One reason I like writing Anthem is that it lets me try to write someone who is actually a teenager. And while being fifteen years old carries different cultural baggage in our world and in a magical pre-industrial society surrounded by hostile aliens and meddling gods, there are certain constants. One of them is that no teenager can properly scale her behavior to the gravity of the situation. Ex-friend you wronged coming for a visit? Catatonic hysteria. Squirming cosmic blasphemy come for your soul? Cool insouciance.

I’m thrilled that I got a slightly overhead view of Anthem in the sixth panel (lower-left), though the bureau isn’t quite perfect.