Around the time Phil and I started writing this chapter, I lost my Uncle Stan to a sudden aneurysm, suffered while he was picking up the morning newspaper (yes, the one made out of paper left on the doorstep). I […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The dialogue in the first panel was amusingly tricky for Phil to figure out at first, since it went something like: E-MERL SYR’NJ! SYR’NJ GRAVEDUST! E-MERL Uh, no, E-MERL! BRAD JANET! An earlier draft of this one put even more […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
The nameless wood elf’s first word balloon here prompted an argument on my use of ellipses that it’s just as well you all missed. Rachel’s offer to heal Scipio prompted more fruitful discussion. Phil and I had thought Rachel’s powers […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I do like Gr’Zl’s style of narration here: young or adult, he’s a guy with a little too much energy to burn, himself. Phil needed some convincing on that point, but I stuck to my guns: we needed something to […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This scene was written well before “Woodreads.” We knew the general shape of Syr’Nj’s own childhood and adolescence, but not the specifics of her interval with Gr’Zl: it just seemed like hiding out from a Gaston-like suitor in the library […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
