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6/9/2009

I had another comic planned for tonight, but I found out today that my favorite author, David Eddings, died last week. I originally drew this back in 8th grade, as you can probably tell from the worn paper, but I guess I didn't actually date it until 2003, when I was a sophomore in high school. It's sort of followed me around through the years, along with my other old notebook paper sketches I did a lot of back in middle/high school. (So not posting those. They're mostly DBZ characters. I am not ashamed though!)

David and Leigh Eddings' books meant a lot to me. They're a large part of who I am, and definitely the reason I'm the book nerd I am today.

Rest in peace, David. Hope you're having a tankard with Belgarath himself, and thanks for the stories.

- Justin

"What was that?" Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner.
"Brill," Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on.
"Again?" Belgarath demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?"
"Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked. The old man looked puzzled. "He wasn't doing it very well," Silk added.
Belgarath shrugged. "Maybe it'll come to him in time."
"He doesn't really have all that much time." Silk glanced out over the edge. From far below - terribly far below - there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another.
"Does bouncing count?" Silk asked.
Belgarath made a wry face. "Not really."
"Then I'd say he didn't learn in time." Silk said blithely.

- Magician's Gambit by David Eddings

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