Sedgewick Harcourt

"I can see him now, with yellow, pasty face, drooping lids, and pin-point pupils, all huddled in a chair, the wreck and ruin of a noble man."

-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, "The Man with the Twisted Lip"

The first word to come to mind is "emaciated" when you view the man upon this card. Narrow shoulders. Bones standing out like sharp edges along the lines of his face. Clad in greys and black, with the occasional bit of brown, the well-tailored clothes are largely covered up by a voluminous, and unseasonably heavy cloak. The large cowl is pulled up, usually obscuring the features but the light has caught the subject so that the sharp planes of his thin, drawn face can be seen clearly. Sharp nose, straight brown hair, piercing hazel eyes. His thin, bloodless lips seem to turn up slightly as though something amuses the subject. He seems to lean forward slightly, almost leaning upon the staff that is clutched primarily in his right hand, his left hand reaching cross body to add to the grip. Both hands are gloved. On his shoulder rests a large raven, finding just enough room on the bony shoulders to remain perched there.

An Unkindness of Ravens

• Prologue
• Chapter One (3 September 2000)
• Chapter Two (24 September 2000)

The Notes of Sedgewick Harcourt

• 3 September 2000
• 24 September 2000