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My latest painting! Please give me a follow on Instagram if you like it. I could use the help to grow: www.instagram.com/artistjasondement 64,620 brush strokes in 23h 45m with Procreate on iPad. That’s just short of 24 hours of painting (spread over multiple days) Art prints available on my website: www.artistjasondement.com Deadhouse Gates, chapter 11 “The dragon came low to the earth. It defied every image of a draconian being Kulp had ever seen. Not Rake, not Osric. Hugely boned, with skin like dry shark hide, its wing-span dwarfed even that of the Son of Darkness—who has within him the blood of the draconian goddess—and the wings had nothing of the smooth, curving grace; the bones were multi-jointed in a crazed pattern, like that of a crushed bat wing, each knobbed joint prominent beneath taut, cracked skin. The dragon’s head was as wide as it was long, like a viper’s, the eyes high on its skull. There was no ridged forehead, instead the skull sloped back to a basal serration almost buried in neck and jaw muscles. A dragon roughly cast, a creature exhaling an aura of primordial antiquity. And, Kulp realized with a breathless start as his senses devoured all that the creature projected, it was undead.” - Gesler pointed forward and Kulp turned to see the vague, ghostlike apparition of the dragon, its narrow, bony tail waving in side-to-side rhythm like a snake crossing sand. As he watched, the creature’s wedge-shaped head appeared as it twisted to cast its dead, black eye sockets in their direction. - “We ride the dragon’s wake,” the soldier said. “Though not on water any more. That gush has closed up tight as a sapper’s arse. Whatever you did, Mage, it worked.” - The dragon crooked its wings, vanishing into a blazing inferno of bronze fire. - The Silanda was burning, Heboric fell over the side rail, Baudin protectively wraps Felisin and carries her as he rounds up Kulp and they jump overboard. -The marines had vanished—either incinerated or dying somewhere below decks. #malazanbookofthefallen #stevenerikson #artprocess #fantasyart #fantasypainting