Behold, the first color concept art of Sir Bregga Laydon and her massive sword, by the exceptional Nick Robles!
In the upcoming Shining Ascension comic book series, one encounter with the strange divine pulls Bregga into a world of danger, intrigue, and adventure. Can she survive?
Before she was a knight, Sir Bregga was a teenage mercenary! Here, Nick Robles has drawn young Breg in her mercenary garb. Her sword is almost taller than she is! In the first issue of Shining Ascension, we’ll get a peek into Bregga’s past. Isn’t she a cute young’un?
Curious fact: the scarring on her face (also visible in adult Bregga pics) was caused by a smallpox-like virus that spread through her home country.
Earlier this week, I posted concept art for Bricius and his brothers, three characters from the Shining Ascension series. Above, artist Nick Robles has rendered Bricius in the comic’s visual style. Yep, SA will be a painted comic, much like Nick’s other work on “Clockwork Angels” (reviewed here by USA Today). Nick has a splendid eye for color, and he also did a lovely job capturing Bricius’s grumpy personality. ❤
Nick Robles has created more glorious character art for Shining Ascension. Nick, you’re awesome! ❤
Maedoc the King’s Son (ax), Caratacos the Magician’s Son (spear), and Bricius the Poet’s Son (crouching) meet Bregga during her quest. Are they friends or foes? You’ll have to read the comic to find out! 😀
The half-brothers will appear in the Shining Ascension series, coming to the Internet early 2015.
Today, as I was walking to work, a stranger in a white car rolled down his window, pointed at me, and shouted, “What’re you doing? Where you going?”
I wish I knew, rude stranger.
I wish I knew.
Charming, crafty, and hella magical, SIR VARS is going places. But can this fledgeling knight be trusted? Vars (illustrated by Nick Robles) is part of the Shining Ascension cast. Issue 1 will be out early 2015! More updates coming soon! Click the image for a higher resolution.
I found the red-winged blackbird behind a pickup truck in the apartment parking lot. One wing bent and bleeding, she crowed defiantly as I approached. Blackbird stared me down with dark, round eyes, her feathered breast heaving, her mouth cracked open. It was summer in Texas, and the air near the concrete ground shimmered. I ran inside and returned with a towel and shoebox. Five minutes later, we left the parking lot in my Monte Carlo from the nineties, heading to the wildlife rehabilitation center thirty miles away. I hoped that somebody there could rescue Blackbird or, at the very least, provide a calm death. The working veterinarian gave me papers to sign, release forms that gave the center permission to treat Blackbird, as if she became mine when I interfered with nature’s plans. Continue reading