We’re moving next Saturday and I have no idea how long it will take to get everything set up again (omg, we’re already having issues with Roger’s, a stupendous internet company as all of them are :P ) so I won’t be able to get an update done for next Monday. Hopefully we survive the whole process intact and I’m still sane for the Monday after that…
Flashback to Sara’s original polar run in. I look at those pages now and I feel like the polars weren’t really ominous enough so I sized them up a bit here (plus they got more swollen, ha.) Madge is a little small compared to the bears too. Ah the curse of looking back at old art and cursing your size relations.

Text: Cara led the way into the cave, moving slowly so their eyes would adjust, and also because they were on their ragged last nerves. They sniffed their way carefully but the cave smelled strongly of polar musk and rotting food. Sara had a second of warning when Murder stirred in alarm. A large furry paw locked on her neck and slammed her head against the wall. Murder fell from her arms and dropped on his head and Steven stepped on his neck. Cara he merely pinned with his gaze, and the razor claws flexed around Sara’s throat. Sara’s feet dangled off the ground and her paws pulled and raked at Steven’s arm but her claws couldn’t get through the thick fur. Her airway was constricting and she felt a flood of terror, and deja vu. Her eyes skittered away from Steven’s snarling rage and settled on the furry stump. He had a thin strip of leather strapped around his chest with a fabric “arm” pinned in place. Prozac had mentioned Steven’s affectation, but his replacement limb was dirty and ragged. The colours were faded and the whole thing stank.

Wed is CLASH book 1 release day!! I’m gonna hit Chapters and see if they have them in stock. I got advance copies and they turned out really nice :D