A Knight Considers

A weary Elgrid wonders why things always happen in threes. And why his hand is so gigantic.

'tis done!

Wanged on its way to the printers by memory stick this afternoon; 50 double page spreads and one glorious cover ( well glorious in that it exists at least ). I am left an empty shell with a cloak of mild depression and a rather nasty throat infection, brung on by the final push. The pages are uplifting and have a life beyond my mind's eye, but the sheer weight of pages and damned file size conspired against getting the character's eyes right. A big mistake to leave these till last...