16-Knives at Night

  We were already running when a sentry shouted the alarm. More torches followed the first and the carriage started to smoke and burn. I drew my knives and saw blades flashing in Quill’s hands as we charged—barefoot—back toward the camp. Men ran toward the burning carriage, themselves just silhouettes against the dying campfires. “It’s…

book dress

Practicing with the inktense, and markers, and metallic.

intense

Inktense on gesso. It’s almost like paint.

Destrier

I’ve been trying to practice layering with ink pencils, and also mixing media more often.

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas from Zare and the rest of the Galharim. The Legend will be taking the next two weeks off fore the holidays. May God bless your days with peace and joy. See you in the new year.

the badlands job

“Remember that time we had to cross a wasteland?” “You mean the one with man-eating lizards the size of a horse…why?”  

that one job

That job we’ll always refer back to. It was exotic. It was risky. It was when we stopped lying to ourselves. It’s also when you made me wear that ridiculous dress. #hoopskirtjob

Nelia of Legend

I was in a mood for bold strokes of color, and ended up drawing three cover art concepts. This one is for the River Rebellion. I have this sort of idea that Zare’s swath of white from the Cymerie River will become her trademark in this war.