Adam P. Knave
Adam P. Knave is an Eisner and Harvey award winning editor and writer who writes prose fiction (This Starry Deep, Stays Crunchy in Milk, Strange Angel), comics (The Once and Future Queen, Amelia Cole, Artful Daggers, stories in Titmouse Vol 2, Outlaw Territory Vol 3, and many more), as well as humor essay collections (NYCWTF, I Slept With Your Imaginary Friend) and used to write columns for sites such as thefoonote, TwoHeadedCat, Comics101, PopCultureShock, Three If By Space, and MamaPop. He worked as one of the editors of Image’s Popgun anthology, also editing many other works along the way.
Currently in Portland, OR after spending 38 years in New York City, Adam knows he should insert a joke or something attempting to be witty here at the end but is too tired to care.
“Saying something is far too simple is a doubter's way or trying to make the world more complex so he won't have answers.”
“He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he also refused to be a pessimist about this moment. Everything could go either way.”
“He felt like his own heart might stop beating just from acknowledging the concept. The sadness, the sorrow, and the loss, they were living things, funnily enough.”
“Sometimes life just did things, he felt, and they didn't have to make sense. It helped when they did, and often the sense of a thing was just around a corner, but that didn't mean you ever got to see it.”
“The potential, for anything, was overwhelming to a degree that bothered him. It wasn’t, he thought, the idea of power. It certainly wasn’t that nervous feeling T.C. would get in the pit of his stomach when he knew he had an incredible opportunity in front of him, that amazing brief pause before an act of creation. This was something else. Something to fear and respect.”
“What is this place?" "Nothing at all. Everywhere there is. Both at once?" Wereberry offered.”
“A single thought, he considered, could do all sorts of harm. Harm to what, he wasn't sure, but he identified it as harm.”
“With no name attached to it, the place somehow declared itself nowhere and everywhere at the same time”
“He wasn't anti-gun really—he just wasn't pro-being-shot-at.”
“You ate my dog, you undead freak!”Hey! Watch the slander. I hear the acceptable term is ‘corporeallychallenged’ now. No need to be rude.”
“Carrot followed me to the couch. We sat down and settled in. The couch was our center, somehow. Whatever, it didn’t matter why or how, the couch simply managed to be where we decided big stuff. This time “big stuff” would just include defeating impossibly powerful imaginary creatures that used to live in my head.”
“Dinner waited for us: steaks and potatoes and manly things, items of a manly meal. Also vodka cranberries.”
“Still, the car started, so we drove off to the movies. Popcorn happened. Previews, ads, and an annoying kid all went down like clockwork. The picture started and then ended a while later, the world unchanged by its passing.”
“Since the fall of Man and the return of Magery and our older ways, most disputes were settled in a civilized manner: sword to the face, mace to the neck, acceptable societal situational handlers”