Grace has always been there for her mother, ever since she was old enough to bite the legs of those thugs and leeches that called themselves lovers. Ever since she was old enough to understand the world in a way her mother never would.
Now, she comes home every winter with blood money from a year of running with a band of sellswords. No more scrounging in midden heaps and cutting purses for a low court lord to survive the lean months.
But this year, home is as dangerous as the battlefield. Tensions are running through the street courts of her old slums, while a new and daunting lover has confounded her safeguards and gotten at her mum–and now they’re all tangled in a vicious turf war.
Is one lone mercenary enough to protect her own? Can she trust anyone else to do the job?
Now to meet the face of the franchise, a word I here use in its loosest sense:
My thoughts, numbered, but in no particular order:
1. Give me those boots. Give them to me. And throw in that breastplate while you’re in a generous mood.
2. I feel like if you zoomed in on the shield and enhanced, you could spot the photographer. (You can’t. I tried. The CSI shows lied.)
3. YES. That’s my girl, alright. That’s her attitude, all over her face, which is totally her face! Maker take her, what a bitch! 😀
4. Ooooooh, colors and lighting and framing! Ooooh, stone textures! Yeah background!
5. This art is way better than most fantasy cover art. Imma be real; most actual paintings (not talking about the airbrushed photos) on fantasy covers look kind of… weird. Someone’s face always looks stupid, some basic physical proportions are always off. Not here. Not with this. This baby is perfect.
6. A thousand and one thanks to DarianaLoki, the artist responsible.
1. “It’s a good likeness.”
2. “My gear isn’t horribly misrepresented. Thanks.”
3. “What, am I supposed to come up with six things, too? It’s nice. It’s good. It’s, what’s the word, professional. What do you want?”
Guess I’ll have to rustle up three more thoughts somewhere else.
Grace’s Mum’s thoughts:
4. “Oh, what lovely work! Isn’t she beautiful? And so… fierce-looking.”
5. “Are those chrysanthemums? I can’t tell, but they brighten the place up nicely, don’t they?”
6. “Grace isn’t in… trouble, is she?”
Ohhhh, my sweet summer child.