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…
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…
Landscapes! I apologize for the lateness of this post. I had it ready to go last week, but became to distracted by IRL matters that I forgot to make a simple post. In effect, last week’s page is now this[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Late posting on the same day, because I thought I had already scheduled this page. Oops. My bad.
Only now as I post this page to the site do I realize I have neglected to draw Bridget, the librarian pixie. She usually hovers around Brian’s shoulder (they’re an item, in a Great Dane dates a Tea Cup Poodle[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Just in time for spring — a tale of harsh winter storms.
It’s not easy being a squirrel. I apologize for missing last week’s update. I had a few personal life stuff to deal with and ran out of time. But I should be back on track as of today. Thanks for[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
You can never be too prepared. But sometimes you can’t prepare at all.
I’m assuming the cinematic oeuvre of Martin Scorsese is as popular among the Fae as it is among humans for all the usual good and problematic reasons.
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