It’s about time I put a weekly feature on here and Metallica seemed like a good place to start. I’ve been a Metallica fan since about 2008, meaning I’m not one of the guys who’s been with them since the thrash days and my cred it doubtlessly going to be questioned. To this, I reply with the words of the immortal Cliff Burton, “Whatever.” As we go, you’ll find my knowledge of biggest metal band on the planet quite extensive and you may even learn a thing or two.
So what is Metallica Monday? Every Monday, I’m going to post something about Metallica. It may be a rare live recording, a rare cover, an opinion piece, a tidbit of Metallica history, or just about anything else Metallica-related. Point is, it’s going to be something that has to do with Metallica that I feel like sharing. I’ll be taking feedback and criticism as I go to hopefully shape this into a meaningful feature worth reading.
Anna and her husband
Talent piques curiosity in the observer. Anna Bernas (née Melillo) is an exceptional example of talent and I am thoroughly happy as one of her observers. I can’t remember exactly how I met Anna or when I found out she drew, but I know we met through friends at Liberty University, where I was studying English and she nursing. Soon, I saw a few examples of her drawings and my curiosity was piqued so far that I needed to know what she could do with a book cover. And that’s how the cover of Omega: War and the Supernatural was born.
With great pride I can finally announce to you all that Fight for the Undead is available in paperback from Amazon! In addition to Fight for the Undead, I’ve also included With Her in the Night packed in to make it even more worth your while. Amazon’s pricing the novel at $10.39 and I promise it’s worth that and more!
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I hate the White pieces. They’ve got us all in check, they’ve got us all pinned, they’ve got us all one bad move away from agony. They’ve got me stuck. And they stick me with fluids I can’t name. They make me swallow poisons I don’t know. I’m out of moves, I’m out of plays. That’s how it was before. That’s when it was all just a game. Just a damn, stupid game. We played and I was the only one who couldn’t see the pieces. But I played. When I spoke, we moved. It was a losing game.
Across the plains of the Serengeti lies much natural beauty. Animals of unimaginable diversity form a utopian ecosystem to marvel upon. From the comfort of the living room, millions partake in witnessing one of most beautiful lands in the world. They see open yellow fields, trees of impossible design, but rarely do they think to realize what their television screen cannot show them. For one, they can never smell the fresh air untouched by man’s pollution or feel the savannah on their toes. The Serengeti is breathtaking, even as two buffoons with rifles upset all of the balance without so much as trying.