i think i’ve been clear to post these for a few days now, but here are my pieces for @trcfanzine, The Raven Arcana illustration anthology! my cards were the world and the star.
also, if you missed picking up a copy, i know a couple people (myself included) have some leftovers we’re selling! it’s a really gorgeous zine, and the organizers and artists (and artist-organizers) put in a lot of work to make it that way!
She felt one thousand years old. She also felt like maybe she was a condescending brat. She wanted her bike. She wanted her friends, who were also one-thousand-year-old condescending brats. She wanted to live in a world where she was surrounded by one-thousand-year-old condescending brats.
gansey is glendower. glendower was reincarnated in gansey when he died the first time, and that is why glendower is dead by the time his body is found
gansey is not dead; he is only sleeping
when cabeswater disappears, it takes gansey with it. it will reappear in a few centuries, when the next adventure is ready to begin.
artemus goes with him.
“richard gansey iii had forgotten how many times he had been told he was destined for greatness.” is the epitaph on his tombstone
because there’s no body, the gangsey and co. fill gansey’s coffin with his most gansey-like possessions: his journal, model of henrietta, boat shoes, camaro hubcap, glendower’s shield boss - essentially every item from their quest.
blue leaves a half-finished yogurt with only the fruit left at the bottom
an article titled “what do you know about welsh kings?” appears in page seven of the local paper, detailing richard campbell gansey iii’s life and obsession.
its mentions of the fantastical occurrences in henrietta, as well as some peculiar statements from a certain ronan lynch, inspires a cult following centralized in new england
gansey becomes a legend, a king of myth. after a century or two, people begin to doubt he ever existed.
epilogue: six-hundred years later - korea. the globe has shifted. two hundred years into the new dark ages, the north and south american continents are once more forgotten. nomads sit around fires in the evenings, telling the only story they know, the only story that has ever been told.
“depending on where you begin the story-” the replacement for ‘once upon a time’- “it’s about king gansey iii. he holds court at aglionby, with his trusted ravens at his side, wielding chainsaws and switchblades and robots and magic. he’s so averse to death, he has to be killed twice - and even then only a bee sting or true love’s kiss can stop his heart. there’s a place where the roses continue to grow in the dead of winter, where people live forever and hide inside trees, where a little girl with horse’s hooves speaks a forgotten tongue - here he’ll be waiting, waiting to be awakened.”