Edith Van Enid
More often referred to as “the deacon’s wife;” an accomplished organist, dove breeder, chemist, and haberdasher, she was known chiefly by her reputation within her congregation. No one ever really bothered to remember her actual name; the one given to posterity is, in fact, a chimera formed out of people’s best guesses.
Perhaps the most prolific destroyer of the undead since Edna Weatherspindle, her habit of donning her spectral, flaming Pentecost bonnet and stalking the London streets in search of vampires was well known. “Our churchyards are untidy enough as it is,” was her most common remark on the subject, though she was also a firm believer in the practice of running through anyone you caught climbing through young ladies’ bedroom windows.
Though most of her exploits are now forgotten by the world at large, her mutant, flame-resistant, incendiary doves live on in ecclesiastical artwork to this day.
Is there any connection between her and the phoenix?
Er, which pheonix?
The animal.
Stupid question, Caleb.
Anyway, I really like how this one turned out.
That flaming Pentecostal bonnet conjures up quite a few images of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow in my mind… I wonder if the two ever met. Excellent colors by the way, it takes skill to pull off orange and yellow without making it look glaring and you’ve succeeded nicely.