Rob Simpson, an old friend whom I’d originally met at DC Comics, had just become an editor for Darkhorse’s book imprints and was laying a feast of great science fiction and fantasy licenses out in front of me. Being the glutton that I am, I filled up three big, mouth-watering plates.
The first was an assignment to write an Aliens book. My idea was to pick up where the last movie had left off, hanging on to the characters established therein and adding a few new ones. Also, I wanted to clear up a mystery that had been established in the beginning of the very first Aliens flick. The result was Aliens: Original Sin.
The second was an effort to re-establish the Wolf Man franchise, the one in which Larry Talbot, the protagonist (played by Lon Chaney Jr.), had been killed by his father (played by Claude Rains). Fortunately, no one is dead forever — as you’ll see in The Wolf Man: Hunter’s Moon.
My third plate was heaped high with Predators — those cuddly killers who had appeared in not only a couple of movies but also a set of prior novels. I had barely embarked on this assignment when I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew and would never be able to finish on time. Enter Bob Greenberger, who was kind enough to supply me with a great first draft of Predator: Flesh and Blood. I massaged it a bit and sent it off to Rob, still dripping with the vital fluids of the Predators’ victims.