain runs back into the store he just robbed so he can hide. When Rae herself hides, she's a witness to a crime -- a superkid who is kidnapped right in front of her.
And then the fun starts .....
How do I know this?
Because chapter one is online. She's posting the entire book.
Yup, the whole book. Online. It's an idea I'm considering myself. It might make my life easier.
In future chapters, you get to meet a screwed up Tim Drake meets Winter Soldier, a lycanthropic feline, the super-kids training program, a werewolf, and the return of the demonic cowboy. And his horse.
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When you check out her blog ... and what are you still doing here reading mine? .... you might notice some common themes between her blog and this one. A lot of writers are similiarly warped. We're weird that way.
One day, Jim Butcher's Harry Dresden will come up against a mad scientist, and it'll look a lot a Masks novel. Or, Butcher, or even Laurell K. Hamilton, will try to write something that is a solid mystery, and it may be as good as the Agatha Christie-like Zephyr Street.
All in all, it's a fun ride. If you have the time, you might want to get on. And buckle up.
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