I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography. - Alan Moore

I am brother to dragons, and companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat.

Okay. There it is. I dressed up. As an owl. And fought crime. Perhaps you begin to see why I half expect this summary of my career to raise more laughs than poor cuckolded Moe Vernon with his foam teats and his Wagner could ever hoped to have done.

Trust in the fictive process, in the occult interweaving of text and event must be unwavering and absolute. This is the magic place, the mad place at the spark gap between word and world.