penguinstab:There was a gentle rustling as the suspended leaves dropped back to the ground. Where th
penguinstab:There was a gentle rustling as the suspended leaves dropped back to the ground. Where they had been, there was a man standing.He seemed utterly bewildered. His first act was to put his hands up and smooth his hair, which was a thing that hardly needed doing, since the wind had not disturbed even the merest wisp of it. It was smooth and black and shiny as new tar. Having smoothed his hair, this man rearranged his starched white shirt cuffs and straightened his already straight pale gray cravat. After that, he carefully pulled down his dove-mauve waistcoat and, equally carefully, brushed some imaginary dust off his beautiful dove-gray suit. All the while he was doing this, he was looking from one to the other of the five of them in increasing perplexity. His eyebrows rose higher with everything he saw.[…]“Would one of you tell me where we are now?” he said“Just outside Larwood Forest,” Nan said. “Hertfordshire.”“In England, the British Isles, the world, the solar system, the Milky Way, the Universe,” Brian said scornfully.“Ah yes,” said the man. “But which one?” Brian stared. “I mean,” the man said patiently, “do you happen to know which world, galaxy, universe, et cetera? There happen to be infinite numbers of them, and unless I know which this one is, I shall not find it very easy to help you.”-Witch Week (Diana Wynne Jones)I took a break from the fanbook and did a sketch that got a little out of hand… Christopher Chant, the 9 lifed asshole enchanter of my heart. I’ve always imagined that adult Christopher would look just like he came right out of a Leyendecker painting, like a slightly more old fashioned Arrow Collar Man, so here is a quick attempt at a Leyendecker rip off, haha. This was fun!! -- source link
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