A small, silent and mutual regard teased out between the two of them then, but it twisted upon itself and became uncomfortable. Caewen felt self-conscious. She looked away, down at her feet, at the wet, dewy grass and the places where the night’s spiderwebs lay like jewelled nets over it. When she had gathered her…
Author: Hob Goodfellowe
Illustration 14 (updates Thursdays)
Just a monochromatic watercolour pencil sketch today.
Fair Upon the Tor #25 (updates Mondays)
“In what way are you evil?” she said, putting playfulness into her tone. “Do not ask questions that will lead to unpleasant answers,” said Samarkarantha. “One way that we restrain the demons of the heart is to play our own little mind games, ignore the tempting voices, pretend the words are weak, or bare whispers…
A Dragon Made of Madman
So a friend of mine has taken a bunch of my novels (published and unpublished) and trained a neural network on them to see what it would turn out. The results vary from incomprehensible word salad to quite a decent parody of me, to (sometimes) quite lovely leaps of phrase. Here’s some selections. The soldiers…
A Library in Faerie
I stumbled across this pin and related pins just now. There’s a lot of very beautiful books here. I’ll paste a few of my favourite designs/titles below, but I think I’ll have to come back to this page and hunt up some of these titles. An awful lot of old books are now available via…
Fair Upon the Tor #24 (updates Mondays)
Caewen slept late, awaking groggy, unsure, and squinting against the light. The morning sun suffused the roof of the tent, setting the ivory and off-red fabric alight, like stripes of white and red forge metal, glowing. Her eyes felt gritty with sleep. She yawned as she got to her elbows, looking around. Everyone else had…
Illustration 013 (updates Thursdays)
Just a sketch from the sketchbook today. Although this sketch predates the Clay-o-the-Green books, this is somewhat close to how I imagine the white writhen that come into the story in A Charm for the Nameless Child (book 4, work in progress).
Fair Upon the Tor #23 (updates Mondays)
The lightning that broke the grey sky was more of a dead yellow than silver. Each brilliance cracked and flickered further off, sneaking away behind ridges of hilltops as the storm passed into the westward and south. The rain that had poured for several hours diminished, faltered and ceased. Yet, for a long while afterwards,…
By way of apology
It doesn’t look like I’ll have an illustration up for last Thursday. My excuses are divided three ways and evenly among new parenthood, a fairly heavy lecturing load last week, and ‘scheduled maintenance’ on the host servers, which seemed to shut down my ability to post for most of the week. By way of offering up…
Fair Upon the Tor #22 (updates Mondays)
“Wise words from savage mouths,” said Pel, softly. She eased up with the roughness of her fingertips. The rain threshed over the tent roof. The cooling embers gave away a little more of their ruddy light and deep soft shadows grew. “I was a happy child. My home is away in the east, past the…