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Watership Down graphic novel reaction/icon images: PART I

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🐇 Watership Down: The Graphic Novel by Richard Adams, adapted and illustrated by James Sturm and Joe Sutphin

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

The story of Watership Down is a classic; a group of rabbits escape a doomed warren and in their adventures find a new home with new problems and new enemies. There’s a wonderful cast of characters and it’s my favorite book of all time. You can imagine I was very excited (and a little hesitant) about the publication of the graphic novel adaptation.

This book blew me away. The illustrations are stunningly beautiful and even more memorable after reading that Joe Sutphin and James Sturm were actually on the real Watership Down taking photos and studying the landscape. Everything about this story tugged my heart strings and brought back all my memories of why I love this story.

Obviously, as all graphic novel adaptations go, not everything from the book was included but they did really well with deciding what to keep and what propels the story forward. The scenes with Kehaar and Bigwig, the selected mythological tales of El-ahrairah, the doom of Efrafa, all of it was impactful. This is a solid example of adaptations done RIGHT.

Thank you for bringing life to my favorite book 💕

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Out this week: Watership Down (Ten Speed Press, $26.99): James Sturm and Joe Sutphin adapt the classic tale of warring rabbit tribes by Richard Adams into a graphic novel.

See what else is arriving at local comic shops this week.

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Watership Down: The Graphic Novel

Graphic novel adaptation of classic rabbit adventure novel This is my absolute favourite book so when I saw a graphic novel adaptation was being published five days before the due date of my first baby, I had to have it. It was a bit of a birth gift to myself, and I intended on reading it as a bit of comfort during labour. As it turned out, my labour was really quite quick and straightforward,…

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Happy birthday to James Sturm!

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"Und es ist schwer, in der Zukunft nicht einfach eine Fortsetzung der Gegenwart zu sehen."

- Markttag, James Sturm

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Watership Down graphic novel reaction/icon images: PART II

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I seriously can’t wait to read this!

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My favorite story come to life 🥹

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Adventures in Cartooning - Create a World! is a cute introduction how to create your comic world!

Adventures in Cartooning - Create a World! is a cute introduction how to create your comic world! #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

The Knight is back and ready for another cartooning adventure with Edward the Horse! As every adventurer knows, you can’t have an epic journey without an epic new world to explore. They could fly to a floating metropolis or swim through an underwater empire, trek across a frozen tundra or climb to the top of a majestic mountain–the possibilities are endless! But before they do, they’ll need to…

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@ein-schnee-sturm asked: Comforting (from Winter to James)

After so many years in politics - Atlesian politics to boot - James would have thought he'd seen it al. Heard it all. Every accusation and argument that could leave him raw and bleeding in every way but the physical. Indeed, these days, it did seem a struggle to find insults and accusations that did more than frustrate him...the vast majority he found he could accept, excuse, or even forgive entirely.

It was just a bad day.

He told himself that, bare metal fingers clenched in his dark hair as he sat on the couch in his apartment.

The apartment itself was near pitch-black, his dimmed lights so low that someone unfamiliar with the furniture might have struggled to avoid it all. The dark blue walls - painted with constellations and stars in a soft silvery-white - enhanced the warm, enclosed, dark feeling. The charcoal gray furniture was far easier on strained eyes than anything lighter or darker, and the thick gray carpet in the livingroom absorbed noise near-perfectly.

The migraine pounded at his skull relentlessly, though it was not the cause for his distress. Nor his state of relative undress: his heavy leather coat was balled up and thrown angrily into the chair near the couch, his tie dropped carelessly somewhere between the door and the couch, along with his waistcoat by the arm of the couch. His gloves stripped off and left in an uncaring heap on the table before him, leaving the bare metal of his hands exposed.

Left in only the soft, stretchy black sweater that always lay underneath his other layers, titles stripped away, he was left as merely James Ironwood. Tired. Breaking under the strain of all he had taken on, and...and the loathing of all those he sought to protect.

The gentle touch to his cheek nearly caused him to start, but even starting to move caused him to draw in a sharp breath between his teeth, the throbbing pain in his skull enough to make him think better of it. At least, so suddenly.

"Winter..." His voice came raw, hoarse. Choked. He swallowed, not quite daring to curse even under his breath, and forced his fingers to slide from his hair so he could try and look at his daughter. Uncommonly, it was his gaze that could not raise to even come close to hers, sapphire eyes skittering away as if he could somehow conceal the depth of pain at what they had all witnessed in his office.

Nora Valkyrie was an outspoken, fierce young woman, and in another situation, with a different argument, he might have found her spirit and strength inspiring. Here and now...her accusations had thrown him off his precarious balance, and - faced with no truly friendly gaze, faced with such overwhelming numbers in his own space, driven to the door of his own office - he had retreated to the only other space he knew would grant safe haven. A sanctuary that had been his for most of his life.

He'd handled worse from far crueler, nastier politicians than Nora Valkyrie could ever hope to be. It just...didn't make the emotions any easier to handle, just now. Didn't make an already-bleeding heart any easier to staunch.

He dropped his gaze again, one hand covering his mouth as if it might hide it all from view, as if the frayed edges of his being weren't on full display for even the uninitiated to see.

"...I'm sorry. I'll- I'll be alright. Just a bad...migraine, is all." Far from a lie. The tears didn't account for how blurred his vision was, or the pounding, throbbing, splitting agony in his skull.

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