"I want to help these souls." Henry said.
 "You do." Marga assured him.
 "I want to be there for them. Keep showing them the way…"
 "You are."
 "I still have the strength. The knowledge. I’ve lived lifetimes, through myself and through others… I can still lead them."
 "You can. I’ve seen it."
 "Then… then why do I feel so darn… tired all the time? Like I’m falling to pieces… Dyin’ all over again…”
 "Because nothing is eternal. The power of life is in its brevity. It holds on to us for meaning, but finds ultimate power in the letting go."
You taught me this, Hank.”
The two sit in silence for a few moments.
"And yet…we’re still here." Henry said.
 "We are." Marga assured him.
—-
More comic stuff. A little exchange between two of the main characters. Henry, the town Sheriff, and Marga, a reclusive witch. They’ve lived a long life in the town of Sundrop, and have formed a special bond because of it.

I want to try to post more comic stuff. I’ve been holding a lot of it close to the chest, but I’m starting to feel the need to show it. See if it really interests anyone other than me, see if there’s any future in these ideas.
Thanks for lookin’, enjoy!

"I want to help these souls." Henry said.

"You do." Marga assured him.

"I want to be there for them. Keep showing them the way…"

"You are."

"I still have the strength. The knowledge. I’ve lived lifetimes, through myself and through others… I can still lead them."

"You can. I’ve seen it."

"Then… then why do I feel so darn… tired all the time? Like I’m falling to pieces… Dyin’ all over again…”

"Because nothing is eternal. The power of life is in its brevity. It holds on to us for meaning, but finds ultimate power in the letting go."

You taught me this, Hank.”

The two sit in silence for a few moments.

"And yet…we’re still here." Henry said.

"We are." Marga assured him.

—-

More comic stuff. A little exchange between two of the main characters. Henry, the town Sheriff, and Marga, a reclusive witch. They’ve lived a long life in the town of Sundrop, and have formed a special bond because of it.

I want to try to post more comic stuff. I’ve been holding a lot of it close to the chest, but I’m starting to feel the need to show it. See if it really interests anyone other than me, see if there’s any future in these ideas.

Thanks for lookin’, enjoy!

Some doodles for the comic idea. Chunky and loose, just trying some stuff out.

This is Marga. She is a woman of ritual. A witch, to put it plainly, practiced in the art of blood magic. She uses the blood of mammals to cast her spells; to exert her power over the earth and to commune with the greater universe. It was not a life completely chosen by her, a life full of scars. But it’s one she has come to embrace over time, forming a deep pride and respect for her gifts.