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Glen Osterberger

An orcish fellow holds a golden ring close to his face.
Robin Hood and Little John stand in the woods.
A asian warror rests his sword on his shoulders.

The age of the pulp hero is making the transformation from living memory to mythology, thanks — in part — to a new generation of creative visionaries. Glen Osterberger is one such man. I doubt Glen was alive in the 1930’s, but his hard-edged heroes will transport you back to that time of femme fatales and two-fisted justice.

Mr. Osterberger can also take you much further back to distant, exotic lands of eastern sorcery and swordplay, then hurtling forward to gleaming adventures in space. Honestly, there’s no telling where you might end up — but rest assured it’ll be an entertaining ride!

Written by in July of 2006. Last edited September 2014.

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