English:

The Well of the Wolves is a graphic novel project written by Matt Kemp (Kid Hyena) & David Finch and edited by Maria Moreno (Kid Hyena).

The completed story will also be accompanied by an album with songs related to the book.

It is the story of Finn and a group of peasants that live in a dystopian future under the rule of the tyrannical Company. Work, religion and Chess are their sole occupations; everything else is a punishable crime. Discovering an ancient set of studio masters from a band will inspire a rebellion against the Company by means of artistic emancipation. An epic adventure guided by their will and unseen forces will teach Finn and the other peasants the truth about their deepest ancestry and take them to worlds they never imagined existed. They learn humanity’s destiny is in danger once again. Only art and music can save it.

Español:

'The Well of the Wolves' es el proyecto de una novela gráfica escrita por Dave Rojo y Matt Kemp (Kid Hyena) & Editada por Maria Moreno (Kid Hyena).

La historia vendrá acompañada de un álbum con canciones relacionadas con el libro.

Esta es la historia de Finn y un grupo de campesinos que viven en un futuro distópico, bajo el régimen tirano de La Compañía. El trabajo, la religión y el ajedrez son sus únicas ocupaciones; todo lo demás es un crimen condenable. El descubrimiento de un artefacto antiguo inspira una rebelión contra La Compañía por medios de la liberación artística. Una aventura épica guiada por su voluntad y fuerzas invisibles enseñará a Finn y a los demás campesinos la verdad sobre su linaje más profundo, y les conducirá a mundos que nunca se habían imaginado que podrían existir. Aprenderán que el destino de la humanidad está en peligro una vez más. Sólo el arte y la música lo podrán salvar.
 

This is a challenging project almost into the fourth year and we estimate it may take two more to fully complete. Things have been moving along nicely lately with the bulk of the story written and album songs completed ready to record.
We are looking for help to take the story forwards - if you think you are that person or know somebody who could be, please get in touch!

Primarily we are looking for an artist and anyone with connections in the graphic novel or film industry.

Your help is much appreciated!
Thanks Alot!

A CRACK BETWEEN WORLDS

The moon hangs
Sentient, umbilical, lucid
Tethered out in the abyss
Asleep under diamond shaped stars

The howl of wolves ignites the darkness like outlaws of broken dreams
Unchallenged they ring the bells of the night
A family eternal, running on the fuel of the moons white blood
Like a great celestial disobedeance to the fantasies of corrupt men

A moving manifesto of rebellion on the edge of survival they push against the antlers of man
This pathfinder traverses realms between the oppressed and the resurgent
Clawing back the broken sky with desert sized lungs
Tearing at the innards of justice

Prowling over black tears with primal eternal will
The wolf is forever mobilized without democratic flaw
A guardian of conciousness, vision and liberty
Breathing in a myriad of moments woven from the truths of the stars
With great untamed desire they shape their world, yours and mine

What the night delivers, pounds deep in their hearts
Like burning fires of resistance in the eternal thrum of the seasons
Aware to the mystery unfolding in the lavender of the mind
They know winters river will carry all away and only the well will remain

The well sits omnipresent
Like a great flame of suns
What we were and always will be
A memory of things to come
A distant murmur of galaxies and the shedding of cosmic dust
A bow of history, endless, nameless, foreboding, true
An ancient place that knows no maker
Where the tides of the moon brought the earth to shape
A devourer of shadow and an incandescent showpiece of dreams laden with stories and song
A serpent emergent,quenching instinctual & intuitive thirst
The wolves stand before it - proud and loyal
It's water replenishes their starlit minds

A hummingbird’s joy fills the nature of their being
Rich in the understanding that justice is a rose that stems beyond the halls of man
Hunting in a crack between worlds, this fire dog of the ages leaps in the lament of the rain, churning in the will of the well
With a ferocity forever undiminished, carnal slaves to the bulbos desires that burn through the heart
hear them tread rabid and thunderous underfoot in the wishing tree of lanterns
& with a thousand eyes they will hunt until the oak leaves fall crisply and the autumn calls in the days of sun

With tribal veins each vehicular beauty stalks a scent in the harbouring mist
Piercing and probing the fragments of orions sky for signs of prey or weakness
Listen....You can hear them
They are means to yourself & they never left you behind