Creeping Dawn:
The Rise of the Black Centipede
Written by Chuck Miller, Cover Artist David L. Russell
Pro Se continues to invigorate and push the boundaries of New Pulp with the debut novel from author Chuck Miller. Creeping Dawn: The Rise of the Black Centipede centers on the aforementioned Centipede, Miller's pivotal character in a mad, wild world of magic, mystery, murder, and almost more mayhem than it has historical guest stars. His dark origins tied to Lizzie Borden, The Black Centipede is a mysterious individual who has no life other than that of masked avenger, vigilante, and consort of weirdness.
"This," Tommy Hancock, Editor in Chief of Pro Se Productions, states, "is not just a novel. Chuck has breathed every bit of himself into the creation of not simply this book or this character, but the insane universe that the Centipede -populates isn't a strong enough world. He is the axis that the lunacy of everyone around him turns on and in response he's a valiant hero at some turns, a madman at others, and even the deus ex machina at times. Creeping Dawn is an introductory ticket to one of the wildest rides New Pulp has ever seen!
CREEPING DAWN is a fast paced New Pulp mash up of noir, masked vigilantes, historical fiction, and more mystery and suspense than a centipede has legs. With evocative cover art by David L. Russell and interiors by Peter Cooper, as well as the fantastic format and design work of Sean Ali, Creeping Dawn: Rise of the Black Centipede by Chuck Miller is one experience not to be missed!
An excerpt from Creeping Dawn: The Rise of the Black Centipede
...I had thought of myself as the Black Centipede since 1927. My birth name was gone, I had no use for it. I had decided that the Black Centipede ought to be a new persona, not merely an alias. It was more than a name to me, but the meaning was too deeply personal to be shared. I needed Centipede to show to the world, one they could look upon and fear and marvel at.
I wanted to bring something from another world into this one, something fearsome and alien and invulnerable. A thing from below. Something inhuman, unknowable, and unstoppable. I wanted them to wonder in vain about who or what was coming to destroy them, but to know beyond doubt that it was coming.
It was plain from the start that I could never be a policeman. Nor did the role of private detective offer the kind of freedom from oversight that I would require. I would have to be autonomous and untouchable, answerable to no one.
I recalled a quote by Oscar Wilde: “Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.”
Astonishingly, it was as simple as that. I made myself a mask, and my truth was unleashed. A plain, black, tight-fitting hood emblazoned with a silver centipede, curled into the shape, more or less, of the letter “S,” or the upper part of a question mark, reversed. Double enigma.
The eye-holes were concealed by a little two-way mirror gimmick, and could not be detected by anyone standing more than a few inches away. This mask, a black slouch hat and a black overcoat became the visible Black Centipede, the face my true self would wear for those who needed to see it.
Tonight, that would be Frank Nitti.
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Published by Pro Se Productions, 2011
Paperback, 166 Pages
ISBN-13: 978-1466338135
Product Dimensions: 9 x 6 x 0.4 inches
Shipping Weight: 12.5 ounces