Pitch

Description:

"...His magic was cold, dark and corrupt. It had been fed by centuries of hatred and anger. Elekcis knew what it was like to hate, but not as passionately and unwaveringly as Jahyel hated. His hate, rage and black soul were a lethal combination."

'Another thing,' he said, pulling away just enough so that he could peer down into her eyes. She was met by two pools of ink, dark and cold. She could drown in them, sink into the merciless pitch of those eyes. Looking into them made her feel as though she would never see the light of day again, as though his eyes alone could rip the soul from her body and all she would know was the darkness of some bottomless abyss. If Jahyel ever tried to give any illusion of kindness, his eyes would betray him. There was nothing but fierce cruelty in that gaze. She saw no chance of mercy there; her fate was plainly written. It was another battle not to look away. He both terrified and entralled her. 'You may have been able to hide from my sight, little assassin, but you were never unknown to me. Your very presence here disturbs the air, and the spirits saw you clearly.' A wry grin curved his dark lips, making his face more beautiful and frightening all at once. 'They hide nothing from their master.'"

A portrait of Jahyel

Medium/Size: Pencil. 9 x 12"

Date: April 2006

8.5 x 11 " Print -- $13.00

5 x 7 " Mini Print -- $6.00