Oddly Grimm Tale & Story Images
As the Oddly Grimm Universe grows, additional images will appear on this page as interpretations of how I imagined the characters and their environment.
Excerpt from Volume I - Lina and the Frog: Lina turns on the wall and swings her legs around so she can face the frog more comfortably. She settles herself; knees angled toward it and begins to speak. “So, here we are. You, a frog, and I, a human, conversing and interacting in some form together.” She gestures between them, as though clarifying identities in case there is any confusion.
Excerpt from Volume I - The Mouse Pequeña and The Cat Doña Sombra: The air inside was cool and heavy, thick with old prayers and older secrets. Candles flickered despite the stillness, their flames bending as though acknowledging unseen movement. Pequeña felt a chill run down her spine. The saints in the stained-glass windows seemed to watch her with eyes that had seen too many confessions and too few absolutions.
Excerpt from Volume I - The Box that Calls - Part I: The air feels different here — thinner, as though the sentinel’s presence draws something from it. Only a few paces separate him from the drifting mass.
Excerpt from Volume I - The Forgotten Method: Without hesitation — and with the righteous fury of a man who had just been stabbed by his own hunting partner — Grunt delivered a resounding slap across Groan’s face. The sound echoed across the valley like a thunderclap.
Excerpt from Volume I - Rex and Rexanne: Rexanne lifted her head toward him, her breath still coming in short, uneven bursts as the last of the dizziness ebbed from her senses. Rex had already lowered his own head in response, angling it downward in a posture that, to an outside observer, might have resembled something tender — a quiet, almost ritualistic acknowledgement between two large predators. Only the faint huffing from Rexanne, sharp and rhythmic, broke the illusion.
Excerpt from Volume II - The Youth that felt no Fear: Unsure whether Ren had the ability to ignore sound entirely, she stepped closer. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed a single finger into the centre of his solar plexus — firm enough to be felt, gentle enough not to be aggressive. She knew the vulnerability of that point. She wanted to be sure he heard her.
