Their world is collapsing, slowly, through time, space and all Realms. They have but one hope-a Key. ‘Your eyes are green,’ Sam stated blankly. ‘I know.’ Zinkx turned aside. ‘They’re not my eyes.’ Zinkx Maz, a young battle-weary Messenger, is searching for the Key. No one knows what the Key is; a guide or a weapon. The only thing known for certain is that it is a chance for survival in the war against the Dragon. Along his journey Zinkx stumbles across a strange Kelib woman and together they are…
*squeeee* *dance* Key is up on The Book Depository! I am so excited. Still no cover image, but all the other fabulously important stuff is there, so, have to wait for the shiny cover image.
And I started to walk
Pretty soon I will run
And I’ll come running back to you
'Cause I followed my star
And that’s what you are
I’ve had a merry time with you
The continued adventures of ‘Works In Progress’ while Kylie is very unwell with migraine. Finished Borukoshu today — who is Sam’s Negative Parent. I dearly love Borukoshu, and for all of Hazanin’s faults, personally, I too would have gone mad having to hunt down my partners scattered soul knowing that part of him still lived hidden away and I would never be able to see him or our one, single child. Sacrifices.
I finally decided on a background, and hopefully it will turn out alright. Going for a stained-glass themed image of Hazanin Ra back in the Great Migration of the Zaprex Empire. I figured that would be kind of nice, to put in a bit of history.
Work in Progress - well - Sami part way finished (just his boots to go, I have yet to find the right style of spectator boots that I like for him, fix later), and the full image with Borukoshu and the background I am still working on. It seems that whenever I have a migraine for a couple of days I draw. Which is good I suppose. No use writing because I can’t — to drugged up and to nauseated. It’s awful. I’ve cried a lot.
But, I can draw. Drawing is good.
So here is Sami as he is in Chapter 2 and Chapter 5 of Key: Book One of Chronicles of the Children. If you have read the novel then this is the ‘home-spun gown of blue’ — I have actually based it on the old Victorian era little girl dresses. Chapter 2 and Chapter 5 I wanted to have an ever so slight ‘steam-punk’ feeling, since the Zaprex Empire decayed from their wonderful glory days into this shambled together litter on the bottom of a toxic ocean.
There is a big coat that goes with this costume— I’ll draw Sam in it as well. This is actually the costume Sam wears for pretty much half of Key.
Much to my great amusement I have found myself rewriting the beginning chapters of Book 2 — Protectors. Not that I mind, I’m rather enjoying it. This is the beginning, Chapter 1, and I decided to go for something different — I went with a POV of a character who has nothing to do with the main-plot but who is later picked up on way down the line in a sub-plot. An Air Elemental, or a Simoon (where does the name come from — here — and later in the novel you’ll meet the Great Khamsin — I decided to use references back to Earth since Humans/Zaprexes named these Elementals with their own language when they arrived upon Livila. Elementals do have their own names, but unless an Elemental has fallen into the Primary Realm, they cannot ‘speak’ in a manner to communicate to a mortal.)
I was having a ton of trouble trying to figure out how to follow on from Book 1 until this scene came to mind and well, I really hope it works. I’ll scribble all over it more, but for now, it’s a draft.
By the way — Spoilers if you actually haven’t read Book One…yeah…ah…don’t read if you don’t want too ruin the ending of KEY.
And if you want to read Key — you can buy it on Amazon — currently the price is amazing! No seriously. Its $15.54 for a 500 page book…LOL
Anyway, if you do read — tell me what you think, and enjoy! :D
New blog post up on my website about the first stages of an illustration. Thought it would be fun to track the picture as I went along :D
If you have the desire to kill someone, throw something that a cat has sprayed on at them — I can assure you, it will do the job.
*goes and dies*
Stupid neighborhood CATS! This is my house, my cats house, leave us alone! Gahhh!
I would be really grateful if you could please remove yourself so I could do stuff.
Your unfortunate host.
This weekend my Dad and I are travelling to see my grandparents, who run a nursery of native Australian plants, and we’re going to help them at the local markets. We’ll be selling plants to help raise money for the Philippines.
Our contact there is working himself to death running with the teams going out to the devastated areas to hand out food. They had 800 families turn up the other day, and they only had food for 100 families. ^^;
I am really hoping the orphans we support in the shanties are all okay, it is very difficult not knowing how everyone is. Hearing all the stories makes me terribly upset I cannot jump on a plane and rush over to help.
Not that I think my parents would let me, considering the armed men who hold up the conveys and shoot everyone who are only trying to get food and water to dying people.
Dear newspaper, please report that tomorrow.
I am the only one in my family who has not been to the Philippines — due to my health. Someday, maybe. I have always wanted to paint murals with the shanty-children! I think that would be so much fun! :D
So, hopefully we sell lots of plants! Yay!