Exclusive: Cover compensation by Anderson against the death of Anna Smith Spark

The exceptionally talented Grimdark author Anna Smith Spark, who writes in the world of judge Dredd? Anderson against death Jumped onto our reading list in the second we heard about it. What a great combination. We are very happy to bring you an exclusive cover coverage of Anna's latest work to wake up your appetite when Anderson against death will be published on September 23 by Rebellion.

Set early 2102, Anderson against death is the story of Psi-Judge Cassandra Anderson. Anderson sacrificed herself to catch the spirit of the terrible judge and thought of him in her thoughts when her co -judge Joe Dredd enveloped her into an impenetrable polymer. Her comatose corporation was placed in a place of honor in the famous hero hall of the Ministry of Justice in order to be remembered forever for their great victim.

For eighteen months she caught Lain and shared her grave with the monster that she defeated. For eighteen months, an epic battle raged silently in the skull of the PSI judge, between her and an old avatar of hatred and decay.

So here it is:

Exclusive coverage of Anderson against the death of Anna Smith Spark

We don't just bring you the cover revealed Anderson against deathWe also have a piece of Smith Spark about what it meant to bring you this excited novel.

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When I was seven years old, I was driven to school every day by my friend Bens. Ben had an older brother at the secondary school, who was a massive judge -Dredd fan, and every day of school for a year I stared at his school books, who dealt with in sketches from Dredd, the judge's badge, the 2000AD logo, as simply the coolest things that I had ever seen. I would see the comic in The Newsagent when we bought sweets on Saturdays, the violent, crazy cover art, Look, it's the guy from Luke's art folder, how great is he? A few years later, my father bought problems from junk shops, market stalls, school festivals -Grud, those old days when junk shops and jumble sales sold stacks of old comics and magazines and did not exist the idea of ​​the volumes collected. Of course, you have never received a complete run from a story, only the episodes 2, 4 and 5 of the six of the six. Years later, they may stumble in episode 1 and finally have the facility on a story that they remembered vaguely, but they never ended when they have accepted Ol 'JD. And although (because?) They were incomplete and tortured and yellow with age and often missing whole key sites, I loved the aesthetics and the stories. [Any joker who suggests this incoherence may have influenced my own writing will be cubed].

So 2000AD affected my letter technically before I ever read a copy, and when I started reading it, I was very shaped. Not quite a fangirl things, it rather summarizes a very large part of my childhood. And so the person and the writer I have become. When I think of my childhood, I see my mother's silk scarves, street parties in the waste space, cats that are stretched by the gas fire, the William Morris wallpaper in my parents' bedroom, the cherry playground in beautiful Rosa Bloom … and judge Dredd.

I remember very strongly, at maybe ten years and wondered how much fun it has to be to write and want to long to write yourself.

2000AD was Grimmdark before the term existed. The wonderful mix of left-wing politics, high cultural joke and artificial humor. The grottity of everything! Absurd Ott violence! I loved Slaine (Oh, I still love Slaine, at least in my pleasure loop top 5). I loved nemesis the witch champions (top three?). The vast majority of I was in love and lust and lust and amazement in the happy, happy, friendly, humane, admitted judge Cass Anderson, Debbie Harry, on a motorcycle with a heart made of gold, deep intelligence and a deeper sympathy for the knitted nightmare world in which she lives. And the really bloody, weird undead superfid supradimensional super villains The Dark Richter. I read Shamballa And felt pity with Anderson as the only reasonable person in … possibly the entire comic. I read and read again necropolis And Judge death lives In a kind of dazzling “people can write like this?” Fiever dream.

We spent a lot of time on Dartmoor and built up a good collection of Devonshire skulls. That always let me think of love sweet mortis. And Mortis, I assume, always let me think about being on dartmoor with old family fans.

When I later said more years when I later told me the chance to write the official judge Anderson against judge Death Roman … it was how … how … it wasn't actually something. It was literally a childhood dream that became true. Just to see this cover to see my name next to these words, these pictures does Anderson look like the hottest coolest blonde, which has ever completed a judgment. Death looks widely widespread. My Dokkin 'name !!!!

I had more fun writing this book when judge Dredd might be considered legal and would play around with shape, structure, languages ​​and snot jokes. To be honest, it felt like something I was born to write [see In The Shadow of Their Dying, see the three page grammar-butchering butchery death! scenes in Empires of Dust]. But it was also the most difficult thing I have ever written, my responsibility for my childhood to destroy myself on me. I spread my dreams under my feet; / Kicks quietly because I step my dreams. I can see how the Tipex scribbles on Luke's art folder flashed in front of my eyes when I wrote the novel, I saw it overlaid in every word when I was tapping.

I hope I did justice to you.

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