“Ser Sweetrobin,” Lord Robert said, and Alayne knew that she dare not wait for Mya to return. She helped the boy dismount, and hand in hand they walked out onto the bare stone saddle, their cloaks snapping and flapping behind them. All around was empty air and sky, the ground falling away sharply to either side. There was ice underfoot, and broken stones just waiting to turn an ankle, and the wind was howling fiercely. It sounds like a wolf, thought Sansa. A ghost wolf, big as mountains.
This painting illustrates Sansa’s descent from the Eyrie, and the specific moment where she and Sweetrobin display remarkable courage in making it across the narrow icy strip together. As the strong winds blow, Sansa thinks they sound like a ghost wolf, and this could offer provocative foreshadowing on the role her true identity and Northern ties will play in the upcoming novels.
Korra and Asami. Reposting this the right way, because I got it wrong the first time. (Thanks to iruka-2013 for enlightening me!!) Above, the finished picture, crafted from raw ingredients in deliciously pure one hundred percent Photoshop. Below, the raw ingredients (aka the line sketch) for said picture, executed in pencil on paper and scanned into Photoshop.
This is a commissioned illustration of a scene from the Undocumented Features LOK fanfic “Legacy of Korra” by Ben “Gryphon” Hutchins and Philip Moyer : http://www.eyrie.net/UF/FI/TLOK/
More of my art can be found over at dionysiajones.deviantart.com .