Archive for Landon Connors

Comically Distracted

Posted in Archive, Occult Detectives with tags on June 8, 2017 by Occult Detective

No, this is NOT a project I’m working on. It is, however, a rabbit hole I fell into today while working on something else entirely.

I thought it was far too fun to not share, so here you go… Something that might have been, could have been, but isn’t —

ocg comic

A Feast of (Fictional) Friends

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing in Theory & Practice with tags , , , on April 26, 2017 by Occult Detective

“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws.” — Jim Morrison

Apologies for being rather scarce this month. I’ve been insanely occupied by several projects. Expect me to continue being scarce until Là Bealltainn, then we’ll see to getting back to some semblance of a routine.

Here’s a little sneak peek into some of what I’ve been working on, related to both the Occult Detective RPG that is still in development and a collection of occult detective tales, the first installment of the Liber Monstrorum Chronicles, set to be released in a short number of weeks.

lmc jam

Up front, that’s Landon Connors in the leather armchair, of course, with Martin Crowe kneeling nearby. In back, from left to right, we have Cassidy Martin, Dale Parker, Allen Parker, Sarah Jones, Brooks Autry, Father Francis Rainey, Thea Hill, Selina Wolfe, Tracy Larson, and Greg Mitchell.

I suppose if it’s a group photo, then Michelle Hawkes is taking the picture ;)

All are characters to be found in First Born, debuting in July from Seventh Star Press.

First Born

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing in Theory & Practice with tags , , , , , on March 9, 2017 by Occult Detective

Cover 01 First Born

Mark July 14th on your calendars. That’s right, at long last, I have a release date for my occult detective collection forthcoming from Seventh Star Press — First Born: Tales of the Liber Monstrorum.

For review requests or press inquiries, you can contact my publisher via ccjames (at) seventhstarpress (dot) com or email me direct through my freeman (at) occultdetective (dot) com address.

You can also sign up for the Seventh Star Press Read to Review Program

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Occult Detective RPG Update

Posted in Archive, Occult Detectives with tags on August 25, 2016 by Occult Detective

Here’s a quick look at a completed character sheet, that of my occult detective Landon Connors —

Connors

for a better look, here’s a pdf download Connors

I think longtime gamers can get of sense of things by looking the sheet over.

Right now we’re thinking the  game will come with color coded d10s and d6s (5 of each), spell and sigil cards, plus illustrated pawns and five encounter maps.

In addition to a rulebook we hope to include an adventure book with 5 modules, a bestiary, and some npcs.

We’re still a long way away, but progress is being made. As for whether we take this to kickstarter, scare up some investors, or take it to an established company… that’s still up in the air.

There are still a lot of rules to iron out.

The Cabin in the Woods Audio Drama

Posted in Archive, Media Macabre, Occult Detectives with tags , , , , , on August 22, 2016 by Occult Detective

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Doctor Landon Connors, Occult Detective, is summoned to a remote area of the Wisconsin wilderness to investigate a grizzly mystery.

Cast:
NARRATOR – Chris Hussey
LANDON CONNORS – Alex Cater
ALETHEA HILL – Shannon Steele
BOO – Katarina Ausley
OFFICER HARBER – Jeff King
SPECIAL AGENT SELINA WOLFE – Mandy Osipenko
SPECIAL AGENT MARTIN CROWE – Alan Gerding
MATSE – Dan Boud
MICHELLE HAWKES – Emily Morgan

Music:
Theme Music by Ruud Janssen
Background Music by Musica Cthulhiana

LISTEN HERE AND ENJOY.

Landon Connors: Leap of Faith, Part 7

Posted in Occult Detectives, Writing in Theory & Practice with tags , , on March 22, 2016 by Occult Detective

leap of faith

7

Nightfall did not come soon enough, but a day spent in meditation, even in a rundown fleabag like the Branding Iron, was a day well spent, particularly considering what the night was to bring.

The stars were vibrant pinholes in the black curtain overhead, a tapestry where stories were written by the very gods themselves.

Landon Connors left the battered old GMC on the deserted back hills road and set off on foot, across the cold, desolate frontier of the South Dakota plains. Magic was his guide. Instinct his sense of direction. And prescient was his state of mind.

Coyotes kept their distance, sensing the detective’s temperament. His aura was a beacon of conflicting emotions, and as he crested the low hill to overlook the ruins of a ramshackle farmhouse, those emotions aligned into a singular purpose.

He sat down then, atop that rise, and crossed his legs, painfully. His palms faced the sky, at rest on his knees, middle finger and thumbs touching while the rest fanned out, creating a magical circuit between himself and the cosmos.

A distant howl split the night, but Connors didn’t hear it. Not really. There was another sound more extant, something ancient, primordial, pre-human. It slithered in the dark, between this world and another, here, but not here.

It coursed along, hungry, circling widdershins about the farmhouse ruin, waiting a sacrifice that was being prepared by a blight on the earth. Connors sensed their presence too, could see them in their black robes with his wizard’s eye.

In the quiet of this desert, there was no place to hide.

The detective opened his eyes then and rose gingerly from the dirt and scrub grass. He lit a cigarette, gripped his skull cane tightly, and set off for his confrontation with the black hearts in the godforsaken hovel.

A tingling sensation wove its way through his body, his fingertips nearly sparking with pent up energies. For a brief second he questioned the wisdom of doing this alone, bereft of assistance from his fellow Outriders or any number of allies he’d cultivated in his years of magical congress.

But no, he thought, this was for him alone.

The single story ranch was little more than a shell. No glass remained in the battered window frames, though tattered curtains remained, shielding much of the candlelight that illuminated the proceedings inside.

Connors could hear them now, the mumblings of madmen in demonic discourse.

But it was one voice that stood apart, the voice of his father, and the detective steeled himself as he was set come face to face with the man who had raised him, had taught him the Craft, and then betrayed him in the worst way.

But it was another voice that captured his attention then, as he prepared to enter the derelict steading. It came from behind him, soft and delicate, carried on the cruel Dakota wind.

He turned to see her standing there, dressed in a white robe stained wetly with fresh blood, a gory athame in her left hand.

“Elizabeth?” Connors said, stepping toward his former paramour.

She held her ground, her eyes locked on his, a sinister smile on her lips, one both cruel and telling. There was murder etched on her face, like a mask wove by angry gods.

“I am Elizabeth Crane no more,” she hissed, raising the knife slowly. “I’ve been rechristened.”

Connors raised his left hand, bringing his middle two fingers together with his thumb. A subtle current of magical energy was spawned by a thought.

“What should I call you then?” the detective asked, but the answer did not come straight away. Distracted, he failed to notice the dark shape that came up behind him, no did he react swiftly enough as a long blade slid through his back and appear out his stomach.

He coughed up blood as he dropped to his knees in shock.

“Welcome to the Inception, my son,” Ashton Connors said, wiping his bloody sword clean on his offspring’s coat. “I see you’ve already met our Creideamh.”

“Creideamh?” Connors coughed. “Faith? I’m afraid… I’ve little of it.”

“Funny, boy,” the father said, kneeling down beside him. “I was just thinking how you’re about to receive all the faith you can stand.”

to be continued

Landon Connors: Leap of Faith, Interlude

Posted in Horror, Occult Detectives, Writing in Theory & Practice with tags , , on March 13, 2016 by Occult Detective

leap of faith

777

interlude

.:.

diaphanous,
upon Icarus wings
the black brother’s
corpse
is unhung

iron, cold iron
branding
encircled
finnegan
beginn

unfettered

within a circle
of nine flowers
thirteen voices
sing
of the tarot card
tower
and the umbrella
is red with white freckles
and the demon is masked
by a dream

of black spires

fore
give
me father
four-eyes
inn

within the caws
of a raven
a secret is
whispered
heard only by
the wind
and those
borne
by it

a sorcerer
by
the tower
most
tragic
has subdued
all things
to his
shelf

inn
nema

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