Cinnabon the Flareon is having absolutely none of this nonsense.
They were teetering on a thin shell of solidity beyond which – above, below, and straight out – yawned emptiness. Nothing. Yet indefinably something – colourless, neither light nor dark, pearlescent and nearly opaque, obscurely moving, shifting, curling; indefinably merging, recreating, fading into unimaginable depths like galactic space. Chapter illustration for chapter 14b of Rayfan’s story Piranha. I […]
Blind as a Bat
Finished! I’ve always related to this phrase… without my glasses, I can’t even read the big “E” at the top of the eye chart at the doctor’s. The flowers on this are saffron and eyebright, both plants that help with vision, and the bat is a lesser long-eared bat. I also stuck this on a […]