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
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
So, I’ve been working on this blog post for three hours now, typing and deleting, typing and deleting, and typing and deleting some more. But, you know what? I think this really is a case where a picture is worth a thousand words: …………………… The three pens in… Continue reading