Dain remained dumb as he watched the princess walk back through the moonslight toward the prow. He repeated her last words silently to himself. ‘Failure has a way of preparing us for victory.’
(Pssst… ‘moonslight’ is not a typo above, there are three moons in this world.) 🌙🌙🌙
THREE WEEKS LEFT until release day!!! WOOT WOOT! 🎉📚🎉 My arms were still not well enough to create a painting for today’s countdown quote, 😞(maybe next week), but I’d say these #princessileana cosplays from @macaylacarlene are a pretty AMAZING consolation prize! 😱😍🤤 Gah, she’s beautiful!!!
Still three weeks left to preorder the TMS paperback and receive free art goodies with your order! For those not ready for a physical book, #themaidenship ebook is available on Amazon! 😁
My firstborn was only three months old when I developed the story of The Maiden Ship. That was twenty-one years ago. The book didn’t get far back then because the demands of a new marriage, a new child, and so many other life callings forced me to set the story aside. It wasn’t until 2018 that I revisited The Maiden Ship. And that decision was brought on by several major life events: a mix of chronic health struggles, my firstborn leaving home for college (don’t let anyone ever tell you it’s easy when your children leave home—it is not), and a severely injured drawing arm. Art has always been my lifeline, and when my arm went, and that privilege was taken from me, a bout of depression inevitably followed. It was a tough season, and I was desperate for a creative outlet. I needed something to keep me sane amidst the chaos and pain.
So, I wrote.
Typing with my non-dominant hand took some getting used to. The process was arduous, and sometimes I used dictation when the pain was too severe. Yet, word by word, this book saved my life. This tale gave me a reason to wake up each day; it gave me a purpose. I am so thankful for this story.
I poured so much of my own personal life journey and lessons into this novel, and I’m hopeful that the premise and messages in this story will speak to the hearts of those who read it. <3
“After a few months of practice, David lamented to his teacher, “But I can hear the music so much better in my head than I can get it out of my fingers.”
To which the Master replied, “What makes you think that ever changes?” “ ~ Art & Fear by David Bayles & Ted Orland
Yesterday I posted a portrait of my character, Sable, on IG and I hated it. I tried hard to convince myself to like it, but I couldn’t do it. She just did not look the same way she did in my head. It maddened me. I deleted it. And then today I started all over again. The portrait you see here is my fourth attempt at Sable. That’s right, yesterday was my third. She has been down right obstinate, and nearly impossible to capture.
If you are a creator, then I bet you too have faced this kind of frustration. Our vision rarely fits our execution. It’s like the image in our mind’s eye gets twisted, mucked up, and lost in translation. On rare occasions it manages to work out, but for the most part it’s much like Picasso said, “I begin with an idea, and then it becomes something else.”
Now, we can do one of three things with this experience; we can simply give up, we can try again (and again, and again in my case), or we can just accept what Picasso calls “something else” and move onto the next creation. Nowadays, option two and three is where I usually land, but in the past I have given up. I don’t recommend it. It’s important to realize that our vision (the picture in our head) is, as the Master said to his student above, always going to exceed our abilities. And, in the end, this is NOT a bad thing. Without this vision we would never improve. The vision pushes us beyond ourselves. It asks greater things of us each time we create. While we strive to reach it, we grow. And growth is good.
Am I completely satisfied with how Sable came out today? That’s a good question. Maybe… She’s a bit better, I think… Either way, she’s taught me a lot. 😉
Isn’t it amazing how adversity can redirect our path? Most of you know that my drawing arm was severely injured six months ago, and for nearly five of those months I could not create art. It was an immense blow, not only financially, but emotionally. In addition to other chronic health struggles, this injury pushed me to my limits, and for the first couple of months I struggled through a profound depression. Eventually I sought professional counselling services, and for the sake of my mental health, I worked hard towards finding another creative outlet.
It was writing that I steered towards. It was something I could do despite my physical state, I could dictate verbally when the pain was too great, and I could use my good arm to type on the better days. It became a way to get the pictures out of my head without being able to draw them, and it gave me a sense of purpose amidst the suffering.
Years ago, when my children were small, I started a novel called, ‘The Maiden Ship’. However, as work and the demands of life accumulated I set writing aside. After nearly a twenty year relapse I returned to this book, and I returned to it because of adversity. Surprisingly, I managed to finish the novel just as my arm slowly began healing at the five month mark. The book is completed and now in the editing phases. The thing is, if these struggles had not happened to me, I very likely would have never written the book. I would have been too busy making art. (Which is still obviously my favourite thing to do in the world. 😉 )
I know this is the first book I’ve ever attempted on my own, so it’s definitely not going to be a New York Times bestseller, but that was never the point. If, in the end, only three people read it, I’m good with that because, honestly, this novel has already proven it’s worth, it saved me. That’s what makes it special.
All that to say, this is my first drawing related to my new novel, and I promise to share more details about these characters, the synopsis, and the release date soon, but for now, if you’re interested, take a peek at my Maiden Ship story highlight on Instagram to read some quotes and see some character aesthetics. 😘
If you read all the way down to here, then you are my hero, and the truest WHIMSY at heart. You are loved! ❤️
We are so excited (and maybe a little nervous) to share this prologue with you from the first book in our new graphic novel series, Charting Stars. This series will be a set of illustrated graphic style novels with an educational twist. One page will be in a full graphic novel format where readers can see the illustrated panels and read the word bubbles however, the corresponding pages will be printed in a regular novel format. The reader will understand the gist of the plot from the graphic section but if they want to learn more about the story, the setting or the characters they will need to read the corresponding text to delve more deeply. We are hopeful that this style of book will encourage intermediate readers to take the plunge and read more. 🙂
Scroll on down to catch your first glimpse!
Hushed, but not completely silent. The heavy rush of air beating against wings broke the stillness of the early morning, the stars above being the only source of light before the dawn. The ocean below made hardly a sound save for that of the water’s soft rhythmic splash against the wall of rock lining the coast for miles in both directions.
A single figure made itself known to the swaddling darkness. A woman, taller than most men and equally strong, alighted to the edge of the cliff as she folded her prominent wings. The angelic creature glowed of her own accord, her ivory skin radiant beneath the silvery white of her cropped hair, the color shining like starlight to match the snow-white wings at her back. The light from her presence shone gentle and pure, undisturbed by any shadow as she waited for something to come to her from the dark.
For a long while, nothing stirred, not even the woman as she stood like a beacon shining from the rock’s treacherous edge. Hours passed, but there, someone had come to meet her.
She did not need the use of her eyes to recognize the newcomer, her lips softly moving to smile as she let her voice go forth like the mellow ring of a cathedral bell, rich and soothing. “Welcome, Maren. You are earlier than anticipated. I expected you with the dawn. Allow me to assume this is a sign of success?”
“Indeed it is, Jora.”
Another figure joined the angelic creature on the cliff, the young woman being a good two heads shorter than the one called Jora, but matching her in a warrior’s physique. Maren pulled the edge of her crimson hood away from her face to reveal the dark and exotic features beneath, her fiery red hair secured behind her.
The woman’s voice was low like Jora’s, but she spoke in tones more hushed, the mark of a warrior accustomed to keeping her presence a secret. She habitually crossed her arms as she gave her observations, a foreign accent hinting at the edge of each word. “Something is stirring. A new star has formed not but two days ago, yet no one can account for its origin. None of your kind have passed on?”
Jora’s hair swished gently around her face as she shook her head, giving answer without a word as she thought for a few moments in silence before making her careful reply. “No, it is unlike anything we have previously observed. Both earth and sky are restless, but in anticipation of what, we cannot be certain. It is a mystery, one we must unravel, but not yet. There is a reason for all things. We will have our answer in due time.”
Turning to face her companion, Maren’s voice faltered with uncertainty, hinting at her differing opinion. “Are you suggesting that we simply wait?”
Jora’s gaze did not waver, her sights set on a distant star, its glow a foreign presence in the heavens. “I ask that we remain patient for the time being. To do so will ensure that we recognize the proper moment to act. We know too little at present. For now, I must inform the Council of your discoveries. They will find this of great interest.”
Jora raised her wings to their fullest height, the icy blue of her eyes turning their attention to her companion as she dipped her head in a respectful gesture, giving closure to their meeting. “Until tomorrow, Maren. May your path remain clear in dark times.”
Taking a few steps back to allow her winged companion more space, Maren replaced her hood letting the darkness of the early morning obscure her face once more. “Fly safely, Jora.”
Our first book in the Charting Stars series is completed, back from the editor and now I am drawing, drawing, drawing and DRAWING some more. ;P (Actually it’s my favourite thing to do so it’s not so bad – ha ha. :D) The prologue is nearly all drawn and we’ll be sharing it here with you soon – can’t wait to show you!!! In the mean time attached is some newer drawings and concept art that I hope you’ll enjoy. If you’d like to see more daily posts be sure to follow Whimsical on Instagramor on Facebook!
Guess what!? First book is written and headed to the editor! YES!!! Then after that it’s draw, draw, and draw some more! Thought you all might enjoy seeing the edited version of our 1st book cover idea (not set in stone thought – this cover may certainly change), also attached are a few more concept illustrations. In the near future we are also going to share the prologue of our first book, some related short stories set within Charting Star’s Nine Realms and even some free Charting Stars colouring pages! So stick with us!!!
It is amazing how much time it takes to create a new world, write scenes, pull it all together into cohesive illustrations and then edit, edit more and finally print. These things are what we are currently working on here at Whimsical for our upcoming graphic novel series. For me, the between times are full of practicing, and more practicing! As an illustrator it helps me to look ahead and come up with ideas and visual concepts for the series, it especially helps me grind the character designs into my drawing memory. I thought it might be fun to share with you some of the concept drawings I’ve come up with in the past few months around this new world (more to be announced in 2017), I hope you enjoy these! (Oh and if you’d like to see more on a daily basis be sure to follow me on Instagram –> @whimsicalillustration)
Oh and coming up shortly we’ll be posting an illustrated Christmas story special – another opportunity for you to get to know of these characters a little bit more!
We are excited to announce that Whimsical is in the beginning stages of developing a new series of graphic style novels! These novels will be aimed towards pre-teen and teen ages (as well as those who are just young at heart). The novels will be constructed in a half graphic / half traditional novel style. Our hope is to provide the illustrated graphic novel excitement but still emphasize and encourage kids to read. The more they read the text that corresponds to the illustrations, the more depth they’ll receive about the story. We want kids to love reading and our hope is that this style of novel will encourage this! We promise to give you more concrete information on all the details of this project in 2017.
But to whet your appetite my co-creator, Erin Kleveland and I have been having fun drafting and creating the characters for this new series. Attached below are the preliminary character sketches – we hope you enjoy! 😀
Pssst… if you’d like to follow along with us on a more daily level be sure to come join Whimsical on Instagram —> @whimsicalillustration
Drew, master magician and changeling child, don’t let her innocent and seemingly youthful appearance deceive you. She has seen far more years than anyone would guess, her reputation as a skilled handler of magic paving the way for her to be allied with vast and powerful kingdoms. When the plagues of war broke out through all the land, Drew was called upon by many to prove her usefulness in battle, entire armies rising or falling in a single night at her hand. But when the battles had ceased to be waged and the kingdoms had begun to heal, the great magician was nowhere to be found. Some thought her dead, others believed her to be deep in hiding from the countless enemies she had made, but only a few knew the truth. For reasons unknown to most, the Witch of the Nine Realms, as she had been since called, had decided upon a simpler life to suit her, not in hiding, but simply distancing herself from the troublesome kingdoms who would seek to use her again for her power and power alone. Few would even be able to distinguish her in a crowd, Drew’s nearly permanent form being that of an ordinary white cat, clear of scrutiny and prying eyes so that she might live the remainder of her life in the way she would so choose.
Jarrett has been an orphan for as long as he can remember, fending for himself on the streets of a kingdom in the middle of the nine realms. With his charismatic wit and easy-going outlook on life, no one would be the wiser to the hardships his lowly beginnings have afforded him. He will do any and everything to remain feeling useful, putting his street-smarts to use for just about any honest job that will pay in cash. With Jarrett’s personality, he has often found himself making friends with relative ease, his loyalty towards those he puts his trust in nearly unshakable once put into place. In comparison to most of his friendships, his closest attachment is with his squirrel companion, QB, the two having spent years together traveling the realm, going wherever they please, making friends and bonds in any place they find themselves. But despite his vast freedoms, Jarrett has never felt wholly complete, making his way over the world as if in search of what he is missing without the faintest idea of what that “something” could possibly be.
Calystra, daughter of the air thrown back to the earth, one can instantly recognize how greatly she differs from Jora. Though born of the same race, Calystra has never shared the sentiments of her kinsman towards humans, seeing those who live upon the earth as lesser beings, undeserving of the protection her people have always freely offered. Her pride and avarice had long gone unchecked, those leading above her holding firmly to the hope that she would one day shake off such notions, but time alone was enough to force their hand. Upon Calystra’s demands to be granted the star promised her from birth, the council’s attempts to explain how ill-prepared she was for such rights to be granted were met by the girl’s attempts to forcibly acquire what she believed to already be hers. Her punishment was severe. Banished to the earth she despised so poignantly, her powers nearly all stripped from her, the wings Calystra had always been so proud of could no longer bring her higher than the treetops, forcing her into as much of a mortal form as could be done to a child of the air. Wallowing in bitterness and her desire for recompense, most days of Calystra’s confinement to the forests and mountains are greatly spent in idle mischief and the caring of her adopted twin foxes Toss and Lear, simply biding her time until the day her plans for revenge can be realized.
Born of a race quickly receding into legend, Jora belongs to the company of those who take to the air, keepers of the stars and caretakers to all that their light shines upon. Her years are unknown to most, even to those closest to her, Jora’s wisdom and understanding of the world and those which lie beyond the nine realms only a small testament to her disguised age. Just as most of her angelic kind, she is graced by majestic wings which carry her to the sky and across the kingdoms, allowing her to better oversee the care of the people she has long sworn to protect. She does everything with reason and careful thought, her abilities, though more powerful than many can truly understand, never put into use without thought of the price there will always be to pay. Jora’s wise counsel and extensive knowledge have long distinguished her as a leader among her race, but it is her patience and unending compassion which truly set her apart as capable to guide the worlds into harmony and peace.
Upon first glance, Talia is the sort of girl that anyone would consider rather ordinary. Her childhood was a happy one, Talia’s every spare moment spent scribbling over any paper she could get her hands on, the years that followed only furthering her love for expressing her vast imagination through art. Paint or pencil, charcoal or marker, if Talia could think it, she could create it. But of anything she loved to portray, her greatest love was for the night sky. Stars had always fascinated her, Talia’s insatiable curiosity for them earning her the nickname “little star gazer” from her mother. They were a tight-knit pair, Talia and her mother, especially considering that they were all the family each other had. Being a single parent, raising Talia had been an adventure, but never an unwelcome one. Her mother sacrificed a lot for their little family, working hard to put Talia through college. It was a sacrifice that was not about to go overlooked. Talia was determined to perfect her artistic endeavors, hoping that her efforts would someday come to fruition to offer up the life she had always dreamed of for herself and for her mother. But no one, not even Talia herself, could yet understand just how truly extraordinary this ordinary girl was or the incredible destiny that would soon unfold to change her life forever.
Sebastian, prince and heir to his father’s throne in one of the center-most of the nine realms, Bash is a credit to his kingdom. His fierce loyalty, courageous heart, and determined spirit inspire many in their anticipation of the day he will ascend the throne. Trained in the sword from youth, Bash also showed great interest in the bow, his hands clearly skilled in any weapon he so chooses. Despite his father’s discouragement of pursuing archery, the prince spends a majority of every day perfecting the craft through hunting and competition. Well educated, a proficient leader, and adept warrior, though seamlessly able to appear perfectly content, Bash’s happiness is simply the mask he wears. Years of experience has taught him to play the dutiful son and prince rather well, but those closest to him know how greatly he longs after a more normal life, the peasant life.
In a time when most animals are seen only for their ability to be useful to their human friends and masters, a lowly squirrel like QB would easily be overlooked. Playful but a bit aloof at times, friendly yet always wary, QB’s unparalleled loyalty was tried and proven true when his undiscovered potential caught the eye of Jora. It was during the age of bloodshed, a time when the Realms were inundated in the seemingly endless plagues of war. Jora saw a purpose in QB, his inconspicuous presence proving vital to the secretive messages the winged guardian passed between her allies at his hand. Once the fighting had come to an end, Jora did not wish to lose the friendship of her companion, placing him in the path of a young man named Jarrett. She had plans for this street-smart orphan, knowing perfectly how well he and QB would be able to work together. Having felt that he never truly fit in anywhere, QB found new joy for life in his travels with Jarrett, the two sharing many mishaps and trivial adventures together. The two are nearly inseparable now, for theirs is a friendship destined for greatness, the kind one would not expect of those starting from the humblest of origins.
Maren, a warrior by blood and by trade, her fierce determination makes her a dangerous enemy, but a loyal ally. Born in the southern-most lands of the nine realms, she was raised to be a leader and an example to her people like her father before her, but it was not to last. Sent away by the very villages she called home, Maren is determined to regain the respect of her people, working as the eyes, ears, and hands of Jora wherever she is most needed. Even though her skills in a fight should never be underestimated, Maren’s strength lies just as much in her vast knowledge of the realms as it does in any of her physical accomplishments. With both mind and body at work, she is not one to be trifled with.
My friend Erin Kleveland (@treasureplanetjimxzara ) and I have been having a little story time fun lately. I created some character designs and concepts on my Instagram account (@whimsicalillustration) and Erin has whipped up some wonderful stories around them! (I’m deeply grateful to her for all her talent with words!) Thought it might be fun to share what we’ve come up with thus far in terms of text and images – we’d love your feedback on this little idea so please comment below –>>>
The rhythmic step of Jarrett’s boots on the hardened earth paused for a moment as the young man turned his eyes upward to peer through the brief break in the line of seemingly endless trees. There it was. The ocean. He had only ever seen it a handful of times, but the way the golden rays of evening sun now danced on its rippling surface was a sight he had never taken the time to watch. It was breathtaking.
The nearly unnoticeable weight of the companion balancing atop his shoulder now disappeared entirely as the squirrel leapt from his perch to scurry to the top of the closest tree, his little furry head just partly distinguishable once it made its way into the open air again.
Shading his eyes from the sun’s piercing last light, Jarrett let his voice carry up to his friend, hoping that the response he received would be a welcome one. “QB? Are we getting close?”
The squirrel seemed to search the horizon for a brief moment of silence, the reprieve soon broken by his enthusiastic chattering as he came running back down the tree to meet his friend. The creature scrambled over Jarrett’s shoulder to rest atop the young man’s head, attempting to point him in the right direction before leaning slightly upside down to let Jarrett see him nod in eager confirmation.
“Thanks buddy. I’d have never made it this far if I took this trip alone, I know that for sure. Didn’t realize how far out Jora really was. And QB? Thanks for coming. I needed the moral support with this first one. N-Not that I’m afraid of her or anything. She’s just…tall. Really tall.”
The squirrel gave a small chirping chuckle as he moved back down to rest on Jarrett’s other shoulder, knowing full well why they were traveling to spend time with Jora first.
QB’s introduction of Jarrett to his other friends, all girls mind you, hadn’t exactly panned out as he had imagined. Between a few of them nearly tripping over each other at the mere sight of him and another seemingly perturbed in contrast, Jora had been the only one to truly keep her composure through the brief encounter. QB had been, in truth, more than relieved when Jora invited him and Jarrett to spend a day with her, the idea of getting to know the girls one at a time a welcome solution to how the previous event had turned out.
The trees now completely cleared from the path, Jarrett found himself shaking his head a little to regain coherent thought before giving a low whistle in approval. “Well then…A castle.”
The thought had never occurred to him, but there it was, a castle of the purest white marble gleaming in the evening’s last bursts of light. The brilliant white against the ocean’s crystal background, it really was a sight to behold. But with each steady step, Jarrett could feel his chest tightening in anxious uncertainty the closer they came to the cliffside on which the structure stood.
The setting sun was all but a memory now as the darkness of early night overtook the canopy above the travelers, the castle just ahead of them seeming to glow of its own accord as its luminescence shone forth in ever direction as if to welcome them to its gates.
The young man tread carefully over the perfectly paved stones beneath his feet, each step ringing out to echo into the silence around them before stopping to stand face to face with the ominously large pair of doors looming magnificently above him.
Tilting his head back to see the full extent of the castle’s face, the nervousness that had been building up inside him all the while was given momentary relief as his eyes worked their way back down to the bottom of the doors. There, carved into the base of the entrance was an inscription, the words giving him a strange sense of courage as he released the last of his nerves with a small nod to his companion beside him.
Peace and Wisdom Reign Here.
“Woah.” For a moment, Jarrett could only stand in place as the magnificent double doors before him slowly opened up on silent hinges with hardly a knock to urge them forward. White. Pure, glorious, white. It was not the overwhelming color of a hospital hallway, but the soft hue of moonlight which colored every surface he could see. It wasn’t until he received a few questioning taps from QB that Jarrett found the composure to make his way inside, curious as to where their winged hostess was.
“Hello?” Nothing but the subdued echoes of his own voice replied. “Jora?” Turning his head to receive confirmation from his companion, Jarrett found some relief in how calm and silently cheerful QB seemed to be, realizing that his own instinct of intimidation was probably all for nothing.
Intrigue quickly snuffed out any other feeling of discomfort as several unique items filling the entryway pulled at the young man’s attention, making him unaware of the angelic figure who now stood just at his back.
“It means ‘harmony’.”
Jarrett about jumped out of his skin as the soothingly rich voice of a woman spoke from very close behind him, forcing the poor squirrel perched atop his shoulder to grab at the young man’s hair to keep from being completely flung from his seat.
Jarrett was quick to take a step back upon realizing the close proximity in which they were standing, unable to hide the stunned confusion in his dark eyes as he looked up at the pale-haired woman he’d met only once before, his single word sounding fumbled even to his own ears. “W-What?”
The angelic woman smiled sweetly as she folded her snow-white wings behind her, nodding once more toward the unique inscription above the mantled fireplace. “Harmony. An ancient script long forgotten by most, aside from those of us who still take to the air. It is said to bring the true intentions of what is written if done so in its forgotten text.”
“Ah.” Jarrett didn’t know what else to say at first, feeling only a little less than completely lost as he glanced back at the mantle. “Very cool. Neat place you got here, Jora. Bit of a trick to get to.”
Finding his simplistic answers endearing, Jora’s smile brightened all the more as she carefully reached her hand out to QB, letting the small creature nuzzle playfully in the palm of her hand before motioning toward a well-lit hallway nearby. “I do apologize for that, but I have made up the dining room for your complete recovery in the respect of all good things to eat. Unless, of course, you’d like to see the rest of the castle first?”
Receiving an excited nod in confirmation from his squirrel companion, Jarrett relayed the reply up to their hostess as he opened an arm with theatrical flourish. “Lead the way!”
Jarrett released a heavy breath as he leaned more heavily against the white marble railing, his eyes never leaving the star-kissed sky as he waited for any sign of movement. “How high does she need to go?”
Merely glancing down at his furry friend for an answer, QB simply shrugged his little shoulders before continuing his distracted scuttling along the balcony rail.
Turning his gaze upward once more, Jarrett’s mind began to wander over the events of the evening, pondering everything that Jora had shown him. There was so much he didn’t know before, or at least, had never taken the time to really think through. Despite the monolith of knowledge that had been heaped upon him in those short hours, he somehow felt lighter, more at peace than he had when he first arrived. But the young man was only allowed a few more moments of reflection before the excited chattering of his companion brought his attention back to the here and now.
Sure enough, there was Jora flying down toward them, actually more gliding than flying before she lightly touched down on the smooth balcony floor. For the effort flying must take, Jarrett was surprised to see how perfectly composed the angelic woman still seamed, not even a heavy breath to confirm to him that she had expended any energy at all.
“I have returned with your gift, as promised.”
Jarrett quickly shook his head to convey how undeserving he truly did feel. “Jora really, you’ve given me more tonight than I could ever repay. I should be giving you stuff.”
The woman’s quiet laugh rang like a clear bell as she extended her closed hand toward him, waiting until he finally surrendered his own hand before opening hers.
For a stunned moment, Jarrett had to turn away, wholly unprepared for the white-blue light which suddenly met his eyes. As soon as he could understand what he was holding, the young man found himself speechless once more, a state he’d often found himself in that evening. “Woah. This…This is the real deal? This is a star’s heart?”
“Only just a piece. To hold the entire heart of a star would require more power than even I possess.”
Jora’s hand was soft to the touch as she carefully closed Jarrett’s hand around the small bottle which held the shining star.
“May it bring you clarity and light as you walk through this dark world. I hope that it will remind you of all we’ve spoke of this night, for I am truly glad that you came, and I would hope you feel this also.”
“Oh definitely. No, I had a great time. I think QB did too, didn’t ya buddy?”
“Be mindful of your step as you leave this place. Your journey here was eventful, yet I’d hope the road home would prove smoother for you.”
“Trust me, we hope so too, but thanks for the warning. Come on QB. I think it’s time we started back. Thanks again, Jora. I’ll stop by if I’m ever in the neighborhood.”
“Peace be with you, Jarrett. May next we meet come swiftly.”
(To be continued…)
Story by Erin Kleveland – Illustrations & Character concepts by Micheline Ryckman
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