"Bod hurried through the rain through the Old Town, always heading up the hill toward the graveyard. The grey day had become an early night while he was inside the storeroom, and it came as no surprise to him when a familiar shadow swirled beneath the street lamps. Bod hesitated, and a flutter of night-black velvet resolved itself into a man-shape.
Silas Stood in front of him, arms folded."
A drawing of Silas from "The Graveyard Book" by Neil Gaiman. It started out as a discussion about negative space with ~StormAiyo
, and I always wanted to do an illustration from this book.