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We have officially started our PreLaunch, the campaign starts on April 1st 2026, and you can head over to Comix.One right now to follow this project, check out sample pages and find out more about your new favourite graphic novel!

art by Madison Lee Martin and gold detail by Charis Anderson. Congratulations @fionnmacpherson.bsky.social @captainamerico.bsky.social @cztacks.bsky.social and the CSFG committee for making this anthology and book launch happen 🌼 💀 🖤 📚 🤩

NEVER SAY DIE purchase link:

csfg.org.au/product/neve...

I Laughed so hard at this.

It really feels much better than most other places.

The sweetest child’s titters echoed from its faceless grin.

And all those who should have cared for you, left, and took their selfish piece.
What can I offer, I asked, “in hopes to one day make you whole?”
“Nothing,” the dolled-child snapped, then continued, chagrined.
“Nothing, except a child with a far gentler soul.”


“On the contrary.” I said, “you will find I have no hardened heart.
This world has been cruel to you, and sadly, death I cannot impart.
You took what you could, my loves; to reap some simple semblance of peace.

A boy was once cruel to me, and left me to rot in a ditch.
I held his manhood cheapened, and made that poor boy my bitch.
Why so grim, Reaper man?” The kindest kid did ask.
“Do you find me abhorrent? Some pathetic, plastic, putrid flask?”

“Death,” they said, “is a gift for those whose fractured fractals weren’t ensouled.”
“A little girl,” they sang, “left her laugh with me, when she was but a babe.
I stole it from a dream she had, and now she writhes, dismayed.