Saturday, February 21, 2026

Illustrations from Ancient Tales Untold









More AI enhanced pictures, many I 'designed' back in middle school. That is the Corn Ghost (mentioned in one of my stories published here on the NOT) and that is not some sort of half-a***d Nazgul, it a storm spirit. Argola is a large alien beetle, part of a strange little series of sci-fi illustrations I was doing. What looks like a second butt is his captain's chair. The wizard with the skull is one of my oldest drawings of all; I remember working on it in Mrs. Rector's class.

 

Friday, February 20, 2026

The Old Boy!


See elsewhere on the Niche for the original drawing and the short story. Friday Fiction revisited?

Thursday, February 19, 2026

I've Become Enthralled By AI Imaging












These are images from ChatGPT that I've produced using original drawings that I made when I was a Junior in high school, almost 45 years ago. Some are strangely off, some come eerily close to my vision of what they could be. Thornbriar's hat brim has transmuted into hair, and he looks unusually cheerful. The Hunter is perhaps the oddest interpretation: he looks like he has a bull's head twisted around. It is a strangely heady experience to see these old things transmuted. I can see now I was drawing figures that were in proportion strangely squat.

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

The Villain's Journey


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C96qbHZNfrE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sa4Mo8RFsX8

The Hero's Journey is well documented, but the villain's dilemma tends to be as crooked and peculiar as his twisted black mustache. Jay Ward had some interesting takes on the melodramatic backstory of the familiar style of foe.

Okay, This Is Very Close


For a while we've been trying to get AI programs to make a good picture of a Morg, and I think at last we are very, very close. This is the head a model that John produced using Grok and one of my old drawings, and it finally seemed to get the idea of the muzzle. Okay, the skin should be more tan and the hair raven-black, and the black tooth an interesting choice (maybe the program didn't realize it was supposed to be a tooth), but I almost cried for joy when I saw this. It's part of a larger iconic picture of Mog-Gammoth, the Lord and Patron of the whole Morg race. That explains the halo of fire around his head.

 

Tuesday, February 17, 2026

Into the Archive: Library Bookstore Gleanings


Robert Louis Stevenson: His Best Pacific Writings Paperback – January 1, 2003

by Roger Robinson (Author), Robert Louis Stevenson (Author)

Robert Louis Stevenson, author of "Treasure Island" and "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde", traveled and lived in the Pacific from 1888 until his death in Samoa in 1894. He wrote fiction, history, travel journals, poetry and prayers about these Pacific experiences. All were popular when first published, but some of these writings are now little known. This attractive edition of the best of these writings coincides perfectly with the upsurge of interest in the Pacific and writings sympathetic to indigenous cultures. - Amazon.


The Dark Is Rising Sequence (5V.in 1V Paperback) – January 1, 1984

by Susan Cooper (Author)

This spellbinding volume brings together the five novels from Susan Cooper's classic fantasy sequence: "Over Sea", "Under Stone"; "The Dark is Rising"; "Greenwitch"; "The Grey King"; and "Silver on the Tree". Here Barney, Jane and Simon discover an ancient map in Cornwall; the mysterious Merriman reveals his secret purpose; and Will Stanton realizes that he is not just an ordinary boy but has a far greater role in fulfilling his destiny. Creating a magical world where the everyday mingles with the supernatural, "The Dark is Rising Sequence" weaves a story of secret codes, strange prophecies, the legend of King Arthur and a centuries-old conflict between the power of good and the forces of evil. - Amazon

It would be hard to calculate just how much this series was influential on me from when I was 11 years-old to the end of middle school. I discovered it only a little after I read The Hobbit, and it seemed to fit right in with stuff like Bedknobs and Broomsticks, but more contemporary (at the time) and more ... well, cosmic. This nostalgia might help explain why I bought this well-bound Puffin edition, even though I already have a creaky hard cover edition. That, and it was only 50 cents.

 

The Lord of the Rings: The Houses of Healing (Part Three)


Aragorn enters the Houses of Healing and the others follow. Inside they see Citadel guards, one tall and one short, and the short one is actually Pippin, who greats Aragorn with wonder and delight, calling him Strider, much to the consternation of Prince Imrahil. Is this how we greet our kings?

Aragorn laughs and tells Pippin they have no time to catch up just yet. But if ever his house is established, it will be called Strider. ‘But in the high tongue it will not sound so ill, and Telcontar I will be, and all the heirs of my body.’

As they walk along Gandalf tells him of the deeds of Eowyn and Merry. He knows because they spoke a lot in their dreaming before they sank down into silence. ‘Also it is given to me to see many things far off.’

Aragorn examines Faramir, Eowyn, and Merry and looks grave and weary. Eomer, seeing how tired he is, asks if he will not eat something and rest a while, but Aragorn says there is no time, and least of all for Faramir. He calls for Ioreth and asks if they have much store of herbs, and the old lady answers in a long complaint about how hard it is to get proper supplies, what with the war and all, but they do their best. Aragorn asks her very shortly if they have any athelas. She doesn’t know of anything by that name, but she could ask the herb-master.

He says it is sometimes called kingsfoil by the country folk, and Ioreth says, well no, we have none of that, she knows. She never heard it was good for anything. She once asked her sisters in Lossarnach why it’s called kingsfoil; if she were a king she’d have better plants in her garden. But it does smell wholesome when ‘bruised.’

Aragorn tells her then run as quick as her tongue and find some kingsfoil somewhere in the City, if any is to be had, as she loves the Lord Faramir.

‘And if not,’ said Gandalf, ‘I will ride to Lossarnach with Ioreth behind me, and she shall take me to the woods, but not to her sisters. And Shadowfax shall show her the meaning of haste.’

Bits and Bobs

Pippin says that somehow he knew it was Strider in the black fleet though everyone was shouting ‘corsairs!’ How he could have even suspected such a thing is never explained. He has not seen Aragorn since Gandalf took the hobbit to Gondor. A feeling, a lifting of heart?

Athelas is Sindarin (athae + lass); ‘leaves of the Kings.’ There is now a healthcare technology company that goes by the name.

In the Peter Jackson movies Sam calls kingsfoil a weed, though (gardener though he is) I wonder if he ever saw it in the cultivated Shire. It was said to grow wild in areas where the Dunedain had lived, and even then was hard to find. I wonder if Sam had ever wandered abroad much, even in the lands surrounding the Shire. But that was the movie, and they needed explication.

Ioreth fits the trope of the gabby old lady who, when asked a question, will rattle on in a discursive manner with whatever enters her head until she comes in a roundabout way to the answer one is looking for. I would say this is a stereotype if my own mother and my niece did not fit the trope to a T. You always have to have the explanatory story before the answer.

This is a pretty short snip, but I have a long day ahead.