Over the last year I have been working on a long-form graphic novel, which will eventually comprise a collection of original Fairy Tales and macabre morality plays. The first of which, the Miller’s Daughters, is about half way done.
The villain of the story, a wandering Rake, has embarked on a killing spree. As you can see, the story gets pretty grim:
The hardest part of the story, frankly, has been that I am now at the point where the Rake is murdering the protagonists of the story. I really don’t like writing about kids getting killed, but it’s a ghost story… So I have to get through this part.
Here is the script for page 22, in which the Rake confronts Ophie Miller.
Top Panel: The Rake is perched on a branch, several baby badgers are sitting around him, staring curiously. The Rake is clasping his hands together, looking up like a man at prayer.
The Rake, seeing his quarry treed in such an unfortunate manner, sat down to taunt his prey.
Panel Two: The Rake’s head and hand fill about 2/3rds of the panel. He is looking up, menacing. Little Faeries, stars, and flowers are flitting about his head.
“You, with your hair so dark, in that tree so high, remind me of the fairy stories, young miss,” said he.
“Of lost spirits in the wood, of sylphs, sidhe, and baine,” said he.
“Won’t you join your sister, dear?” he asked, as sincere as a jackal at an abattoir.
Panel Three, lower left hand corner: Ophie is incensed, in a defiant pose she is clutching one tree branch for support while gesturing at the Rake with her free hand. She is yelling.
Ophie replied only with a string of newly-catalogued curses, the depth and vivid imagery of which would have changed the nature of naval operations for centuries if they had been heard by any other ears.
Panel Four: The Rake looks shocked, eyes wide open…
Some so boldly vulgar as to give even this calloused Rake reason to blush.
Final Panel: Text:
Fancying up a new demise for so skillful a vulgarian, the Rake rummaged around in his rucksack until he found a decent sized package; all brown paper, grease stained and wrapped in twine.
Tomorrow, I’ll post the preliminary pencils for this page as part of the Workbench Wednesday update.