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| The Damage Museum is the first book that features the art of Vincent Sammy, a freelance illustrator who hails from South Africa and specializes in horror, science fiction and the macabre. This collection includes work that has been printed in publications such as Interzone, Black Static, Something Wicked, Beware the Dark and many other magazines and books. He has provided cover artwork for publishers as varied as NewCon Press, Rosarium Publishing and Thunderstorm Books. Publisher: Short, Scary Tales Publications ISBN: 978-1-909640-54-2, Hardcover, First Edition, 7.5 x 9.25 inches, 86 pages, £21.95 Available from: Amazon, |  |
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Edited by Joe Vaz & Vianne Venter
| “Like a serial-killing zombie clown’s suitcase, the Something Wicked Anthology is full of deliciously wicked surprises, packing more stellar stories into its pages than anyone has a right to expect. Guaranteed scares, superb illustrations and stunning production values from the doting godparent of South African shocks – don’t read after midnight, and don’t miss out.”
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“[Editors] Joe and Vianne are talent-spotters of writers and illustrators par excellence, and superb editors. Definite recommend!” – Lauren Beukes, author of Zoo City
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Vincent Sammy
I illustrate primarily in watercolours. I find it fast and effective. I usually add backgrounds in photoshop, as well as add effects and final visual optimisation. But the basic image is always done in watercolours. I like having an actual "original" artwork.
Read more »by Abi Godsell
The doctor is small and grey-haired. He talks rapidly and jumps between subjects. It's hard to believe that this abrupt little man headed up the team that implanted the world's most advanced artificial intelligence into the body of a brain-dead teenager. My editor is going to have a field day. "It worked out well though. Her parents had given up, they were looking for a reason to pull the plug. Donating the body to science must have seemed easier.". |
 From Issue 11 (July 2011) |
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Posted in Fiction, Podcasts | Tags: Abi Godsell, Fiction, Issue 11, Joe Vaz, Mark Sykes, SF, Vincent Sammy | 2 Comments »
Vincent Sammy
Creating a cover-piece usually depends on whether I have a story to work from, or whether I am given free reign in deciding what content can go on the cover. Both are challenging in there own way as the one limits you to the subject matter and you need to try an establish the best possible visual angle from the story, while the other has the challenge of trying to come up with an image that is as new and fresh as possible.
Read more »By A. Roberts
He heard the shells coming, could almost feel them rumbling through the sky, like air-borne express trains, and he knew that when they landed, ton upon ton of earth, men and weaponry would again be flung as much as fifty paces into the air. “Shells incoming,” someone screamed, as though three years of war had left the few old soldiers in any doubt as to just what was incoming. Men began diving into prepared holes in the ground, while others sought refuge in the remains of buildings standing like rotten, broken teeth on the remains of the only paved road the town had once enjoyed. On the outskirts of the town, someone began hitting the horn of a heavy-duty vehicle, its blast ending only with the explosions of the first shells. |
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By Sean & Craig Davis
Billy tried to lick the stinging ache from his fingers. His mind struggled to remember why they hurt. His thoughts wandered with the woody breeze running through his hair and damp earth cooling his feet. He understood one thing: he was free. He was searching for something, but just what kept sinking back into the murky depths of his mind. He sniffed the air and then gouged his fingers into the ridged bark of a tree in frustration. Something rumbled ahead. He pushed through leafy branches to a clearing where a red, metal box rolled to a stop at the edge of a cliff. Two figures got out and he hid behind a tree to listen. |
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Posted in Fiction | Tags: Craig Davis, Fiction, Horror, Phadder's Sins, Sean Davis, SW Issue 10, Vincent Sammy | Comments Closed
By Abigail Godsell
Jarred tapped the steering wheel in time to the drumbeat, as his black Ford Mustang cruised down the desert road, blaring heavy metal. Dust trailed him, clouding the view in his mirror. The song’s rhythm wasn’t doing much to cut his boredom. It wasn’t a particularly good one. It was however, the only track on the CD, given to him by a friend who’d told him he needed some decent road music. Sometimes he really hated Tristan’s sense of humour. His eyes scanned the horizon, running over the border between desert and sky blankly until they alit on something curious. It grew as he drove nearer, slowly morphing from a curious, small, black speck into an even more curious, tall, black girl. |
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