"I am tired, Gray Mouser, of these little brushes with Death," Fafhrd the Northerner said, lifting his dinted, livid goblet and taking a measured sup of sweet ferment of grape laced with bitter brandy. "Want a big one?" his comrade scoffed, drinking likewise. Fafhrd considered that, while his gaze traveled slowly yet without stop all the way round the tavern, whose sign was a tarnished and serpentine silver fish. "Perhaps," he said. "It's a dull night," the other agreed.
[from The frost monstreme]
A work in progress. Hopefully our friends at Dark Horse will take notice and smile at us. All sketches and drawings by artist Giuliano Giunta. The guy's very talented but yet too dumb to propose himself seriously to some publisher... Till he put some salt in his head, I'll continue to use him as a skillful drawing extension of my own (and Leiber's) imagination. More sketches to come...
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