“It was short—one sentence—and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was the echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out now to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page. Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.”
– City of Lost Souls, Cassandra Clare
Okay so I feel like this is kind of different from anything else I’ve ever submitted which is fine by me. Hopefully that means I’m making some kind of breakthrough with mah skillzzz. I’m really happy with this though.
I think I remember someone asking me to draw sebastian…hmmm well whoever you are, here you go. ~o0-sarcasm-0o on deviantART
