“I know I appear to you as a sweetmeat, mighty Bashet, Queen of the River Ia, but if you allow me to pass, I will bring you an army, led by one far fatter than I, upon which you might feast.”Continue reading “Padeb Cuts a Deal”
Heroes have deaths. In fact, sometimes it’s the crux of their whole story, per Le Morte D’Arthur. And, like so many myths, they’re inconsistent. Did Herakles die? Or did he ascend to Mt. Olympus? It depends on who you ask and what their interest is in the answer.Continue reading “Demise of the Gulabadam”
There were many ways this story could have gone. You know one already.Continue reading “Galil and the Gudabadam”
The Earthen Firmament was born from the passionate union of the Sky and the Waters of the Underworld. Their love cries we remember now as the Language of Names.Continue reading “The Age of Giants”
The Dzung live to the north of the center of the world, in the cruel mountains and vast, unknown high plains beyond.
The Dzung people live far to the north of the center of the world on the mountains that form the border to the high plains. They are nomadic and broken into many tribes, but all answer to the wielded of Zujabji, the ancestral spearhead of their chiefs.
My upcoming story, City of the Worm King, features the sexy, sensitive, and perhaps misled character, Buejad. It was my pleasure to have him model for me a couple of weeks ago here in my studio.
It’s gotta be rough, being a centuries-dead hero of legend, struggling from the waters of the underworld, swimming through a literal sea of the dead, only to find out that you’re coming back as the lackey of an underage necromancer.
An illustration from my upcoming story, City of the Worm King. Up in the bow, you can see probably the best picture we’ll ever get of the traveler’s face. He doesn’t like for people to remember who he is, and I’ll respect that wish of his.