The Wrath King

A Political (Fictional) Broadside

As I am currently working on a fantasy novel, I wanted to perhaps make a broadside that is related to the content of the book.

I have several ideas relating to The Wrath King. The first would be to create a fictional political poster for the civil war that happens several years before the events of The Wrath King. It’d be for the rebellion and promote the political figure, The Wrath King and his soldiers. Second, I was thinking about doing something related to the plot of the book itself. Either doing something political with the events, since there are several massacres throughout the book and maybe even something relating to propaganda against particular practitioners of blood magic. The third idea would be using one of the main characters and creating a poem around them and aesthetically linking the imagery to the imagery that describes them. (More on this idea below…)

The Wrath King deals with heavy topics such as war, religious fanaticism, court politics, myth, and revenge. It also features ideas about memory, body image, scars, and trauma. so, since the text has a grittier, darker message, theme, and plotline, the Broadside should reflect that.

Aesthetically, no matter which idea I go for I’d like the broadside to be made of heavy, saturated, jewel-toned colors. But also, have a limited color palette. Rich, deep blacks, stark snowy whites, brilliant rubies, and brutal crimsons. With imagery that is aesthetically akin and atmospherically like the moodboard pictured below~

I believe when it comes to the type of font I’d want, it would have to be a serif font (mostly because I have a personal vendetta against the font Arial). I believe it should be a bold, either all capitals or all lowercase letters, and not cursive.



“Hold on,” Ainle commanded, feeling the familiar ache and burn of blood magic course through his veins. There was always a price, one that took and took in exchange for something that held the ultimate price. “Take me,”

protector, soldier, brother. Searcher of the Necromancer and hunter of the Tyrant. like his fellow brothers of the Crimson Legion, is finding it difficult to return to a ruined and broken land. Winning the war is not the end, as he previously believed. Instead, he is thrown headfirst into politics, a war of words not swords. Weaponless in the game that surrounds the throne and priests, the Wrath King sends a restless Ainle to a mission into the great East beyond. 


Nola scoffed, kicking a loose rock in anger. Raktos’s light, her ass. Just religious talk for a stake being covered in oil and struck with a match. She didn’t know what she would do if her sister was burned at the stake. Would Nola be too for helping her? Calder? The rest of her family? The entire North?

sister. the north’s hope. The Brightfang’s daughter. Keeper of Keserin’s Secrets. hates court life. With her sister being the future Queen of Izaro, Nola must behave and bite her tongue in order to keep them in favor of the Wrath King. But when dark assassins creep in through the walls at night, dripping off the ceiling like oil. And she must protect her sister from the devils that creep around the corner, even if that means being less ladylike. To be honest, she’s okay with that. 


Resli was lost in the pain and blood, swimming deep within the in between world of blinding sunlight cast off the carver’s dagger and the dark recesses of pain. She couldn’t remember her name or her city or even her god. Where were they? Shouldn’t they have protected them?

survivor. the scarred flower. the vengeful ghost. Deliverer of the Silverflame.  is the sole survivor of a horrific attack on her and her fellow Scarlet Sisters. As a fledgling Priestess in the center of the Capital, she has much to learn about the games the House of Red plays. But hellbent on finding the hooded figures who massacred a part of her family, Priestess Resli goes searching for the ones who linger in the dark, the only ones who might be able to help her. Even if it means traveling far from her home into a land that is despised by any good Izarorian citizen and faithful servant to the House of Red, the former stronghold of the House of Silver. 


And as the song rose, lifting out of his mouth and into the air, the sharp smell of metallic blood mixed with it, giving it a life, a breath, a beat. It seemed to swirl, a tether to his very soul. His piece of himself to give back as he took what was not his. His hands moved without thinking, carving, the blood dripping down into the pool and staining it dark. But the victim never moved, never flinched, just bobbed in the water with lashes fluttering.

the son of the silver sword. Swordhunter. memory weaver. silver wastes madman. hides in the shadows, awaiting his chance to enact revenge on the cult that murdered his mother. However, in order to get close to the man who gave the orders, he must be indoctrinated into one of the four learned Houses as an apprentice and become a true part of the sect he hates. As he ventures deeper into the dark world of blood magic and the ancient secrets of sorcerers and Magi, Lucien finds the entanglement stickier than he first perceived. 

Discussion Ideas

Brats and Memes

I couldn’t decide between these two spreads. When I looked at both of them, separately at first, I knew I wanted to pick them because of their interesting design paired with more words than most of the other pages have. The first image, the one with the tale of the Emperor’s New Clothes, is very limited in style. The pages are white with only the sketched outline of our nude Emperor and the bold black of the typeface. It works with McLuhan’s message that the environment is invisible. Only a few pages ago he had an entirely blank page with just the words at the top, “Environments are invisible. Their groundrules, pervasive structures, and overall pattern elude easy perception.” On the Emperor page, he elaborates on this concept. It is those on the fringes of society, the ones who rebel that can see the foundational structures of our environments. As he says, the brat is the one who comments on the Emperor wearing nothing. It is almost childlike, this word that he uses, brat. It’s what someone would call a rude or unruly child, and yet, for McLuhan, who is obsessed with the wide-eyed, nonconformist youths, this idea of being a brat is a good thing. And because it seems to McLuhan that youth and the virtues that come with youth, are things to strive for and to want. And then he pairs it with the Emperor, a childish drawing that is different than the other photographs and realistic, almost magazine-like pictures in most of the book. It is almost an emphasis on how children might see the very conforming adults to be exaggerations of themselves, just as the picture of the Emperor is.

The second spread I chose because of its explicit way of talking about the way that children think in this modern world. Children have senses we, as adults, have lost and can think outside of the boxes we’ve been put in during our upbringing, education, and life experiences. Children are idealized by McLuhan in this sense, saying that those who are mediocre will find ways to succeed that a traditional successful person can not, or will not. But, if for just a second I can go off on a tangent, McLuhan starts the paragraph by talking about humor. And his final statement, “It is usually a compressed overlay of stories” seems to be a pretty good definition of a modern-day meme. On the internet, where information spreads rapidly, memes often shift and change within minutes or hours of them going viral. And then, memes on top of memes, become funny only to those who saw both the original memes. The addition of new words into our vocabulary like “Yeet!” or the ability to quote entire Vines to express a so-called “vibe” is all of these different kinds of stories and ideas and messages woven together to create a communal feeling within those who understand it. And of course, the most famous, “okay boomer”, is a mocking meme in and of itself that mocks those who don’t understand memes (or are just mean to retail/customer service workers). It’s a piece of the generational gaps that exist in our society, and it is so odd that McLuhan describes this in a way that is relevant to our internet crazed society.