A new chapter, a new cover. Eventually when I get this to print, I will use these covers to divide the chapters. Their style has changed over the years, reflecting different moods and settings I want to establish.
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All the Cures That Ail Us — Page 32
So ends the sixth chapter. The next chapter will start pretty soon, because the cover and the first page are already in the bag. I have been so busy at work I have been delayed in posting finished pages here.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Many thanks to Celtic folklore for establishing puddles as portals between the lands of the fae and the human. It makes for a handy storytelling device. Of course, it doesn’t account for the time differences between the two realms, but[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Back in 2018 when I started this story, my youngest child still identified as a boy. In the last three years, however, she has slowly come to identify as a woman. Like for many trans and genderqueer folks, this was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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The pronoun discrepancy in panel 4 is no typo. Tune in for next week’s page update to see how that develops. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: Dagda scrutinizes Owen, who looks nervous. DAGDA: Hm. Mm-hm. Yes. I see. Human? OWEN: Yes, uh,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Let sleeping gods lie. As Pooka should know from his Mythopedia entry he’s a heavier player than one you can summon merely for a warding spell. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: Pooka hands Owen a coin. POOKA: Here, I’ll show ya. Owen,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Okay, I admit … I am pretty happy with how that first panel turned out. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: The entrance to the Red Cap’s Bog, marked by a weather beaten sign and a trail marked by wooden planks leading into[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Everyone could use a sneaky bastard on their side once in a while. ↓ TranscriptPanel 1: Duncan puts the blade of his ax to Geach’s throat, Geach backed up against a tree. DUNCAN: My scythe?! Where is it? Speak, or[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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