Even when trying to make my art better reflect the epic fantasy feel of Woodwalker, it still ends up looking like middle-grade unicorn giggles. If anybody has Alan Lee's phone number, tell him we need to talk.
I also don't think Mae would actually have books with her, since she has to carry her whole life on her back. Maybe she uses the pages she's read as firestarters.
(Literary professionals screaming in the distance.)
Emily B. Martin
Author and Illustrator