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Investigating what happens when magic collides with the real world
Her Borrowed Grave
As you can see, I like to draw my characters.
It all starts with a Prophetic Tapestry
"A lady, woven large in consequence, with celestial sun-gold hair,
And eyes brighter than diamonds set in the heavenly, nocturnal tapestry.
Gripping a spindle in her right hand. Three fates feed thread into her work.
One line of linen so long, it coiled thrice times around the feet of the fates.
Myriad minor maids sat enslaved by the lady’s learning.
Left hand extended to a warrior, woven in equal consequence with the woman,
His spear raised to strike a sly and savage serpent."
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