I've been kind of absent from dA as of late. I was kind of taking a break for the summer. I've just started logging in again, and I'll be checking out all of the deviations that I missed while I was gone. I will try to leave comments and stuff but if I don't, please forgive me.

I got a new camera a while back (a Canon Rebel) so hopefully I'll post pictures soon, though I do need to get a macro lens...maybe for Christmas. I want to add some WIP sketches I've been working on but my scanner is all wonky so I don't know when that will happen, but hopefully soon!

My knee is getting better (since I dislocated it a while back) though I don't think it will ever feel quite the same. Oh well. Other than that, there really isn't much going on. I've just been working and stuff. I am super excited that Autumn is almost upon us! The Supernatural hellatus should be ending soon, and The Walking Dead and Psych are coming back soon too!

Also, I can't wait for Halloween!!!


And now for the meme...because I was bored.



1. Grab the book nearest you.
2. Open to page 50, go down to the 10th sentence
3. Copy that sentence + the text of the following 5 sentences.
4. Name the author and book title.
5.Tag three people to do the same! (wont do this but you're welcome to try it is you want)

Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 50, and find line 10:


"At the bottom of the steps, the Devil stopped and called out something that I could not understand, three, perhaps four words in a whining, howling language that must have been old and forgotten when Babylon was young; and, although I did not understand the words, I felt the hairs raise on the back of my head as it called."

The following 5 sentences:

"And then I heard, muffled through the glass but still audible, a low growl, a challenge, and-- slowly, unsteadily-- a black figure walked down the steps of the house, away from me, toward the Devil. These days the Black Cat no longer moved like a panther, instead he stumbled and rocked, like a sailor only recently returned to land. The Devil was a woman, now. She said something soothing and gentle to the cat, in a tongue that sounded like French, and reached out a hand to him. He sank his teeth into her arm, and her lip curled, and she spat at him."


Smoke and Mirrors – The Price by Neil Gaiman

(Nice collection of short stories and poems. Gaiman is a great writer, maybe my favorite, this story (The Price) happens to be one of my favorite in the collection!)