It’s 1987. Margaret Thatcher is about to sweep to her third term as Prime Minister, But in the shadows, old magics and ancient pacts are stirring. While in Manchester, Terrence Fitzwilliams, a social worker for human and faeries alike, is sent to track down a wayward teenager named Taz, unaware that the two of them are about to be thrust to the center of a conspiracy that will change the story of Britain forever.
Britain a Prophecy is an urban fantasy epic in the tradition of Sandman and The Wicked + The Divine, you can follow along as we make it on our Patreon for the Project. We post behind the scenes notes from both myself and the writer to all patrons there, and you can also get new scenes as soon as we finish them.
If you’d rather see individual comics, we are publishing them on Gumroad as Crossroad Comics and the first issue is available for free/pay what you like.
Britain a Prophecy is written by El Sandifer, with colors by Nechama Frier.
Olive Peaseblossom
Olive Peaseblossom was Elizabeth Sandifer and my first comic project, to learn the form. These are short 5 page “twist ending” comedy comics in the style of 2000AD’s Future Shocks about the adventures of a trickster.
You can find El’s critical writing work at Eruditorum Press.
Olive Peaseblossom in Kraken Went A-Courtin’
Olive Peaseblossom never met a problem they couldn’t solve by making a bigger problem. So when they accidentally unleash a horde of underwater skeletons, they have to make quite a big problem indeed.
Olive Peaseblossom in Hive City Hootenanny
In Hive City, the bees rule with an iron stinger. But Olive Peaseblossom is here, and they’re probably going to save the day. With… a jug band?
Olive Peaseblossom In Suburbia
In the wake of their most audacious caper yet, Olive has to lie low in the most dangerous place in all creation: their parents’ house.
Olive Peaseblossom Shorts
Six single panel gags following Olive between adventures.
Olive Peaseblossom in Have Them Fight God
Olive Peaseblossom is marooned in space, fending off the unwelcome attentions of a god. And worse, they’re out of cereal.