Fiction
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Lovers of ancient Egypt may recognize the ostrich feather, symbol of Ma'at, the goddess of justice. That's our cover!
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Welcome to Infected Blood, a sci-fi comic completely written, drawn and inked by yours truly, Inflected Blood Comics. You can call me IBC! The story updates roughly once a week one page at a time, but to give it a good start, I'm releasing the entire Prologue today. Enjoy!
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Alex faces prison, and it's not looking pretty.
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
Alex makes acquaintances.
F I R S T - P R E V I O U S - N E X T
- Written by: Infected Blood Comics
- Category: Fiction
The disgusting trial is over, as the chapters concludes on a rather low note.
I will be back after a short break.
Savages we call them, because their manners differ from ours.
Benjamin Franklin
It is not so much the gold or the precious stones I admire, as the cleverness of the artist and the workmanship, which must exceed the value of the material and excite my amazement. I have examined a thousand figures which it is impossible to describe. In my opinion, I have never seen anything which for beauty could more delight the human eye.
The tepee is much better to live in: always clean, warm in the winter, cool in the summer, easy to move... Indians and animals know better how to live than white man; nobody can be in good health if he does not have all the time: fresh air, sunshine and good water.
Flying Hawk 1852 – 1931
It is true that after they have been reassured and have lost this fear, they are so artless and so free with all they possess, that no one would believe it without having seen it. Of anything they have, if you ask them for it, they never say no; rather they invite the person to share it, and show as much love as if they were giving their hearts.
Book I
Here lived and loved another race of beings. Beneath the same sun that rolls over your heads, the Indian hunter pursued the panting deer . . . the Indian of falcon glance and lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero of the pathetic tale, is gone.
