Here’s an illustration by Blake Reynolds for my short story “Power Armor: A Love Story,” which appears in the new John Joseph Adams anthology Armored.
 

Here’s a great portrait of the character Lion from my short story “Cats in Victory,” by artist Jerome Jacinto.

Here are some pretty good doodles I just came across in one of my notebooks from USC. Something tells me these are from around the time that 300 and TMNT came out.

 

Here’s an illustration for my short story “Family Tree” (which will be appearing later this year in the John Joseph Adams anthology The Way of the Wizard):

Here are some details:

Garrett, Elizabeth, Sebastian (baby), Bernard, Simon

Malcolm, Meredith, Meredith’s mother, Nathan

The Tree of Victor Archimagus

    A month later Simon stood and regarded the tree of Victor Archimagus.
    It was gigantic, its trunk as wide around as a castle wall. A good way up, the trunk split into a great V — the two branches that had grown upon the births of Victor’s sons, Franklin and Atherton. From there the branches continued to climb and divide — one for each legitimate male heir — and now over a hundred descendants of the late wizard resided within the tree’s luxurious chambers. (Female children were married off and sent away — Victor had never been a terribly enlightened sort.) The tree was a virtuoso feat of spellcraft, the first of its kind, and upon its creation Victor had been so impressed with himself that he’d taken the surname Archimagus — master wizard. Simon was the only one to have successfully replicated the spell. Families that possessed the rare gift of magic seemed always to be afflicted with low fertility, but the fact that Victor’s tree grew larger and grander depending upon the number of offspring had ensured a frenetic effort to proliferate his adopted surname, and had also — perhaps inevitably — led to a rivalry between the descendants of Franklin and the descendants of Atherton over who could produce the greatest number of male heirs. At the moment it happened that the two halves of the tree were in perfect balance. Today’s presentation ceremony for Bernard’s infant son would change that.

Note: Firefox has a bug which causes it to display colors wrong, so for the full effect use other software to view these images.

I just set up a deviantART profile and posted some of my drawings there. Anyone else on the site? If so, friend me.

While there, I came across this cool story: deviantArtist to Work With Simpsons! Basically, an amateur artist posted a really cool manga-style illustration of the cast of The Simpsons. The image became super-popular, and eventually attracted the notice of Bongo Comics (founded by Matt Groening), who hired the artist to do some work for them. She was also contacted by 20th Century Fox about potentially working on a Futurama relaunch.

Jandan’s spectacular fan art for my story “The Skull-Faced Boy” gave me an idea, so I’m going to try a little experiment. If anyone out there wants to do an illustration for one of my stories, I’ll post it on my blog and link to your website and probably also talk about how cool you are.

This blog gets a fair amount of traffic these days, including a lot of people who work in publishing, and illustrations I’ve posted appear pretty high in Google and get a lot of random people looking at them every day.

So if you know an artist who would be interested in the modest exposure of being featured on my blog, pass the word along.

Check out my Stories page to see what I’ve published. Stories that are free to read online are marked with a “Read” link.

Here a complete gallery of fan art I’ve received so far.

One of the best parts about being published in Realms of Fantasy was seeing the beautiful artwork they did for each story. Here are the illustrations for my stories that appeared in the magazine:

“Seven Brothers, Cruel” by Kyle Anderson and Myunghee Lee

“Seeds-for-Brains” by Scott Goto

“Blood of Virgins” by Huan Tran

“Save Me Plz” by HyeJeong Park

“Transformations” by Rob Johnson

Now with pretty colors:
 

 
From “Blastweed”:

      We arrived at the spaceport, parked the car, and strode into the bar. As we passed through the front door, Don suddenly shrieked and leapt behind me, his eyes darting wildly about the room.
       “What?” I said. As far as I could see there was nothing to fear here other than the happy hour crowd — your typical assortment of lowlifes and deadbeats who would frequent a place like this.
      Don cried out, “Aliens, man!”
       “Don,” I said. “There’s no such thing as aliens.”
       “Oh yeah?” he said, pointing to an empty chair. “What do call that?“