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Now Towering was laughing. He was far too relaxed for a bound man, and Blouse sounded far too much like a nice but worried man trying to appear firm and determined. To Polly, it was like watching a child bluffing in poker against a man called Doc.

‘A word in private, Perks?’ snapped Blouse. He drew her closer, but Polly kept her eye on Sergeant Towering. He might be bound hand and foot, but she wouldn’t have trusted a man who grinned like that if he’d been nailed to the ceiling.

‘Perks, you are making a great contribution but I really will not have my orders continually questioned,’ said Blouse.

‘You are my batman, after all. I think I run a “happy ship” here, but I will be obeyed. Please?’

Working on Thumbnails and establishing a solid style for the series

Working title: Predicament of the TimeKeeper.

Beginning sketches for blink! The layouts in Blink will comprise of: The Dark city, The Ruins, The Rocks, The Sands, and lastly The Tower.

The Dark City: A fallen Utopian style city that has been forced to build on top of itself for many years just to survive. It is jumbled, cramped, and patchwork, but is keeping itself together. Surrounded by water, much of the city’s outer rings and the pillars of its bridge has been lost below the surface of the rising tide.  

The Ruins:  The Ruins are what is left of the once sprawling city, washed up on the shore and sunk into quicksand-like ground. 

The Rocks:  The Safest way to get to the sands. A maze of interlocking caves, red in color and striated from years of sediment buildup. Slowly, the breakdown of these caves and rocks created The Sands. 

An old Night Watch piece from my first read - Rosie Palm, Sandra and Agony Aunts.

...That’s my best offer.’ He took a sip of tea, and added, ‘It’s a better one than most of the Tenth got, I’ll tell you. I heard your regiment got wiped out.’

Polly’s expression didn’t change, but she felt herself curl up into a tinyball behind it.

Look at the eyes, look at the eyes. Liar. Liar.

‘Wiped out?’ said Blouse.

‘And he’s made the tea lukewarm so’s it won’t hurt when I splashes it in his face,’ Towering went on. He gave Polly the steady, honest gaze of the born bastard.

Polly held it, lie for lie.

‘Oh, yeah. The Ankh-Morpork people’ve got a little printing press on a cart, over on the other side of the river,’ said Towering, still watching Polly.