Happy Birthday, Coil!

Coil’s unique physiology necessitates that every century or so she must slither away into a secluded woodland to shed old scales.

After about a week of feasting on bear hearts, bathing in frog slime, and exfoliating with butterfly wings, she emerges renewed.

Contemporary obligations meant that she picked Red River Gorge over her usual spot in the Abyss, but I think the results are every bit as stunning (and we saved a fortune on dry cleaning the brimstone stains).

Happy birthday to my beautiful partner in life and business.