FÜNF
I love you.
Oh my god.
I LOVE LANGUAGE JOKES
I should not be laughing anywhere near as much as I am.
GERMAN !

A Supernatural Noir and
Online Penny Dreadful
by Allison & Emily
Updates Sundays.
FÜNF
I love you.
Oh my god.
I LOVE LANGUAGE JOKES
I should not be laughing anywhere near as much as I am.
GERMAN !
OKAY so here’s the thing folks. We said we were gonna update during the week and it did not happen. Because life happened instead. And because working on the same art continuously is a difficult thing to ask of a person when they’re doing it in their spare time.
The illustrations for 44 will probably be done soon. HOWEVER we’ve decided to delay its posting just a little while longer. The reason is we want to make ABSOLUTELY SURE there are no more unscheduled breaks between any chapters for the remainder of Part Two. For reasons I think you’ll understand and appreciate. And this week we’re going on a trip, and when we get back we’ll need some time to settle back into routine, so.
We apologize again for the ongoing delay, but once we get started, we’re gonna stay steady. So you have that to look forward to. Keep the faith. We love you guys. <3
I will never, ever forgive Eli Roth for ruining the world “hostel.” A whole generation of Americans who would have no reason to know what a hostel is now largely associate the word with horror, violence, and sexist torture porn. We’re trying to find a good replacement for “bed and breakfast” in this chapter and Allison suggested hostel and I had to say no. Doesn’t matter that people, including probably all of our readers, still know what a hostel actually is. It still runs too great a risk of association for me to feel comfortable using it, and THAT’S SOME FUCKING BULLSHIT RIGHT THERE.
FUCK YOU Eli Roth.
Still editing! Meanwhile, there’s three illustrations for this chapter, two of which you saw in progress during the WIP postathon, a third of which has yet to be started and is going to be more time-consuming. Emily will be assisting with the drawing portion of the illustration process, but it is possible that the chapter will not be ready for posting on this day. However even if we do post it late, the next several are written already and we’ve started thumbnailing sketches, so there will be no more unannounced breaks between updates until Part Two is finished. Yay!!
STAY TUNED
So this is a thing that we just realized had happened
I know the obvious solution is “well why not just end Part 2 on 49 chapters” but look Emily is extremely nitpicky about these things and likes it to be neat and precise and symmetrical and also believes it’s nice to start Part 3 (as we did with Part 2) on the “1” number (21, 51) so we have like, a clear idea of how many chapters there are per Part. “But like why don’t you just count them” I hear you saying YEAH WELL I’M THE AUTHOR OKAY WE’RE GONNA END IT ON CHAPTER 50
(if it makes you feel better Allison also thinks Emily is ridiculous)
Anyway now it’s time to suddenly come up with enough stuff to make a Chapter 49. Fortuitously, if we had to suddenly make up a filler chapter, this is one of the rare places where it would actually be doable. Woooo adventures!
“Tell me about the war,” said Herr Inspektor.
Doctorow did not react, putting the cigarette in his mouth and leaning hazardously close to the flames to light it. He leaned back and released a plume of smoke into the cold night air. “No,” he said. “Not until you’ve earned it.”
“Earned it?” The Inspector began to protest, but Doctorow interrupted him, handing over the cigarette.
“Tell me something first,” he said. “Something you’ve never told anyone.”
“What?” The Inspector took the cigarette, bewildered. “Why?”
“Because I haven’t spoken about the war to almost anyone,” said Doctorow, “and not at all in years. I don’t intend to start just because you asked me. You go first.”
First pass of Chapter 44 is officially DONE. Going to read through it and send it off to the editor while we frantically try to get the illustrations finished on time. Thanks everybody for humoring us with this experiment.
“You’re a goddamn lunatic,” said Doctorow. “You know that?”