It came out in a whisper. “What am I for?”
"Excuse me, Lady?" Musa said.
Fire shook her head. “Nothing.” She took a step closer and pulled off her headscarf. Her hair slid down, shimmering. One of her guards gasped.
She was fully as beautiful as Cansrel. Indeed, she was very like him.
Behind her Brigan entered the great hall suddenly and stopped. In the mirror their eyes met, and held. It was clear he was in the middle of a thought or a conversation - one that her appearance had interrupted completely.
It was so rarely he held her eyes. All the feeling she’d been trying to batter away threatened to trickle back.
- p.220 Fire, by Kristin Cashore
I really love this book. Fire’s power is such an interesting burden.
I’m really sorry guys. I’ve spent 10+ hours trying to get this fixed over the past few days. Finally got the solution, but it took a few hours for my computer to update and reboot.
Page 8 will be up tomorrow (technically later today, Wednesday), and page 9 will be posted on Friday. :)
If you ever need some extra firepower, just ask your sisters.
[Edit: updated with the right version. Sorry about that!]
Some sketches from the last few weeks.
The goddess, whose heart and womb had both been stricken, took the blades for herself and turned her body into armor. She grew flowers in the stead of her children, and carried a crown of rain, to wash away the blood.
I literally named this file “sword thing i guess.” I’m a huge nerd.