'Growing up out of the water was a tree, a great king of a tree, a tree through whose sinews must have run the histories of ages. It rose above them like a dark tower. But she had no words to ask what it was, or how it had come to be. And how many other things from cradle-tales were true, here in this exiled place.'
These are the illustrations for the Middle Grade fantasy books I'm writing. My hope in the long-term is to illustrate the book myself.