Flay

"Mr. Flay appeared to clutter up the doorway as he stood revealed, his arms folded.... It did not look as though such a bony face as this could give normal utterance, but rather that instead of sounds, something more brittle, more ancient, something drier would emerge, something more in the nature of a splinter or a fragment of stone... His passage across a room -- in fact his passage through life -- was accomplished by cracking sounds, one per step, which might be likened to the breaking of dry twigs."




Mister Flay, cadaverous First Servant of the Earl of Gormenghast and arch-enemy of Swelter. If Swelter is Sydney Greenstreet, I see Flay as being somewhere between Peter Cushing and Basil Rathbone. Cheekbone-tastic!

Hopefully the splendour of his gold bits is undermined by the dust and cobwebs adorning his coat. I wanted to make him look as though he's just walked through an abandoned tunnel and everything that possibly could has clung to his jacket by the time he's come out of the other end. The candle isn't lit because I imagine he'd be very frugal and blow it out the moment it wasn't needed.

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