Sketchbook Drawing Of Young Fitz And Nosy! With A Couple Quotes From Pg. 33 Of Assassins Apprentice!

Fitz and the Fool for my sister!

We are both long time readers of Robin Hobb's Realm of the Elderlings books, but I never once have managed to draw any fanart for any of them. I think part of this is due the the classic problem of the fiction being so good there is nothing to add to it by drawing.... Although many others have still managed. If this ends up being the only picture I ever draw of RotE, I won't be too unhappy.

My inspiration by the "silence of cats" passages from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke... . ...𝑭𝒐𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓... ... 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑶𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒔.... . I've been working on these for a while but certain unforeseen events kept intruding. Created with Photoshop and Be Funky as everything else.

Room of forgotten objects with some hints of ROTE added... Perhaps there is a place like that somewhere in Robin Hobb's mind... . Believe it or not this is actually a photo that I took in a castle in France(you can see the original on my photography insta account) and edited a bit to fit the series.

beloved!! the most loved!!

Molly Chandler (Badgerlock) spends many nights alone in her bed probably wondering and trying not to think about where her husband is and what is on his mind. She spend years alone in bed while Fitz wrote romantic and passionate letters to the Fool battling with his love, need and desire which he pushed deep inside but could not be denied anymore. There is a new work on AO3 called The Cold Side of the Bed by mellowthorn and these images are based on that or your imagination of how she felt.

I took a really long time to construct this room and there is a second version which I will upload as well.

-The Departure Platform, Victoria Station-

-The Hammock-

Work in progress with various layers.

"In that last dance of chances

When I know you'll not be mine

I will let you go with longing

And the hope that you'll be fine."

/The latest pictures I drew while reading. It's hard for me to describe how mentally devastated I was. Yes, I'm not opposed to taking a break to read rw chronicles. The last picture is an attempt to figure out how Beloved looks in darker colors(brown as an appleseed🥺)

/And now, something else. In the translation to my native language, the poem sounded a little different and I decided to translate it back literally. This is the first version I read, and damn it, the dance of hope? There's no hope here. I really like this version, but damn it, how I cried.

The last dance is a dance of hope,

Fleeting, like a dream and smoke.

I will leave the hall, unable to watch,

How easily you spin with someone else.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The weight of farewell is heavy.

May the other one, to whom you’ll go,

Return your wings.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

I’ll let you go without a word.

May the one who will take my place,

Give you love.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The thread fades, breaks.

To know each other - and lose everything,

And live... and not live... not live.

Jonathan Strange from Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke... . Created with Adobe Photoshop and Be Funky filters.