Marshall Gilchrist
hand-drawn illustrations
a smattering of images over the years
for the pages of the Dorothy Dunnett Society's literary magazine Whispering Gallery


"He was drunk as an auk."
To Lie With Lions - Dorothy Dunnett
Magpie, Venice

" My dear ass, I ran like a corncrake..."
Game of Kings - Dorothy Dunnett


"A goose, frowning, marched across the grass."
Game of Kings - Dorothy Dunnett

"Stirred to reply, a nightingale in the western gully of Trebizond began a sweet descant to the great cry soaring now from the Chrysokephalos."
The Spring of the Ram - Dorothy Dunnett
"Oonagh woke soon after dawn, the blackbirds loud in the orange trees and turned her head..."
Queen's Play - Dorothy Dunnett
"While their younglings fought, and nurses and tutors swooped and called like starlings,..."
Game of Kings - Dorothy Dunnett




Nostradamus
"L'arbre qu'estoit par long temps morte seche
Dans un nuict vendra a reverdir"
Checkmate - Dorothy Dunnett

"...there were swans floating through amber reed-beds..."
King Hereafter - Dorothy Dunnett
"Mr. Crouch, wittily obese like a middle-aged titmouse, sat enthroned on his stomach, giving tongue."
Game of Kings - Dorothy Dunnett
"Painted, portly and bellicose as puffins..."
Checkmate - Dorothy Dunnett

"His parents have been endowing churches like jackdaws."
King Hereafter - Dorothy Dunnett



"...with moorhen tracking its jade lichened surface."
Checkmate - Dorothy Dunnett
after the myth that the pelican wounds her own breast to allow her young to feed upon her blood.
