Give Us Barabbas
1962


Or Up Satan's, It's Your Choice
1964


The Zodiac By God!
1962


Day of Trumpets
1995


The Fourth Trumpet
1995


The Return of Marduk
1996

BIOGRAPHY
Written by Dayle Hazelwood

Frank Bruno was born March 22, 1925 on a ranch fifty miles south of Tombstone, Arizona. As a child he suffered from severe asthma. Spending his days indoors he found refuge in drawing. This was a time when America was in the grips of a crushing depression. Even a scrap of paper was scarce. To provide him with drawing paper, his mother, always a source of encouragement, and a great improviser, would collect used papers from butcher shops, wash the blood off, and dry them under a blazing Arizona sun. A new supply of paper would spark marathon drawing sessions lasting throughout the entire day. Obsessed in the military, it was always scenes of war, aircraft, ships, ground troops fighting, marching supply columns--every conceivable scenario, covering every square inch of paper. Two months after Pearl Harbor, he was able to sneak past a physical exam and enlist in the US Navy. Bruno views the war years as the only time in his life when he felt truly alive. Before his eighteenth birthday, he had crossed the international dateline four times, the equator seven times, and stepped over the dying homeless lying on the beetle nut-stained sidewalks of Bombay, India 1947: armed with a GI bill, he attempted to get an education in art, but was deemed untalented and refused admission by two of Los Angeles' most prestigious art schools, Art Center and Chenourd. He now sees this as the best thing that ever happened to him. After college, he was employed by the Southern Pacific Railroad. Then began a nine-year period of studying art through correspondence courses and books--hundreds of books. He considers one book, now out of print, Creative Illustrations by Andrew Loomis, as the greatest instruction book ever written. Now proficient enough to find employment in art, he began his career as a commercial artist--a career that took him between paste-up to illustrating magazine and science fiction covers, and from a dusty army fort on the Mexican border to the admiral's office in Washington, D.C. After fifteen years, a growing realization emerged. Surely he hadn't been sent to earth for this! Turning his back on a successful career, one he had worked so hard to achieve, he returned to the wilderness from which he had come. He now resides as a sole resident in a turn-of-the-century hotel in Douglas Arizona. When asked why he has again buried himself in the desert, far from the action, he states "this is where the small, still voice of God can be heard. God, you know, has always put men he wants to use into the wilderness." Then, laughingly, he confesses, "I must really be a slow learner. Moses, with forty years, used to hold the record until I came along." But Bruno has a serious side. He sees a world hurtling into a period of unparalelled destruction and profound evil, when even the gates of hell are to swing open. During this time the earth will experience astronomical phenomena on a scale unimaginable, universe in convulsions, and earth unrecognizable! In Isaiah, one finds a tantalizing clue that only one percent of the earth's six billion humans may survive the Great Tribulation--a seven-year period when God will totally turn the earth over to man. Scriptures clearly indicate God must cut these seven years short, less no life be left on earth. Bruno feels he was called back into the wilderness by God to fulfill his destiny, to be a modern-day watchman. Today in the world there are many watchmen calling out to different groups. He, too, has a small group, in the art world, to whom he is calling out. Bruno says "Like the watchmen of biblical times, we are perched atop the city walls, peering out into the dark night. Looking, listening for any signs of approaching danger, to call out and to alert those asleep in the city below. If for some reason we fail to do our job and they are slain, then their blood will be on our hands. "Today I call out with my paintings—they are my voice. Not as strong or commanding as I wish, they stutter and tremble—even unintelligible at times. Yet, they call out a warning. I see danger—awake! It's terrible, it's horrible, it's almost here! This is why my spirit was sent to earth. This is the job God has given me. This is the job I must do, so my hands will be free of your blood."

BOOKS

The End is Near! Roger Manley. Illustrated. Bio.