Love all, Trust Few.

i think i got the words right but i didn’t look them up.

For the same kind of thing- picturethisbook

Also I had just gotten a new set of watercolors I wanted to test out- so I tried to draw the scene in the reservoir. I like the cat’s back the best, the rest- meh.

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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“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..

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.’”

I did this while trying to come up with an idea for this weeks picturethisbook I ended up sketching this.

It’s from Lirael sequel to Sabriel by Garth Nix.  I spent my free time this week reading that book and finished it yesterday, so when I had nothing to do at work study today, I drew this.

Lirael and the Disreputable Dog

from chapter 15 of Garth Nix’s Sabriel for week six of Picture This Book

“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

“‘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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“The officer closed the passport, tucked it in his belt and tilted his helmet back with two fingers, revealing a Charter mark still glowing with some residual charm of warding.  Cautiously, Sabriel lifted her hand, and then, as he didn’t dissuade her, reachedout with two fingers to touch the mark.  As she did so, he reached forward and touched her own- Sabriel felt the familiar swirl of energy, and the feeling of falling into some endless galaxy of stars.  But the stars here were Charter Symbols, linked in some great dance that had no beginning or end.”

-Sabriel by Garth Nix

Next week my goal is to make the composition not so stiff.