Chapter 9, the escape under the city. The word "under" doesn't appear in the mad dash and scramble for this escape route, but "under" is where they en...

Chapter 8, the dreadful realization of their wilful blindness to the City Ruinous and the sign. Something that stood out to me especially on this read...

For Chapter 7, the salt cellar of liquor served to Puddleglum. I don't know much about salt cellars to begin with, never mind whatever sort Lewis was ...

An odd choice for Chapter 6: a goose shot down on the moor. My reason for it is that the aside "(they were, of course, not Talking birds)" stood out t...

I love the last stanzas of your days 9 and 11 poems, Lily! Took the chance to do some catching up myself. Since I can only attach one image at a tim...

I've been too busy to read more and do up more art, but I wanted to see what the rest of you were up to. Welcome to the party, Rennie! I particularl...

@Lily, yeah, my chapter 3 scene is... rough. 😓 To the left is Cair Paravel, dark after sunset (symbolically so, due to the missed opportunity...

Thanks, Ajjie. Your knitting plans look cute! For chapter 3, I attempted a couple things that... didn't really translate into art the way I hope...

(Thank you. The side-eye was courtesy of the photograph of Will Poulter I used as reference, haha.) 😲 😲 Whoa, Lily! I love the ...

Very fitting, Lil! I've been considering experimenting with fingerpainting with ink, and this was as good a time as any to start. Eustace is my subj...

I went to a medieval faire a couple weekends ago, and did so with a dedicated costume this time (as opposed to my usual cobble-things-together-from-my...

Another anthology, but far shorter, as I didn't dedicate much time to it. This one is "All Things New"."No matter how old you became and how much you'...