By the time Dapplegrim returned, the boy had managed to get Caewen wrapped in a blanket. Fleat was dabbing water on her brow and whispering quiet words, whilst the boy looked on with worry. She was febrile to touch, the heat radiating off her flesh. Intermittently, waves of shivering passed up and down her body….
Yet another preschool bug
Just a post to let you know that we’ve been hit by another couple preschool bugs. I’m hoping to do some posting either later today or tomorrow, though we’ll see how it goes.
A Charm for the Nameless Child #48
The late afternoon had long since got onto dusk, and the evening light was itself settling into shadows. She stood, uncertainly, whilst holding out a hand to steady herself against the steep hollow where she had been resting. The boy went to her and caught her other hand. Her grip felt weak, almost tenuous. “Caewen?”…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #47
“There!” said the boy in a harsh whisper. As he pointed, he could see the tip of his own finger trembling. “I see it,” snarled Dapplegrim. “You’re eyesight has improved. And your hearing. How’d that happen then?” “Not sure,” he answered, with a shrug. He kept his eyes focused out into the darkness of the…
New Cover Work
I’ve been playing around with creating some covers for The King who Sings in Winter that are a bit more reminiscent of the Old Dark Things cover that seems to have been well-liked. Here are some basic mock-ups of what I have so far. I think I’m reasonably pleased with these…. although I just noticed…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #46
They were less wary, now that they’d seen the boggart turn and go. As they went, they merely spoke quietly rather than whispering. The boy said, “There was a dream, while I was asleep. There were things in the dream. I don’t know… a shadow that was slinking around. I think it wasn’t really a…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #45
It was terrifying. Every second that passed was a moment that he was sure a boggart was about to reach down, unexpectedly out of the darkness, and fall upon him with outstretched claws. He imagined the beast picking him up by the nape of his neck and shaking him as hard as a chook in…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #44
Of course, the boy had heard of boggarts and their ilk. Once even, in Wurmgloath, he had seen a dead bogle, brought in by a hunter who had filled the beast with arrows. And he’d seen what remained of the boggart that had been turned to moss-and-stone in the witch’s garden. But he had never…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #43
“Looking for you,” hissed the boy. He’d meant it to be a whisper, but it had come out as an angry shrillness instead. He forced his voice quieter. “And the others,” he added with a touch more caution, and a touch less indigence. Fear was underlying his sudden anger, he realised. It had been frightening…
A Charm for the Nameless Child #42
He was suddenly and awfully and painfully awake. It seemed as if the noises of the air and the glimmer of the moonlight on blades of grass and the small flecks of glowing embers were all powerfully strong in his eyes and ears and mind. He could even smell sharply. Everything smelled: the wet night-earth,…