"Come on, we just need to get up this tree and we'll be able to see where we are in this accursed forest. Grab my tail."
"I dunno, Spike," said Errol glumly. "Something feels wrong."
"You've thought something was wrong since we got off the boat. "This doesn't look like Italy," you said. "I thought Florence would have more buildings," you said." Spike gave an explosive snort.
Errol felt like pointing out that, after three days of hacking their way through the jungle, it most definitely was NOT Italy, and in fact he would swear that those natives Spike had claimed were a rare Moorish sect had actually been lemurs--but there was really no arguing with Spike when he was in one of those moods.
Besides, he was more worried about the sound that seemed to be coming from somewhere....it sounded almost like breathing...
18 x 36, mixed media, and this one nearly killed me. I needed a big showy piece for Anthrocon, and here it is. Original is for sale (although I'd still take it to Anthrocon anyway, with a NFS sign!) but not cheap. Prints, however, are available for $10 and $20 plus shipping (I suggest the jumbo size on this one, because the detail gets very lost in the small.)
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for details, and I don't wanna see tree bark again for a long, long time.