I’m going to see if I can start up some posting with updates and (hopefully relatively brief) thoughts and reflections on writing. I’d like these to stand out from the ongoing fiction I’m posting. To that end, I’m going to play around with fonts and colours. These life updates won’t be regular. It’ll largely depend…
Fair Upon the Tor #18 (updates Mondays)
“Oh, it’s not all so terribly perilous as that. The maze-walking is mostly ceremonial, you see. A representation of the twisting path of life. It’s easy, really. We’ve all done it. I did it, when I was much younger. There is only one entrance, true, but the maze has many out-ways. Much as does life….
Illustration 008 (updates Thursdays)
In a bit of a rush with things at the moment, so, it’s just some trees with faces from the sketchbook today.
Fair Upon the Tor # 17 (updates Mondays)
“Yes, yes, holding a favour over you, but really? You must think me some sort of monster. I have no desire to extract any kind of horrid recompense.” He sighed. “For a wizard in my position, well, it is always useful to have a few favours up one’s sleeve. That is all.” He looked past…
Illustration 007 (updates Thursdays)
Another attempt at getting Fetch looking right. So far I’m not having much luck with the little shadow demon, but this is maybe getting closer to what I have in my head: just a mass of shadows that is protean, and constantly shifting from something a little more like to cat into an otter and…
Fair Upon the For #16 (updates Mondays)
It wasn’t hard to shadow along after the little old magician. Even if he had looked her way, the crowd would have done a good job of hiding her. She watched him furtively, through gaps in the milling people. At a crossways in the market, Fafmuir stopped, cast a hard glance around himself and seemed…
Illustration 006 (updates Thursdays)
With a huff he walked over to his cupboard of petty treasures, opened in and rummaged inside. At the back he found an old sword, made of pattern-welded bronze and cut with runes. It was as much an antique as a useful weapon, but it was the best piece of blade he had. Now… now……
Fair Upon the Tor #15 (updates Mondays)
“Drossel,” she said, taking the biscuits. She sniffed them, and the hot waft of air made the inside of her mouth water. “Smells good,” she said. “Drossel, eh? North of here. I’m born and raised in Bernoth, me’self. These are a tradition in Bernoth.” She indicated the biscuits with a nod. “Hot Bernoth knobs. Best dainty…
Illustration 005 (updates Thursdays)
Dapplegrim
Fair Upon the Tor #14 (updates Mondays)
Standing up suddenly had perhaps not been the best idea. Caewen realised this as she swayed a little. She was dizzy. The drink was stronger than she had thought. “I need to apologise again,” she held herself steady, struggling to keep words together as her head pulsed with the thud of her own blood. “Your…