Book Two cover inked

 The delightful Mr Silver has finished the inks for the Cover of book Two, Kreekraw and Kris:Taking The Piss.



Since I'm mainly focusing on getting book one complete and sent out to it's backers The cover will not be coloured for a while.I'm now attempting to lean about the wonderful world of print files,pdfs and cymk type stuff.

Every dream should be labelled "some assembly required"

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