I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
Well, keep it a secret from Gertrude, at least, please. I don't need that kind of murderous foul mouthed adorable little girl in my life. Although I want her in all my fiction.
See, Gertrude wants to go on an adventure, like Alice in Wonderland. And she does. As she falls, though, she has doubts. When she lands and is told all she need do is find a key to get home, she's like, 'done.'
Pushing the limits of incompetency, she spends the next day* looking for the key. Twenty seven years later, Gertrude still looks like an adorable eight year old child. In reality, she is an alcohol swilling, dirty mouthed, murderous, dirty minded woman. She kills everything in her way because she just wants to get out of muffin fluffing Fairyland.
Cloudia, the Queen of Fairyland, is none too pleased herself. I suppose a child usually comes in, spends a day there looking for a key, then goes home, dreams of Giggle Giants in their heads. Instead, Gertrude has spent decades cutting a bloody path of destruction - physical and emotional it seems - throughout all the realms in Fairyland. Gertrude's former ally and patron has now become her worst enemy - and it's so much fun to watch them try murder each other.
The line artwork is by Young, and the vibrant coloring brought to you by yet another artist. Still counting it for Writer is Artist for bingo!
*and twenty six years and three hundred sixty four days.