Dead men had such a difficult time staying dead in this realm, Haywood thinks savagely. "Spectres are not meant to take the throne," he spits, fingers clenching into fists.
"And neither are false gods," The voices echo back, though the phantom remains silent, watching. "Yet, by your laws of gold and treachery, the crown should be mine.”
“Rest easy, comrade. You’re off the clock now. Your shift is over.”
Hello, hello, hello and welcome to the latest edition of Peril In Panels*, this time we’ll be taking on the daunting task of discussing the webcomic Dead Winter by Dave Shabet,
a delightful romp through the zombie apocalypse. My name is Jonathan Kruschack and I’ll once again be your guide to all things comics. I’ll be doin’ my…