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roddacember day 2 - troublesome
As a schoolboy, Dirk had taken mischievous delight in climbing onto the roof of the house in Southwall and walking close to the edge, just to make Sholto turn pale and sick at the sight.
The Silver Door // Ch 20 The Testing Hall
been struggling to post any roddacember art bc i haven’t got all the days but then i was like ‘oh. i don’t have to do every day. i guess that works’. so i’m just going to go ahead a post what i’ve got lol
day 7 - soft
He was crouching beside a tearful little girl, deftly replacing a bandage on her arm. ‘Now, do not pull it off again, Daisy,’ Rye heard him say.
‘It hurts,’ the child whimpered.
‘Of course,’ Sholto agreed seriously. ‘But it is not the bandage that hurts you. It is the cut underneath. The bandage will stop the bleeding and keep the dirt out. It is your friend. See?’
He pulled a pencil from his pocket and drew two eyes and a smiling mouth on the edge of the bandage.
The little girl blinked, and slowly her face broke into a wobbly grin.
The Third Door // Ch 3 The Lantern
i’m not too happy with how this one came out but it’s here, so yay!
day 11 - hidden
‘We began as mistress and maid’
okay, okay this is my last one for now
day 12 - vivid
Gigantic trees rose before them. Rain-wet vine studded with purple flowers clothed the mighty trunks and hung in great swags from the trees’ lower branches. Running water sang and gurgled on every side. Mist rose from the forest floor and drifted up to the dripping green canopy that hid the sky.
The Third Door // Ch 5 Voices
day 13 - mechanical
The thing had no shafts, and no goats or horses to draw it. It was made of many odd sheets of metal bolted together, and was very strangely shaped—rather like a monstrous, armoured turtle with a high, square shell.
In place of wheels, it had vast metal rollers. Steam billowed from a chimney at its nose, and a rusty tank bulged at its rear. On its battered side was a vividly coloured sign that had clearly been painted in haste by an untrained hand.
The Silver Door // Ch 12 Four-Eyes
day 17 - looming
The silver serpent loomed above them. Its jaws were gaping. Drops of pale gold venom dripped from its fangs and fell sizzling into the churning water. Its eyes were glittering like cold stars and fixed on Rye.
[Rye] slid the bell tree stick from his belt and raised it high. He lifted his other hand, too, fingers spread, making himself as large as he could.
The silver beast recoiled, very slightly. Yes, Rye thought with grim satisfaction. This is not how prey behaves, is it, serpent? Prey tries to escape you. It does not stand and stare. Be careful. Take your time…
Behind them, other serpents were coming to the surface. The sea heaved with writhing bodies. Water showered from a dozen spiked heads of green, yellow, blue, and black as they rose against the scarlet sky and hung there, motionless as masks in some nightmarish puppet show.
The Golden Door // Ch 25 Now or Never
day 18 - tiny
Turning back to the window, he raised his eyes and looked over the courtyard to the city beyond. The view was strangely pale, as if it had been painted with inks that were too watery.
Stubby trees dotted the edges of flat, straight roads. Squat little houses lined the roads as far as the eye could see, with frequent sad gaps, like missing teeth, where skimmers had struck.
Rye suddenly understood how Sonia could have once mistaken a goat shelter for a house in the land beyond the golden Door.
Looking down from this high tower, everything looked hunched, dull and small.
The Silver Door // Ch 4 The Tower
i made the unfortunate realisation that the window was supposed to be large and diamond shaped, while i was looking for a quote ;-;
eh, i like how it turned out, nonetheless :)
day 24 - confronting
Rye’s head felt as if it might burst. He could feel the bag of powers warm and pulsing against his skin like a live thing with a heart.
Nine powers to aid you in your quest…
Powers to help the dupe of the Fellan do what the Fellan themselves could not—end Olt’s life and open the way to the Lord of Shadows.
Shuddering with revulsion, Rye tore the bag from his neck so violently that the knotted drawstring snapped and pulled completely out of its casing. Its neck ragged and gaping, the bag lay in his hand like flabby skin shed by some loathsome, creeping animal.
More than anything in the world he wanted to cast it away from him, see the charms scatter in the wind and be lost.
The Third Door // Ch 18 The Head of the Serpent
i imagine the “finding out that during the entirety of your quest you were being used as a pawn for the people you thought you could trust” situation would be pretty confronting to learn, so yeah. that’s not really what happened, but rye didn’t know that at the time so we can just let him have his breakdown
also i just know that if i stare at this any longer i’ll never post it, so i’m just going to post it! come get y’all juice (now in colour!)
(i’ve just realised the fell zone’s not supposed to be on fire yet. smh)