Terry could never get a good look at them, he only ever saw them shuffling robotically in the corners of his vision, but he could feel their spidery touch and smell their earthy, musty odour. The short ones with the big black eyes would always come first, preparing him for whatever horrible procedures they had in store for the evening. That was OK, he could almost handle that now, but when the tall, insect-like being arrived, that's when his mind went somewhere else, it's like his soul was having an allergic reaction to the creatures presence. All he could do was go with it, knowing that eventually it would end and he would wake up in his bed, questioning whether or not it had happened at all.
I love to create strange worlds and the even stranger characters that live in them. Want to fight a Snarg Dragon or explore the Flogorian Wastelands? Then look no further, you’ve found the right place.
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks. Each art print is listed by sheet size and features a minimum one-inch border.