Cover page! One day I might go back through and re-paint all the covers. That actually sounds soothing.
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The baby stuffs her hand in her mouth. Her cheeks are still wet with tears. She gazes up at the man as his expression shifts—his tone more serious.
“But as time went on… humans started to change. They became more and more fearful of the things they didn’t understand.”
The child squirms, tugging at his coat. He steadies her gently.
“So they tried to control and use them… or to wipe them out altogether. They turned on their friends and neighbors, and decided their former gods and spirits were monsters that needed to be destroyed.”
The storybook images darken.
An elfin woman pulls against a chain around her neck, held tightly by a much larger human. Even as she struggles, she bends down to heal a woman covered in boils.
A dagger drips a thin stream of blood. It spills across the page.
A unicorn lies dead. Its horn has been sawed off. Hunters disappear into the horizon, their bags heavy with trophies. Crimson blood spreads across the ground.
A balding priest in Christian robes raises a torch. In front of him, elfin captives are tied to stakes. Flames roar to life. One captive screams as fire engulfs their body, framed by a spray of blood.
Cover page! One day I might go back through and re-paint all the covers. That actually sounds soothing.
Click here for the screen reader transcript
The baby stuffs her hand in her mouth. Her cheeks are still wet with tears. She gazes up at the man as his expression shifts—his tone more serious.
“But as time went on… humans started to change. They became more and more fearful of the things they didn’t understand.”
The child squirms, tugging at his coat. He steadies her gently.
“So they tried to control and use them… or to wipe them out altogether. They turned on their friends and neighbors, and decided their former gods and spirits were monsters that needed to be destroyed.”
The storybook images darken.
An elfin woman pulls against a chain around her neck, held tightly by a much larger human. Even as she struggles, she bends down to heal a woman covered in boils.
A dagger drips a thin stream of blood. It spills across the page.
A unicorn lies dead. Its horn has been sawed off. Hunters disappear into the horizon, their bags heavy with trophies. Crimson blood spreads across the ground.
A balding priest in Christian robes raises a torch. In front of him, elfin captives are tied to stakes. Flames roar to life. One captive screams as fire engulfs their body, framed by a spray of blood.