more seester art asdlfkjasd;
Nico, chibi Miranda, and chibi Josef! Art by currencyofdisaster.
Here’s a fanart of Nico….I probably made her coat and the shadows alot more galmorous than she thinks they are, but she deserves some glamour, and I wanted to use my glitter brushes XD
One last picture for the end of 2012! And yes, it’s Eli Monpress again. Because I have a problem.
I changed the way I draw Eli’s hair for this- this is more book-accurate anyway. Josef’s hair is just going to stay inaccurate to the books, because I cannot imagine him with short hair to save my life.
Okay, I am in love with Eli’s grin. Anyone else??
Happy Birthday, Leng! Here’s hoping you have a great day, and year, and always :)
Love,
Books, Bookworm, Miranda and co.**I couldn’t find a spot for Mellinor, so he’s inside Miranda. He says Happy Birthday, too XD
how sweet! ♥
SO.
TODAY I GOT A LETTER FROM ELI MONPRESS.
MLIA.
EDIT: letter text under the cut!
The Spirit Thief - Rachel Aaron (via gratuitoustext) —
I doodle in class- no big secret there. Usually, though, they don’t turn out good, so when today’s did, I had to take pictures of them. This one is Josef and Nico from Rachel Aaron’s “Legend of Eli Monpress” books, which I very much love. Nico’s my absolute favorite character in the series. Also, I was quite proud of myself for being able to draw a decentish hood for once.
Really, the problem was that they were in an opera house.
Eli hung high above the audience by his knees, hidden from the view of the players and the audience alike by the bright glow of the giant chandelier. Most of those seated far below weren’t worth his time or attention; most of them attended the opera because they felt they were supposed to — that there was some sort of culture to be instilled within them by their mere attendance, as if they were made from yogurt.
“Blecch,” he whispered to himself, and refocused his attention on the good part of the show — front-center mezzanine one, the finest-appointed box with the best view of the entire stage. Those on the stage were too busy with their performance to notice anything that far away, not to mention blinded by the stage lights; everyone else in the theatre couldn’t see into the box in the first place, to know that such drama was unfolding at all.
Two men stood facing each other, three-quarters turned so as not to miss the action on the stage, in graceful and unconscious emulation of the actors. They stood far closer to each other, of course, but then they stood upon a much smaller stage. One of them, the slighter-built, was none other than Giuseppe Monpress, Eli’s mentor and — for lack of a better insult — his father. The other stood in shadow, and Eli couldn’t quite make out who he was — just that he was bristling with rage at Giuseppe’s presence.
That, and that he was incredibly well-dressed.
