Howdy! I'm SO stoked to share this beautiful illustration of Her Majesty by my brother, Canon Parker. Canon is a full-blown art artist—a talented sculptor, painter and digital designer. If you enjoy the wacky spirit of Yak Laughter, you will definitely get a kick out of Canon's work. He has an incredibly diverse gallery at canonparker.com. Please give him a follow on Instagram @canonp.
I'm very fortunate to have Canon on board as the official Yak Laughter illustrator! He's already cooking up more epic depictions of the most visually interesting characters, like Toukie. These pieces are meant to evoke the vibe of the Yak Laughter, and are not intended to expand the plot or "canon," pardon the unavoidable pun. We're working on a Yak Laughter swag shop, coming soon to yaklaughter.com. The plan is to roll out a whole line of top-quality stickers, so everyone can afford a little piece of YL memorabilia. We'll also do t-shirts and posters who knows what else—it's gonna be sweeeeeeeeeet!
Additionally, I want to give you a heads up that I'm recording an audiobook version of Yak Laughter, which I will be releasing as a podcast to mirror the web-serial format. Of course, my main focus is cranking out more story. I've got loads of crazy ideas in the pipeline, so please stay tuned! I'm working as fast as I possibly can. The best way to stay up to date about everything Yak Laughter is to subscribe to the email list at yaklaughter.com.
Thanks for being here! Much love and many bubbles,
Coram
HER MAJESTY
Illustrated by Canon Parker
This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.
image [https://i.imgur.com/BEd7F1L.jpeg]
Excerpt from Chapter Five - Exaltituture
[Wilburn] stood rigid as a statue, his gaze nailed to a distant point beyond the ocean. There was nothing he could do to prevent himself from seeing what was coming—what he knew no mortal eye was meant to see. His very mind was slipping, his ability to choose, to simply will. Thoughts came and went, but Wilburn couldn’t steer them. He could not react. He could only experience. And what he experienced was... terror. How lucky he had been the first time! In the first dream, he had felt only the brush of Her, the faintest whisper of Her power. Now he would look full upon Her face—and be destroyed.
She came. Her Majesty rose up out of the ocean, not from underwater, but from behind the horizon, beyond the edge of the world. Her shadow gobbled up the world. Her wings reached wider than the sky. Her vastness was a thing greater than physical proportion; it was a magnitude of being, of reality itself. Her sheer existence was so terribly, pants-wettingly much—it shattered Wilburn’s capacity to perceive.
God. The word sang through him like his own true name. God. What else—who else—could it be? There simply wasn’t room, there simply wasn’t enough… everything… for this to be… anything… but… God. God.
Perhaps, if Wilburn had paid a bit more attention in church instead of imagining what the stained-glass windows would taste like if they were made of candy, it would have occurred to him that God had never been described as having the appearance of a three-eyed hornet, even one as superlatively colossal as Her Majesty. Then again, perhaps it wouldn’t have occurred to him. Perhaps even a priest would have been hoodwinked by Her Majesty’s... well, majesty. For indeed, her beauty surpassed description, wrought in colors for which Wilburn knew no words. In basic shape, She was a hornet with a third eye in the center of Her head. This super-form, however, was composed of a bafflingly intricate latticework of geometry, whose complexity of detail exponentiated as the distance between Herself and Wilburn shrank, as Her gravity plucked Wilburn off the mountaintop and hurled him toward Her.