#ICAD 4 At the Throne of the Faerie King

#ICAD 4 At the Throne of the Faerie King

The girl dropped to her knees at the base of the throne. Not from obeisance like the pale, angular courtiers around her, but from fear. The king could have commanded her to stand. It was his right. But instead he knelt before her, like a supplicant, and brushed the hair … Continue reading

#ICAD Day 3 Unlikely What He Needs

#ICAD Day 3 Unlikely What He Needs

The faerie king frowned at the girl’s coarse wool kirtle and unkempt hair. Not what he’d asked for. Unlikely what he’d need. Pelikan M205 with M nib and Noodler’s Heart of Darkness ink on Oxford Essentials 4×6 index card — which really feathers badly with FP ink, especially when using … Continue reading

#ICAD Day 2 — Into the Hall of the Faerie King

#ICAD Day 2 — Into the Hall of the Faerie King

The hall of the faerie king had been a wonder in its day. Even as the peasant girl was led through it now, she gawked at its towering arches and elaborate bas-relief — chipped and worn with time, but still a sight unlike anything she’d ever seen. But her days … Continue reading