I'm thankful for Karl Edward Wagner, who put me in the midst of this pavane with madness that is the eternal life of a writer. If it wasn't for Karl, who I never truly expected to outlive, I'd never have been able to keep my career going and create images like this. He could find gallows humor in anything from a convention banquet meal to either of our various afflictions he and I will never be rid of, even after death.
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Karl was a talented guy, and a recognizer of talent. I miss his horror stories and his tales of Kane. I've read everything he wrote, and wish there was more.
I often drink a beer to in the memory of Wagner/Kane!
Consider yourself one of his creations! An honor!
Yeah, when he was younger and like a crazy Viking, it seemed he was invincible. Alas!
Ok, that last picture is just scary.
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