While not quite the illustration for, this was definitely inspired by a scene from Fury’s Embrace, the story I’m currently working on. It’ll be the second of a series, following Death’s Blessing.
But then he found this cemetery and cleared every piece of angel, demon and undead filth in a one-mile radius around it, to be at peace while his creepy-ass ghouls dug a hole in the ground. Like for a coffin. He sat at the edge of that hole, staring in it, for a day and a night, as still as the headstones around him. I swear, if I didn’t interrupt him, he’d still be sitting there. Perhaps he’d eventually turn to stone.
I dreamt he rose from the waves, wearing jewelry instead of chains; and in his hands, he held a heart of fire.