‘General’ Archives
Dakota Rawhide Book 2
Monday, September 12th, 2011
Hello folks!
Dakota Rawhide Book 2 is finally finished and currently available on IndieAisle.com in .mobi, .epub and PDF formats: http://indieaisle.com/s/dakota-rawhide-the-2nd-book-a-novella. It will be available in .mobi on Amazon.com later this week.
Cheers,
~D/L
VOCATUS
Monday, June 27th, 2011
Well… my pretention knows no bounds. Enter the Latin.
This year I’m doing a sketchbook for San Diego Comic Con. My first since 2007. And I am cutting it so close I have nightmares of expedited shipping! I thought I would share the progress on the cover, just to whet your pallet. Some images in the book will be familiar while others will be new. But it will be the only place where you can find all the images together and in print. It’ll be rad, I promise.
So! Come on down to Booth #5555 near Hall H and see what’s what with me and my homies, Robh Ruppel and Autumn Rain Turkel.
Cheers,
~D/L
“Fire Dragon Mountain!” OMG!!
Monday, May 23rd, 2011
I rewatched Lodoss Wars a while back. I loved that series as a kid. It was the closest I could get to a Lord of the Rings movie, that was good, until Peter Jackson fulfilled all my hopes. At any rate, I loved the concept of a dragon living in a volcano and I always loved the designs of their dragons, so when I had a couple days to kill I decided to do my own take on Shooting Star, the demon dragon of Fire Dragon Mountain!!
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Had a blast doing this. Hope y’all dig it.
Cheers,
~D/L
The Stolen Child
Sunday, April 10th, 2011
“THE STOLEN CHILD”
by William Butler Yeats
Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.
Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bo
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.
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Cheers,
-D/L
