Here’s another guy I’d met before, but the last time had
really not been much. He’s one of those
guys who doesn’t like being at conventions.
Like with Straczynski, he wasn’t an asshole. He was just distant.
This time, I saw him just hanging out with Andrew Pepoy,
shooting the shit, and I didn’t want to interrupt. I hung back and flipped through a book with
some of Mahnke’s work in it. His
assistant noticed me and asked if I just had the one book to sign. I said yes, and he took it from me and slid
it in front of Mahnke just as he was finishing up his conversation with Pepoy.
I wondered, how would this guy respond to WILDSTORM
PRESENTS, a book that has confused and pleasantly surprised so many people at
the convention? I’ve never seen this guy
smile. Every time I’ve seen him, he’s
been rather cold and maybe a bit gruff.
Would this be the book that breaks him?
He barely looked at it.
He broke out a silver Sharpie, signed, and slid it back to his
assistant, who gave it back to me.
Mahnke didn’t even look at me.
When I thanked him, he grunted, nodded, and started looking at his
phone.
No! The WILDSTORM
PRESENTS Chronicles ends on this anticlimactic note?! It can’t be!
Fuck!
Some winters just can’t thaw, I guess . . . .
Here’s the finished cover for WILDSTORM PRESENTS:
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