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Art Prints

 

The Hellhound

Storm's Break.

Recent Illustrations

Bereft of a Lifeline: Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 5! The following is a continuation of a story with choices, read and comment below and the most popular choice will decide the direction of the final chapter. Loud thumps echo from behind the lo
Bereft of a Lifeline: Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 4! The following is a continuation of a story with choices, read and comment below and the most popular choice will decide the direction of the next chapter. Run. The word reverberates within y
Bereft of a Lifeline: Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 3! The following is a continuation of a story with choices, read and comment below with your choice and the most popular option will decide the direction of the next chapter. A voice inside your
Bereft of a Lifeline: Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 2! The following is a continuation of a story that will ask you to make choices that may ultimately lead to success or disaster. Comment below your choice as the most popular option will decide
Bereft of a Lifeline: Choose Your Own Adventure, Part 1! The following is a scenario that will ask you to make a choice that may lead to success or disaster, so choose wisely…. Comment below with your vote as the most popular choice will deci
Selene, Vision of the Shadow Priestess. Just as quickly as dusk had bloomed into night, so too did the demeanor of her two guides morph into troubling grimaces. While the two proceeded to stamp out the remaining embers from the once roaring fire, b
Weeping Willow Wyvern (Version 1, 2, or 3?) Stealth Check. “Just leave it to me,” I spoke with confidence as I muscled my way past through the large doors before anyone from the party could form a rebuttal. Once I had slipped inside thou
Midnight Cackle (Swipe and pick your favorite) The occasional twig snapped loudly beneath my feet. With every step forward, the sack which rests on my shoulders seemingly gained another pound. It wouldn’t be much longer before the weight beco
Minerva, Scourge of the Smokestacks. Within a tall, glass covered office building, a burly man taps out a rushed rhythm while awaiting a report. Frantically flipping through mountainous stacks of paper, an array of subordinates search for something