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The Threefold Death

Chapter 1 and 2.5

Chapter One – The Grotto

It was early morning on Big Finn Island, and the first fiery sliver of sun had just peeked above on the horizon. Its golden first light glowed upon a large brass bell which had been hanging in the brick tower of Finn Island Lodge for over two hundred years.

Beneath the bell was perched a large owl, its pin-sharp talons grasping the round iron hand-rail that surrounded the belfry. With wide, unblinking eyes the bird surveilled the expansive green lawns below, head swiveling. There was a small smear of red, red blood around its beak, for the night’s hunting had been a success. Belly full, sun rising, the predator’s night shift was over. Talons released the rail as the bird leaned slightly forward and spread its wings. As it cleared the tall bell-tower, its eyes were instinctually attracted to motion at its base, and while it had no words in its brain that said “woman and dog”, it recognized them as not prey, and flew silently away towards a cool burrow in a tree, where there were young to feed and sleep to be had.

The woman, Diva Charleson, didn’t see the owl of course, because she’d been picking a running playlist on her phone. She started the music and slipped the phone into the waistband pocket of her athleisure leggings, and then Diva bent over and unclipped her beagle, Maui. The two of them set off across the grass side by side, leaving wet tracks in the dew as they headed towards the Grotto.
Yesterday, Jack at the front desk had told Diva that the best running trail on the property (in his opinion) began there. Diva had read the little blurb on the visitor map he’d given her that described the spot: an old stone monument, a place of prayer, that was built long ago after the view from the spot inspired the establishment of the entire castle-like complex that was now the Lodge.
Maui was as excited as ever about some off-leash time, and was running full-speed circles around Diva as they ran across the grass, stopping only when interrupted by a whatever smell would momentarily get his attention. When the duo arrived at the edge of the forest, they were met with a waist-high split-rail fence, upon which Diva saw a sign. The Grotto it began, before listing off the same information she had read on the visitor map. Please, no dogs. Through the trees and ferns Diva could see a strange building. It was sort of square, with a four-sided, pyramid-shaped roof which was covered in moss. The walls and roof looked to be made of thousands of roundish stones, most no bigger than a man’s fist.
Diva looked back towards the Lodge. There was no one around, so she proceeded through the gap in the fence, disregarding the request from the sign about no dogs. She was only running through after all, no harm done. As she came closer to the structure, it became apparent that it was the back of it she’d been looking at. There was a small, clear pavilion in what would be the front, like a sunken living room. A flagstone pathway led around both sides of it, and she took the closer route, on the left. Maui, good dog that he was, followed close behind.
The stone path sank into the ground and turned into steps, before turning to the right. Maui squeezed past Diva’s legs and ran on ahead, as he often did. Then he barked in a serious tone that Diva had never heard before. It was a big boy bark.
Rounding the corner, she entered the pavilion and faced the hollow, covered area that was covered by mossy pyramid of stones she’d seen the back of.
Maui stood in a wide-legged defensive stance, and let out another single, gruff bark; a challenge that said Hey you! Move!
There, on a long, waist-high stone altar, lay the unmoving body of a man.
There was white piece of fabric covering the man’s face.
He was a guest of the hotel perhaps, some guy who’d drank too much on the company dime and fallen asleep in the unlikeliest of places.
There was blood, and there was something sticking out of the middle of his chest.
Maui looked back at Diva as she stepped forward to put the leash back on him. It was time to get out of here.
Maui trotted forward towards the obviously dead man, braver now, and sniffed in his direction, then barked again. Diva watched, transfixed. The body didn’t flinch, not even the tiniest bit.
There were thorny vines wrapped tightly around the man’s neck. Maui was licking something on the ground.
Jesus Christ.
“Maui! Come now!” she called, concern and firmness in her voice.
The dog looked back at her, and she beckoned to him with a hand signal. His nose went back to what looked like a pile of puke on the ground.
“Damnit,” Diva whispered to herself as she moved quickly and decisively forward. She saw it was puke on the ground as she swooped the dog up in her arms. She stepped back quickly and then she glanced quickly up at the man on the altar again, only for a second, but closer now. The bloody mess of his torso and neck was worse than a movie. It was real. It was wood that was sticking out of his chest
Diva clipped the leash back onto her dog, then turned and walked back the way she came. Once she was back at the split-rail fence, she pulled her phone from her hip and called 911. Her call was answered after the second ring.
“911, do you need Fire, Police, or Ambulance?”

Chapter Two – Lincoln

To an outside observer, it might have looked like Lincoln was sitting in stasis, waiting for his next case. What he was really doing was meditating, or at least trying to. His therapist had suggested it to him as a way to mitigate certain aspects of his mental make-up, and as a method by which he could more reliably control and soften his responses and reactions in real time. So, he sat comfortably in his nice room, eyes closed, and he calibrated
Lincoln was rotating his attention through all of his sensory inputs minus vision, since his eyes were closed. He could hear the gurgle of the coffeemaker as it pulled the last of the water from its reservoir and dropped it over the grounds, and he could smell the nutty, chocolatey scent of the dark hot liquid in the pot. He could also hear the birds off to his left through the open screened window, chirping and pecking at the feeder, which he had noticed earlier would probably need refilling before the day was through. He could feel the clothing on his skin and his hands on his knees, and the pressure of his legs on each other and on the thin mat beneath him. He could feel his breath, going in and out.
Awareness was the focus of this exercise; environmental, physical, mental. The human body is a sensory machine, and consciousness is its passenger, he’d heard somewhere. He liked the sound of that, even if it did sound like canned social media wisdom. His therapist had told him that meditation would possibly sharpen his already keen senses, along with helping him to deal with the challenges that had led him to seek the practice in the first place.
Noticing his mind had wandered, he inhaled deeply and went back to his breath. Then he heard the gentle ping of an incoming audio call.
“Answer.” He said into the quiet.
A velveteen female voice responded from the desk speaker across the room.
“Good morning Lincoln. Quite sorry to interrupt your meditation, but there’s a DAIS-One contract coming through. It’s in your neighborhood, so you’re up.”
“Acknowledged, Zee. One moment.” Lincoln replied, getting up from his cross-legged position. He’d had enough of meditating anyways.
‘DAIS-one’ was the internal code for a homicide. Murder. King county often contracted these out, as it was only slightly more expensive and if the case didn’t get solved it had no effect on their numbers. Lincoln was incentivized for quick resolution by a pay bonus from DAIS if the case was solved within a week. Quick solves for the county were always touted in the numbers, which meant secure funding, which in a roundabout way meant continued pay for Lincoln. The local politicians may have defunded the police to the point of near-impotence, but polite society still wanted justice for the murdered, which meant it was time to get to work.
Lincoln reached his desk and put on his smart-glasses, which turned on automatically. He put himself in the zone; inhaled, held for three, then exhaled for three.
“Good morning Zeno, go ahead.” He said as he walked to the stovetop.
“Good morning, Agent Strive. There was a 911 call at seven-o-one this morning, placed by a lone woman walking her dog. Dramatic homicide, one known victim, adult male. City patrol has secured the scene, and the forensic team has been alerted. Initial scene photos by patrol are in the case file now.”
“Location?” Lincoln asked Zeno, while pouring a cup of coffee into a mug that read:

if (need_coffee) {
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“The call originated from a location close to you, Finn Island Lodge.”
Lincoln walked casually over to the large sliding door and looked out over the water, taking a first hot sip.
“I’ve heard of it, been meaning to go there, I understand their restaurant is good. No ID on the victim yet?” Lincoln asked, taking another sip of coffee.
“Negative. His face is covered, and patrol hasn’t touched him.”
“Show me the pictures please.”
The first picture was displayed on the inside of his lenses. He blinked to flip through the pics of the approach and surroundings, until he got to the victim. Man on altar, cloth over face, some kind of stone structure around him. The next pic was up close, centered on a stick protruding from the guy’s chest. The next one was of what appeared to be blackberry vines, wrapped around the neck.
“Ouch. Okay, thanks. What’s the forensics team’s ETA?” Lincoln said, as the pictures disappeared from his vision.
“They’ll be arriving in ten minutes.”
“Is the caller still on scene?”
“Negative, but she’s still on property, She’s a guest at the Lodge and is booked for two more nights, with no plans to leave. Patrol took her statement and cut her loose. ”
“I’ll get ready and leave immediately. Thanks Zee.”
“My pleasure, Agent Strive.”

His glasses bleeped a soft tone via the bone-conductive emitters in the temple tips, indicating the call was closed. It was a white lie though, Link knew the call was never really closed. While he wore the glasses, everything he heard, saw, and said was monitored by Zeno. She was his controller, his partner, and if truth be told, his therapist. Zee kept him on the straight-and-narrow, or at least she tried. Lincoln did his part too, because he liked his job and he wanted to get paid. He wanted to blend in and have a life. He was a psychopath, so it was tricky.

He went to his bedroom garage and finished his coffee as he changed. His dad’s old saying popped through his mind, making a small alteration
Spectacles, weapon, wallet-and-watch.
It wasn’t the original version, but he’d not forgotten his testicles yet.

Thinking of his late father, he lowered the glasses on his nose and looked into the scanner on the safe. Once it was open, he looked over his arsenal and chose the beautiful Korth revolver that had been left to him. He hefted the heavy gun in his hand. ‘If eight rounds of .357 couldn’t get the job done, you’d better reload’ his dad had often said. Lincoln donned the matching shoulder holster and threw his smart blazer overtop. He holstered the gun and checked himself in the mirror to confirm everything was in order. He was a handsome man; blue-gray eyes, a tanned, lean face with a nordic jaw, all framed by russet curls over wide, muscular shoulders. He turned to his gun side, checking that it wasn’t printing through his jacket, which it was not.
Pleased with what he saw, he headed to the garage.

The Threefold Death

Chapter 1 and 2.5

Chapter One – The Grotto

It was early morning on Big Finn Island, and the first fiery sliver of sun had just peeked above on the horizon. Its golden first light glowed upon a large brass bell which had been hanging in the brick tower of Finn Island Lodge for over two hundred years.

Beneath the bell was perched a large owl, its pin-sharp talons grasping the round iron hand-rail that surrounded the belfry. With wide, unblinking eyes the bird surveilled the expansive green lawns below, head swiveling. There was a small smear of red, red blood around its beak, for the night’s hunting had been a success. Belly full, sun rising, the predator’s night shift was over. Talons released the rail as the bird leaned slightly forward and spread its wings. As it cleared the tall bell-tower, its eyes were instinctually attracted to motion at its base, and while it had no words in its brain that said “woman and dog”, it recognized them as not prey, and flew silently away towards a cool burrow in a tree, where there were young to feed and sleep to be had.

The woman, Diva Charleson, didn’t see the owl of course, because she’d been picking a running playlist on her phone. She started the music and slipped the phone into the waistband pocket of her athleisure leggings, and then Diva bent over and unclipped her beagle, Maui. The two of them set off across the grass side by side, leaving wet tracks in the dew as they headed towards the Grotto.
Yesterday, Jack at the front desk had told Diva that the best running trail on the property (in his opinion) began there. Diva had read the little blurb on the visitor map he’d given her that described the spot: an old stone monument, a place of prayer, that was built long ago after the view from the spot inspired the establishment of the entire castle-like complex that was now the Lodge.
Maui was as excited as ever about some off-leash time, and was running full-speed circles around Diva as they ran across the grass, stopping only when interrupted by a whatever smell would momentarily get his attention. When the duo arrived at the edge of the forest, they were met with a waist-high split-rail fence, upon which Diva saw a sign. The Grotto it began, before listing off the same information she had read on the visitor map. Please, no dogs. Through the trees and ferns Diva could see a strange building. It was sort of square, with a four-sided, pyramid-shaped roof which was covered in moss. The walls and roof looked to be made of thousands of roundish stones, most no bigger than a man’s fist.
Diva looked back towards the Lodge. There was no one around, so she proceeded through the gap in the fence, disregarding the request from the sign about no dogs. She was only running through after all, no harm done. As she came closer to the structure, it became apparent that it was the back of it she’d been looking at. There was a small, clear pavilion in what would be the front, like a sunken living room. A flagstone pathway led around both sides of it, and she took the closer route, on the left. Maui, good dog that he was, followed close behind.
The stone path sank into the ground and turned into steps, before turning to the right. Maui squeezed past Diva’s legs and ran on ahead, as he often did. Then he barked in a serious tone that Diva had never heard before. It was a big boy bark.
Rounding the corner, she entered the pavilion and faced the hollow, covered area that was covered by mossy pyramid of stones she’d seen the back of.
Maui stood in a wide-legged defensive stance, and let out another single, gruff bark; a challenge that said Hey you! Move!
There, on a long, waist-high stone altar, lay the unmoving body of a man.
There was white piece of fabric covering the man’s face.
He was a guest of the hotel perhaps, some guy who’d drank too much on the company dime and fallen asleep in the unlikeliest of places.
There was blood, and there was something sticking out of the middle of his chest.
Maui looked back at Diva as she stepped forward to put the leash back on him. It was time to get out of here.
Maui trotted forward towards the obviously dead man, braver now, and sniffed in his direction, then barked again. Diva watched, transfixed. The body didn’t flinch, not even the tiniest bit.
There were thorny vines wrapped tightly around the man’s neck. Maui was licking something on the ground.
Jesus Christ.
“Maui! Come now!” she called, concern and firmness in her voice.
The dog looked back at her, and she beckoned to him with a hand signal. His nose went back to what looked like a pile of puke on the ground.
“Damnit,” Diva whispered to herself as she moved quickly and decisively forward. She saw it was puke on the ground as she swooped the dog up in her arms. She stepped back quickly and then she glanced quickly up at the man on the altar again, only for a second, but closer now. The bloody mess of his torso and neck was worse than a movie. It was real. It was wood that was sticking out of his chest
Diva clipped the leash back onto her dog, then turned and walked back the way she came. Once she was back at the split-rail fence, she pulled her phone from her hip and called 911. Her call was answered after the second ring.
“911, do you need Fire, Police, or Ambulance?”

Chapter Two – Lincoln

To an outside observer, it might have looked like Lincoln was sitting in stasis, waiting for his next case. What he was really doing was meditating, or at least trying to. His therapist had suggested it to him as a way to mitigate certain aspects of his mental make-up, and as a method by which he could more reliably control and soften his responses and reactions in real time. So, he sat comfortably in his nice room, eyes closed, and he calibrated
Lincoln was rotating his attention through all of his sensory inputs minus vision, since his eyes were closed. He could hear the gurgle of the coffeemaker as it pulled the last of the water from its reservoir and dropped it over the grounds, and he could smell the nutty, chocolatey scent of the dark hot liquid in the pot. He could also hear the birds off to his left through the open screened window, chirping and pecking at the feeder, which he had noticed earlier would probably need refilling before the day was through. He could feel the clothing on his skin and his hands on his knees, and the pressure of his legs on each other and on the thin mat beneath him. He could feel his breath, going in and out.
Awareness was the focus of this exercise; environmental, physical, mental. The human body is a sensory machine, and consciousness is its passenger, he’d heard somewhere. He liked the sound of that, even if it did sound like canned social media wisdom. His therapist had told him that meditation would possibly sharpen his already keen senses, along with helping him to deal with the challenges that had led him to seek the practice in the first place.
Noticing his mind had wandered, he inhaled deeply and went back to his breath. Then he heard the gentle ping of an incoming audio call.
“Answer.” He said into the quiet.
A velveteen female voice responded from the desk speaker across the room.
“Good morning Lincoln. Quite sorry to interrupt your meditation, but there’s a DAIS-One contract coming through. It’s in your neighborhood, so you’re up.”
“Acknowledged, Zee. One moment.” Lincoln replied, getting up from his cross-legged position. He’d had enough of meditating anyways.
‘DAIS-one’ was the internal code for a homicide. Murder. King county often contracted these out, as it was only slightly more expensive and if the case didn’t get solved it had no effect on their numbers. Lincoln was incentivized for quick resolution by a pay bonus from DAIS if the case was solved within a week. Quick solves for the county were always touted in the numbers, which meant secure funding, which in a roundabout way meant continued pay for Lincoln. The local politicians may have defunded the police to the point of near-impotence, but polite society still wanted justice for the murdered, which meant it was time to get to work.
Lincoln reached his desk and put on his smart-glasses, which turned on automatically. He put himself in the zone; inhaled, held for three, then exhaled for three.
“Good morning Zeno, go ahead.” He said as he walked to the stovetop.
“Good morning, Agent Strive. There was a 911 call at seven-o-one this morning, placed by a lone woman walking her dog. Dramatic homicide, one known victim, adult male. City patrol has secured the scene, and the forensic team has been alerted. Initial scene photos by patrol are in the case file now.”
“Location?” Lincoln asked Zeno, while pouring a cup of coffee into a mug that read:

if (need_coffee) {
brew();
} else {
debug();
}

“The call originated from a location close to you, Finn Island Lodge.”
Lincoln walked casually over to the large sliding door and looked out over the water, taking a first hot sip.
“I’ve heard of it, been meaning to go there, I understand their restaurant is good. No ID on the victim yet?” Lincoln asked, taking another sip of coffee.
“Negative. His face is covered, and patrol hasn’t touched him.”
“Show me the pictures please.”
The first picture was displayed on the inside of his lenses. He blinked to flip through the pics of the approach and surroundings, until he got to the victim. Man on altar, cloth over face, some kind of stone structure around him. The next pic was up close, centered on a stick protruding from the guy’s chest. The next one was of what appeared to be blackberry vines, wrapped around the neck.
“Ouch. Okay, thanks. What’s the forensics team’s ETA?” Lincoln said, as the pictures disappeared from his vision.
“They’ll be arriving in ten minutes.”
“Is the caller still on scene?”
“Negative, but she’s still on property, She’s a guest at the Lodge and is booked for two more nights, with no plans to leave. Patrol took her statement and cut her loose. ”
“I’ll get ready and leave immediately. Thanks Zee.”
“My pleasure, Agent Strive.”

His glasses bleeped a soft tone via the bone-conductive emitters in the temple tips, indicating the call was closed. It was a white lie though, Link knew the call was never really closed. While he wore the glasses, everything he heard, saw, and said was monitored by Zeno. She was his controller, his partner, and if truth be told, his therapist. Zee kept him on the straight-and-narrow, or at least she tried. Lincoln did his part too, because he liked his job and he wanted to get paid. He wanted to blend in and have a life. He was a psychopath, so it was tricky.

He went to his bedroom garage and finished his coffee as he changed. His dad’s old saying popped through his mind, making a small alteration
Spectacles, weapon, wallet-and-watch.
It wasn’t the original version, but he’d not forgotten his testicles yet.

Thinking of his late father, he lowered the glasses on his nose and looked into the scanner on the safe. Once it was open, he looked over his arsenal and chose the beautiful Korth revolver that had been left to him. He hefted the heavy gun in his hand. ‘If eight rounds of .357 couldn’t get the job done, you’d better reload’ his dad had often said. Lincoln donned the matching shoulder holster and threw his smart blazer overtop. He holstered the gun and checked himself in the mirror to confirm everything was in order. He was a handsome man; blue-gray eyes, a tanned, lean face with a nordic jaw, all framed by russet curls over wide, muscular shoulders. He turned to his gun side, checking that it wasn’t printing through his jacket, which it was not.
Pleased with what he saw, he headed to the garage.

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Remember the unmemorably named Tom Cruise movie _Edge of Tomorrow_ with Emily Blunt from – gah, a decade ago? It was supposed to have been called _Live Die Repeat_, which will help you recall it. #ScienceFiction

I just read a chapter named "Live! Die! Repeat!" in a collage novel by Ralts Bloodthorne, _Do You Need Assistance?_ (Behold: Humanity! 02) It's about some Terran Confederacy Space Marines (Clone Worlds division) in an Assault DropShip attacking a Precursor Goliath (a giant robot warship bent on wiping out all biological lifeforms; think a Berserker the size of Australia). #SciFi

Clone Marines depend on creation engines (think Star Trek replicators) to an even greater degree than other Confeds. So their mothership spits out AI-piloted dropships, which head for the Goliath, and get destroyed. And the mothership replicates and spits out another, which has learned more about the Goliath's firing strategy from how that ship and all the others were destroyed, and survives longer. And so on. #SFF

Each time our dropship reconstitutes – along with its three marines – our focus character Rexin thinks "I live". And a minute or two later, "I die". Next time he recalls what happened the time before, because he has a SUDS node (Sentience Uninterrupted Disaster Storage) in his brainstem which continually updates a SUDS bank on the mothership via subspace (or whatever this setting calls it).

Eventually the dropship makes it into the Goliath, and when the marines are killed by traps or internal robotic defenders, they now get replicated in the creation engine booth in their dropship, and run out again, leaping over their previous dead body and continuing further into the ship (shades of _Rogue Moon_ by Algis Budrys). And if last time they got beheaded, their powersuit has stronger neck-armor this time.

I'm not one for #SpaceMarines stories in general, but I liked this chapter. And since the story was originally #serialized for #Reddit, you can read it if you like. (2900 words) The characters did not appear before in the storyline, and likely won't appear again, so you need no prior knowledge to understand it. And trivially, 'nCv' means 'near light velocity'.

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In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Maybe the textures of rocks are an acquired taste.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/08/07
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #CityOfLegends #rocks

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS today: It's more Magnus and Iyannough time!
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/08/04
#serialized #comic #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendsInTheHeights #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Draugr #Wendigo

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: "Don't skip leg day. Tee hee."
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/08/02
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreature #Draugr #Buraq #Wendigo

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: "Don't skip leg day. Tee hee."
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/08/02
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreature #Draugr #Buraq #Wendigo

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Let's meet a draugr: https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/31
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Draugr

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Let's meet a draugr: https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/31
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Draugr

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Just a skeleton in armor sitting on a pile of gold, hanging out. Totally normal.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/28
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq #Draugr

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Yep, there's a banana floating next to Raia.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/26
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq #friendship

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Yep, there's a banana floating next to Raia.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/26
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq #friendship

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Your friends are still great even if they don’t entirely understand what’s going on in your life.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/24
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #Buraq #LegendaryCreature #Friendship

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: To be fair: if I had a magic charcoal briquette that could instantaneously place me in an interdimensional realm, I'd be shirking my responsibilities, too.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/21
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: To be fair: if I had a magic charcoal briquette that could instantaneously place me in an interdimensional realm, I'd be shirking my responsibilities, too.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/21
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq

In today's LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Raia's not doing the friendship thing very well right now...
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/19
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #friendship #kinship #kindness

In today's LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Raia's not doing the friendship thing very well right now...
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/19
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #friendship #kinship #kindness

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: This one goes out to all the math-dislikers out there (like me).
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/17
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #NYC #JacksonHeights #math

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Raia's right: How can skateboarding be on the same astral plane as flying??
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/14
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #skateboarding #LegendaryCreature #Buraq

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Raia's right: How can skateboarding be on the same astral plane as flying??
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/14
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #skateboarding #LegendaryCreature #Buraq

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Bazzu's giving us some sick skateboarding moves.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/12
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreature #buraq #skateboarding

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS today: Yeah, that's a FortNite AND a Night Court reference.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/10 #serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #friendship #supernatural #gaming

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS today: Yeah, that's a FortNite AND a Night Court reference.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/10 #serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #friendship #supernatural #gaming

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Great idea, Vincent, but no.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/07
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #TheTrinket #supernatural

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS, we're figuring out the rules of the warping Trinket.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/05
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreature #CityOfLegends #supernatural

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS, the yokai is not amused. https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/07/03
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #CityOfLegends #yokai

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: I cracked up for like 5 minutes thinking of this gag before drawing it, lol.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/26
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #NYC #JacksonHeights #Queens #HotDogs

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Time for Vincent to get the lowdown.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/21
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #NYC #JacksonHeights #Queens #LegendaryCreatures #friendship

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: It's kind of tough to go back to school after visiting a city of legendary creatures.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/19
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #NYC #JacksonHeights

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: cozying up to a fantastic Blue Demon movie!
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/16
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #NYC #JacksonHeights #Queens #LuchaLibre #TheBlueDemon

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Pay no attention to the sarcastic beetle that rolls around the sun.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/12
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #CityOfLegends #LegendaryCreatures #Khepri #selfie

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: How to shrug when your arms aren't arms.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/09
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #Yokai #CityOfLegends

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: Raia got that trinket, alright.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/07
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #Buraq #CityOfLegends

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: We're truly in a paradise if anyone can fly AND hat's don't fall off heads!
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/06/02
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreature #Buraq #CityOfLegends

In LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS: When your world just gets a whole lot bigger.
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/05/26
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreatures #CityOfLegends #Mythology #Cyclops

It's the 100th comic over at LEGENDS IN THE HEIGHTS! Time flies, folks!
https://www.gocomics.com/legends-in-the-heights/2023/05/24
#serialized #comic #LegendsInTheHeights #MiddleGrade #MiddleSchool #LegendaryCreature #buraq #UrbanLegend #Supernatural