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Garnet Whyte 31.05.2021

My illustrations on Stephen King's Gunslinger Chapter Pages

Garnet Whyte 16.05.2021

Thanks for all the love, looks and likes. May your nog be noggy.

Garnet Whyte 06.05.2021

Commision paintings on sheet music and maps starting at $40. Prints on cardstock sheet music starting at $10 including shipping anywhere in the world. See more at instagram.com/garnetwhyte

Garnet Whyte 20.04.2021

Welcome to Booktober. 31 strange tales in 31 days https://my.w.tt/DJDxn5Rwdab

Garnet Whyte 05.04.2021

THE UNBOUND DRAGON CHAPTER TWO THE GREAT DOME. (Read it now on Wattpad. Excerpt below or follow the link https://my.w.tt/ecV15kmvC3)... "The greatest powers are death, blood, and dragons. Greater than those is water. And above everything is the Great Dome." Madam Bardas looms in front of our class, her grey dragon draped on her back like a cloak with eyes. We are inside the vast chamber beneath the Great Dome. Madam Bardas points up to the Dome. Her dragon's wing first mirrors the movement, then he extends it with a sharp claw. Most eyes follow the direction they point and look up. Up four storeys to the dizzying height of first concourse. Windows bring in light to illuminate the grand mosaics that recount the tales of long dead gods. Up another four, past more windows to the nauseating height of the second concourse. More mosaics telling complex legends of the greater gods that fathered and mothered the lower gods. Four more storeys to the vomitous base of the Great Dome. Beyond the Great Dome, stars and planets spiral their lazy courses across the night sky. My eyes are down where things don't spiral out of control. I'm more fascinated by the miniscule cracks in the steps leading over the Canal. The different patterns in the floor mosaics call to me. I sketch part of the mosaic on the margin of my notebook. Earth tone tiles depicting a winged hero battling a demigod. The eyes of the dragon sweep across the class. Sees me. Tells her. "Eyes up, Miss Irene." Even then people mistook me for my sister. I think to correct her. To tell her that I am Elena. The first born. I ignore the knowing looks of the other disciples. Instead, I stare at the dragon's eyes -crystalline, reptilian- until he looks away. (Read the rest at Wattpad. https://my.w.tt/ecV15kmvC3)