I'm finishing the book version. May as well, until I learn how to draw at something resembling a productive speed. Editing in the chapter fixes as I go, if you don't mind being spoiled.

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TOHKBS is getting rewritten for comic format, I forgot to mention. Frankly, it's bloated in book format and misses a lot of subtleties that illustration provides. Also, Chapter 5 really needs to get stricken from the record entirely--the history described is the original version and, while not completely detrimental to the existing story, does not ( Read more... )

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( You may not want to read this one if you haven't been reading from the beginning... )

[the beginning]     Morning couldn't come soon enough. What time Sue hadn't spent studying with Hound was inexplicable torture. She couldn't put her finger on what was making her so antsy exactly. She no longer felt as pressed for time as when she thought they wouldn't have a pence to their names, and they had the Earl's entire court walking ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     Though it cost ten crowns to do so, Sue bought a carriage to the Earl Bergamot's castle. She hoped seeing the Earl would work out to their advantage, though she had to admit that it couldn't possibly hinder their progress any more than throwing their money to the beggars would. Still, it was better than walking, and she wanted ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     Sue stretched with a lazy yawn as the morning sunlight trickled in between the curtains. It had been getting harder for her to wake up in the morning as of late, what with ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     Phil-no, Hound-trudged through the deep snow, miserable. In the days since he'd left Childress, winter had fallen as though the weather had a grudge against him as well, leaving him blind. Rather, his eyes were as poor as they'd ever been, but he had fallen slightly ill, leaving his nose stuffed and unable to scent much of ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     Nearly a month had passed since Phil's birth. As far as he knew the world, he had been born a fledgling adult with no clue whatsoever about his past. He had no idea who he really was, but it was okay. His life as Phil was good. He wasn't sure how good, of course-maybe his old life was better, maybe it was worse. When he ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     Wet ( Read more... )

[the beginning]     All Hound remembered was a stabbing pain and collapsing to the ground. His conscious thought left him as the worst physical pain he'd experienced since getting slashed across the face flooded his body. It made him realize the difference between physical and emotional pain to be subjected to it again, and with all he'd endured ( Read more... )