What if there is a reason we fear the dark? What if the shadows do indeed shelter dark forces? What if there's more to life than the soul-crushing weight of the mundane? These questions led Alex to answers they never expected to find. Now, forever changed, they hunt for an evil that chose London as its nest. Alone, clueless, and way in over their head, Alex must figure out how to make amends for their past mistakes, using their unlikely abilities to make a difference.

Comedy horror about daily struggles of the damned

A young woman discovers she has god-like powers inherited from an ancient prophecy, yet tries to live a normal life; despite being hunted by an immortal cult-leader and his minions, or under the questionable protection of her surly, undead bodyguard.

Two boys discover a forbidden comic said to be real, unleashing nightmares beyond imagination. Inside its pages, a detective hunts a killer across a world where victims are stripped of their very skin. As the boys are pulled deeper into the story, they find themselves trapped in a decaying city of corpses, pursued by an unspeakable figure that feeds on flesh and fear. The comic doesn’t just tell horror.. it makes you live it.

A mirror world of our own filled with nightmares and blood thirsty creatures. With death waiting around every corner can Elion survive?

A new breed of child has been born. One with an intrinsic link between this world and the other side. As the veil between these two realities crumbles a secret organisation threatens to seize control and jeopardise the ancient balance beyond.

This is a 7-page comic that serves as a tribute to the artists who have influenced me since the day I first discovered them. I’ll post one page every Friday, maybe adding a short text to each—nothing too profound. It pairs well with witch house music in the background. It’s a blend of tastes and references that seem unrelated but are, at their core, so diametrical that they juxtapose on a plane that cuts through them (wrestling/sorcery)—a convoluted yin-yang. Each contains traces of the other. Between these poles, an alchemy is attempted. Only here, the comic itself acts as the catalyst, amplifying and radiating. It’s the hyperbole of an explosion. Technically speaking, it’s yet another eternal pursuit—but now fully framed by its context. Where are the boundaries of the neon ocean that’s already drowned us? In our own finitude, perhaps. Or maybe folklore—local or foreign, but always ancient—offers refuge from the machine. There, we see forces that resist all technology. And they will endure...