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The drawing for the next scene has been done for a while. SF / erotic SF writer and future visionary Stacy Oracle AKA Xtacy Ovia Rose, who is doing a book signing, sees part of Brandy's future, and she is so freaked out by it that she pukes. This is our action prologue.
So many grey drawings, I thought I would throw this one in to add something bright.
Brandy and Crystal arguing about how to handle a confrontation.
demanded.
“I am The Sand Keeper.”
“Did you see a little girl jump into this fog?”
“I did.”
“Is that the void?”
“Yes.”
But Crystal turned heads in her filmy turquoise-green dress, peeking back at people from under a big floppy hat. Mark’s friends were practically climbing over each other for a scrap of her attention, and not one of them looked like he was doing it on behalf of charity.
Brandy C. Wages lookbook: Bustier, cowgirl belt, and pants. All in black. Dangly earrings and cross pendant to complete, as always.
I have not been one to rework artwork I thought was done, but story continuity and the huge scope of this project is changing that. I had a few early drawings of Crystal that I had to change to traditional grip. It's all really one big work anyway.