This is a collection of pictures that I’ve drawn as a sort of ‘trailer’ for my book Harahpin, to, well… tease people into wanting to read it. 😛 There’s one full-color shot for every chapter… it’s not necessarily the most central event in the chapter, though… just an event. 😀
All art on this page is (c) Sequoia the Storyteller. You are not permitted to use these works or claim them as your own.
This dream was starting to become a part of her… to become her. It was like a dark little companion linked to her spirit.
“You’ll be pretty late for your appointment with your dream… you think there’s enough time?”
The temple that loomed before them was very old. The colorful stones were chipped and fractured, and some were missing entirely from the walls.
Apparently, other creatures had noticed this brightness as well.
“I’ll tell you what’s going down,” said Euron… “our planet’s whacked.”
Standing not too far away under a tree, in a shadow cast by the setting sun, an immense silhouette lurked. Two reflective yellowish eyes looked out from its dark form…
“Euron,” Eyrco breathed. She blinked several times, not sure if she was seeing things or not. “Euron, you’re… you’re glowing!”
“Before we seal this filthy beast’s fate… let’s tell his friends why they are here.”
“Not to say I wouldn’t prefer a cool dip in clean water… but that’s a scarcity around here, if you couldn’t already tell.”
He gave the sense that in the mind concealed behind those lightless eyes, he kept a thousand deadly secrets, and a thousand chilling mysteries.
Eyrco felt a very strange, yet familiar, energy between herself and the penamog…
Most terrifying of all were the eyes… there were only sockets, deep, gaping, black… two holes so lifeless they would have shamed death itself.
He was looking for holes… pathways into the deep darkness under the very mountains themselves.
It barely had time to turn in his direction before he was upon it, ripping, tearing, biting…
His yellowy light starkly outlined the visage around the holes… its features stood out against the shadows like a sharp etch in metal.
Then he noticed something that made his eyes dart about the forest around them. It was silent… an unnerving silence that was filled with empty promises.
And oddly enough, the very world around them seemed softened by the song.
It was as if the moons were daring them to try.