Ironborn

Oh, Opal. Didn’t anyone tell you that angst isn’t entertaining? We need to do something about this.

Ahh, good grief. I’ve waited to properly introduce these guys since 2008, and I’m very thrilled to finally get to have some fun with them.

Bit of a talky scene! Bit of a talky chapter, in fact. The next one is when shit gets crazy again, but before that we’ve got some more mystery to build and some angst to straighten out. Stay with us, people! Chastity has secrets to offer yet.

Blargggg. So sorry about the delay; here’s your page for the week. If you make whooshing noises while you read it, I know I’ve done my job.

Friends! Monday’s page will be up on Tuesday night or, at worst, Wednesday. I was unexpectedly invited to do some biological field work. Apologies.

Anyway, it’s a very pretty page. You’ll like it.

More faceless mystery comics!

I heard somewhere that The West Wing is something like 40% walk-and-talk scenes. Is it true? I don’t know, I don’t watch The West Wing, but one must admit that it’s one of the most potent narrative devices of our time. These people are going somewhere and they have shit to do when they get there and also there’s time for some unnecessarily vague exposition. It’s awesome.

Whoa, Circuit, that’s a lot of italics. You must be upset.

Very pleased with how this scene is turning out. There aren’t enough old lady robots in fiction, don’t you agree?

Here, by the way, is a sketch of Magdalene in her spiffy overlarge trenchcoat. It is, after all, mid-September in the mountains of our story, and Chastity is getting chilly.

Due to the recent heatwave that’s gripping Stockholm like a cheerful vice, I drew part of this page in my underpants. I think this is what they call living one’s art.