Back from the days I was working on stuff for picturethisbook. I’ve been going through some older files and decided to post a few things.
I did this around christmas time, if I remember right.  This was from ch 19, if my records are right.

"Beyond the aqueduct, streets wound chaotically from an unevenly paved square, complete with an eccentrically spouting fountain- the water jetted from the ears of a statue, a statue of an impressively crowned man.'King Anstyr the the Third,' said Touchstone, pointing at the fountain. 'He had a strange sense of humor, by all accounts. I'm glad it's still there.'”

Back from the days I was working on stuff for picturethisbook. I’ve been going through some older files and decided to post a few things.

I did this around christmas time, if I remember right.  This was from ch 19, if my records are right.

"Beyond the aqueduct, streets wound chaotically from an unevenly paved square, complete with an eccentrically spouting fountain- the water jetted from the ears of a statue, a statue of an impressively crowned man.
'King Anstyr the the Third,' said Touchstone, pointing at the fountain. 'He had a strange sense of humor, by all accounts. I'm glad it's still there.'”

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deceptifron:

“Noonday sunshine could be seen on the other side of the Wall in Ancelstierre, and not a cloud in sight. Here, there was a clouded sunset, and a steady rain had just begun to fall, coming faster than the tents could be raised.…The midwife sighed and slowly straightened up, that single movement telling the watchers everything they needed to know.”- Sabriel by Garth Nix
Any feedback about why this image isn’t working for me would be helpful.  I had to restart this thing about 3 times because my computers been acting up more and more lately.
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Note: For the future, I won’t reblog any pictures that don’t correspond with the current week’s chapters!

Rebloging because I couldn’t find this anywhere..

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deceptifron:


“Noonday sunshine could be seen on the other side of the Wall in Ancelstierre, and not a cloud in sight. Here, there was a clouded sunset, and a steady rain had just begun to fall, coming faster than the tents could be raised.
…The midwife sighed and slowly straightened up, that single movement telling the watchers everything they needed to know.”
- Sabriel by Garth Nix

Any feedback about why this image isn’t working for me would be helpful.  I had to restart this thing about 3 times because my computers been acting up more and more lately.

For picture this book

Note: For the future, I won’t reblog any pictures that don’t correspond with the current week’s chapters!

Rebloging because I couldn’t find this anywhere..

Week seven: 
“At the end of the main street, on the highest point of the bluff, a Charter Stone stood on a patch of carefully tended lawn.  Half of the stone had been sheared away, pieces broken and tumbled, dark stone on green turf.  A body lay in front of the stone, hands and feet bound, the gaping cut across the throat a clear sign of where the blood had come from- the blood for the sacrifice that broke the stone.
…
‘Whoever… whatever… killed her and broke the stone didn’t enslave her spirit.’ Sabriel added quietly, as if thinking to herself.  ‘I wonder why? 
… 
‘I don’t know your name, Healer,’ Sabriel whispered. ‘But I hope you go quickly beyond the Final Gate.  Farewell.’”

Week seven: 

“At the end of the main street, on the highest point of the bluff, a Charter Stone stood on a patch of carefully tended lawn.  Half of the stone had been sheared away, pieces broken and tumbled, dark stone on green turf.  A body lay in front of the stone, hands and feet bound, the gaping cut across the throat a clear sign of where the blood had come from- the blood for the sacrifice that broke the stone.

‘Whoever… whatever… killed her and broke the stone didn’t enslave her spirit.’ Sabriel added quietly, as if thinking to herself.  ‘I wonder why?

‘I don’t know your name, Healer,’ Sabriel whispered. ‘But I hope you go quickly beyond the Final Gate.  Farewell.’”

“Mogget’s glow faded, and the burning Paperwing was now only faint embers, sad memories and ash.  Darkness returned, cloaking Sabriel, wrapping her up with all her hurts and fears.  She sat, silent, not even thinking.
A little later, she felt a soft cat nose against her folded hands, and a candle, damp from Mogget’s mouth.
‘Your nose is still bleeding,’ said a familiar, didactic voice.  ’Light the candle, pinch your nose, and get some blankets out for us to sleep.  It’s getting cold.’
‘Welcome back, Mogget,’ whispered Sabriel.”
 -Sabriel, Garth Nix-chapter 12

“Mogget’s glow faded, and the burning Paperwing was now only faint embers, sad memories and ash.  Darkness returned, cloaking Sabriel, wrapping her up with all her hurts and fears.  She sat, silent, not even thinking.

A little later, she felt a soft cat nose against her folded hands, and a candle, damp from Mogget’s mouth.

‘Your nose is still bleeding,’ said a familiar, didactic voice.  ’Light the candle, pinch your nose, and get some blankets out for us to sleep.  It’s getting cold.’

‘Welcome back, Mogget,’ whispered Sabriel.”

-Sabriel, Garth Nix-chapter 12

Can’t Sleep?

DRAW DAMNIT DRAW DRAW DRAW.

can you make heads or tails of this drawing?  I can’t tell if other people get what’s going on here (probably means it’s not working, but I figured I’d ask anyway to see if anyone would say anything…)

"Mogget’s glow faded, and the burning Paperwing was now only faint embers, sad memories and ash.  Darkness returned, cloaking Sabriel, wrapping her up with all her hurts and fears.  She sat, silent, not even thinking.

A little later, she felt a soft cat nose against her folded hands, and a candle, damp from Mogget’s mouth.

'Your nose is still bleeding,' said a familiar, didactic voice.  'Light the candle, pinch your nose, and get some blankets out for us to sleep.  It's getting cold.'

'Welcome back, Mogget,' whispered Sabriel.”

Didn’t finish a Submission in Time for this week…

I got caught up reading Sabriel this week.  Time I should have spent illustrating I spent reading the damn book.  I have a drawing started, it’ll just have to be two for next week’s picturethisbook

This is what I had done so far-

I was going to try and tie the paperwing into this thing and make it a submission for this week, but that wasn’t really what I wanted to go for.  I really want to do the last image in chapter 12 when Mogget drops the candle in Sabriel’s lap, but I’ve had a hard time figuring out the composition to get what I want done.

We’ll just have to see how things turn out this week~

“‘I have a variety of names,’ replied the cat.  It had a strange voice, half-mew, half-purr, with hissing on the vowels.  ’You may call me Mogget.  As to what I am, I was once many things, now I am only several.  Primarily, I am a servant of Abhorsen.  Unless you would be kind enough to remove my collar?’” 
welp.  This was me trying to do a bunch of different things and them not quite working.  I had a hard time selecting a passage this week, so decided to just do a Mogget portrait…
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“‘I have a variety of names,’ replied the cat.  It had a strange voice, half-mew, half-purr, with hissing on the vowels.  ’You may call me Mogget.  As to what I am, I was once many things, now I am only several.  Primarily, I am a servant of Abhorsen.  Unless you would be kind enough to remove my collar?’” 

welp.  This was me trying to do a bunch of different things and them not quite working.  I had a hard time selecting a passage this week, so decided to just do a Mogget portrait…

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“Sabriel stilled the bell at once and put it away, but the echoes raced across the valley, and she knew the thing behind her had heard.  She felt it fix its attention on where she was and she felt it quicken its pace, like watching the muscles on a racehorse going from the walk to a gallop.  It was coming up the steps at least four or five at a time.  She felt the rush of it in her head and the fear rising in her at equal pace, but she still went to the path and looked down…”
- Sabriel, Garth Nix
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“Sabriel stilled the bell at once and put it away, but the echoes raced across the valley, and she knew the thing behind her had heard.  She felt it fix its attention on where she was and she felt it quicken its pace, like watching the muscles on a racehorse going from the walk to a gallop.  It was coming up the steps at least four or five at a time.  She felt the rush of it in her head and the fear rising in her at equal pace, but she still went to the path and looked down…”

- Sabriel, Garth Nix

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