Arthur, rendered in Daz3D
Strangeling Ch. 5: Edgelands Patrol
Arthur The sight of the scarred fishman swam behind my eyes all the way back to our rendezvous point with the patrol. My jaw ached from clenching against memories, and…
Aisling in the Pines
Strangeling Ch. 4: The Old Tank in the Woods
The Old Tank in the Woods Aisling Thin puddle ice, sharp as a northern pike’s teeth, sliced into the bare soles of my feet. The March air burned cold in…
Arthur Hart on the Missisippi River bank
3d model plus photo
Strangeling Ch.3: Salvage Detail
Salvage Detail Arthur Fifty miles downriver from occupied Minneapolis, cottonwoods along the Mississippi were blushing with the first faint greens of spring. Pussy willows bloomed in the low areas,…
Aisling's drop spindle and cattail fluff
Strangeling Ch. 2: A Wind of Change
Ill Wind Aisling I was as restless as the rough March wind. The raw breeze made spinning my aunt’s mixed cattail and nettle fibers an exercise in frustration, much like…