"The birds burst up to escape the fire and gusted around her.  Their wings scrawled serifs.  She grabbed at them: she’d been wrong to use the ugly words, she thought wildly; she would make a living language.  She would be The Woman Whose Words Flew and write her love across the sky.  Wherever he might be, he would see them and understand.  But the birds wouldn’t stay in position and all her words escaped her." This is the drawing for the eighth illustration for Rope of Words by Megan Kerr. I am … [Read more...]