Archetypes are a thing. Stories are wonderful things.
I drew a big red puppy. Hew is a cutie, for sure. Nearly full grown, but still very much a puppy.
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.
I blinked. “He’s…your son? But…Hess said…” I trailed off. The rakish twinkle returned fully to the King’s eyes and he finished his tea, watching and waiting for me to understand. A blush crept up my cheeks. “But that means, you and Hess…she’s your…are you still…?” I was far more flummoxed by this than I…
“Remember that time we had to cross a wasteland?” “You mean the one with man-eating lizards the size of a horse…why?”
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
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.
A’rora is different from Zare. She is the inheriting royal, she is queenly. Which isn’t to say she isn’t also formidable.
The more I write in the River Rebellion, the more of this story I learn. You might get it someday. I know I post about it often, but that’s because there is an absolutely outrageous dress and a massive headdress and veil. Such things are fantastic fun to imagine.
The Eight city, the one that Narya Magnifique wiped off the map, controlled the source of the mighty Bandui River. It was a spectacular city, with mines and waterways and culture. And plumed helmets. Because that’s just awesome.