Slewfoot Illustrations Novels & Stories

‘Don’t get any ideas or—’ The Sleeper lunged forward suddenly and quickly, so fast Jackson barely had time to fire. He too aimed for the shoulder, and though the bullet did seem to slow the man down for a moment, he kept on coming. Jackson’s bullet to the thigh did little, either, so he turned and began pushing Bridget, getting her to move. To run. She was already doing that, though; actually dragging Jackson along before the Sleeper could reach them.

The twins decided to draw some fruits, Alice drew the sea and I drew Sophie. “aahhhhh, look how pretty I am” Sophie laughed sweetly. “of course” I smiled to myself. I drew Sophie howling towards the moon with glistening white and light blue fur reflecting the night sky. I have decided to draw this theme and represent Sophie in this way as we are assassins who work in the shadows and the best places is the dark so night time is the best time of the day furthermore, Sophie loves to come out to run when it is the full moon.

The first pages contained ordinary drawings. Faith. The house. The old fig tree. Then... His expression changed. Bethwel leaned closer. "What is it?" Alex turned the book around. Glen had drawn the northern woods. A square hatch. Six stick figures. One had a hat. Another had unusually large boots. Each figure carried a different symbol instead of a face. Joel smiled. "Children draw differently." Alex nodded. "No." "He wasn't drawing faces." "He was classifying them." He pointed at the figure with the hat.