Comics

Spring fever. Another vignette from the future while the artist flakes on y'all.

Horace the Fly grew spider plants just for the ego trip.

A contrast of snow and rock. Lassen Volcanic National Park, Shasta County, California.

An April Fools' Day joke about to go very wrong ...

Where did that girl learn those moves? Flashback week! See the street Ashlinne grew up on and catch a glimpse into her home life.

Sailing through the cosmos, the Universal Seal of Approval transverses dimensions with ease.

A bonus double-length comic. Ashlinne presents an eloquent rebuttal to Hazz's suggestion that she can't ever become a shadow knight.

Another unexpectedly successful experiment in the search for clean energy.

Hazzanghoul takes Ashlinne on a tour of the shadow knight side of the Academy to show her why, no offense, she doesn't fit the mold. Don't worry, Hazz. None taken.

Why do sandhill cranes dance?

Prozac laundry day.

Hazzanghoul breaks it to Ash that she doesn't have the mastery over magic to become a necromancer. Ash has a little news of her own for him, though.

Winter path through a cemetery in Prague.

A brief history lesson while the author of the strip enjoys her vacation.

The futility of gang warfare.

A mountain lion watches small children raptly at Micke Grove Zoo, California.

Although she told co-workers it was just a minor case of spontaneous human combustion, Zelda finally had to admit she wore too much perfume.

Vacation time! For the artist, not the characters. Oh, what the hell. Vacations all around...

The worst question you can hear from your sweetie ...

Ashlinne finally gets the tutoring in death magic that she needs to get accepted into the Academy of Dark Arts.

Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming, USA.

Mrs. Gott trudged to fill her bird feeder every winter day, accompanied by her faithful kitty.

Whatever his reasons, at least Hazz has agreed to start tutoring Ashlinne in the arcane magics of the dark arts.

Shoes for pinheads, 2006

Hazz and Ash walk through the grounds of the Academy of Dark Arts while Hazzanghoul explains exactly why he will not tutor young Ashlinne in the arcane magics of necromancy.

Bad backyard birding tips: Mr. Smedley has found a way to attract the elusive ferruginous hawk to his yard.

Ashlinne has gone down to Hazz's dorm room at the Academy of Dark Arts to demand his help in learning death magic. Hazzanghoul doesn't want to waste his time. It's a battle of wills.

Although she knew it was wrong, Mr. Smith's secretary still often fantasized about him.

Ten years have passed. Ashlinne's a teen now, and Hazzanghoul's off at the Academy of Dark Arts, studying, er, diligently. But he's about to learn that even the thinnest of family bonds are difficult to get rid of.

Waves pounding a Pacific shore soften the lines of the landscape with mist.