A selection of illustrations scanned from the printed version of The Grandfather Tree 2.2.

Foxlock sat alone, his arms wrapped around his knees as he watched Tito. by Karen Bledsoe
Kestrel sighed quietly. Horizon's silence had become irritating. Not that the huntress had asked for her company, but Kestrel thought she might at least say something! by Karen Bledsoe	"Ack!" Cyclone yelped. "Back, bug!" "Bad, bad grumpyhead Highthing!"Twiglet scolded, and spat a wad of wrapstuff into his face. by Karen Bledsoe
Foxlock leaped and seized hold of the slender chance, just as the beast lunged. Jaws snapped shut on empty air, and Foxlock dangled perilously by one hand. But the thin branch bent again under his weight and the monster seized his leg in its jaws. by Karen Bledsoe and Lynn Eldridge (proving once again that great minds think alike)
Horizon leaped at the monster, locking her legs behind its head and stabbing it in the bad eye. by Karen Bledsoe	Nightfire glanced up at Cyclone, and saw him standing stiff, as if poleaxed. One foot, just stepping forward, missed the branch and Cyclone toppled into the swamp. by Karen Bledsoe
Hilltop leaped out of the tree, and strolled casually over to the troll, passing right under Stormrook's nose. by Karen Bledsoe	"Um... I..." Tito muttered. "Well..." "Yes?" Starfall said, a bit shortly. "I haven't the slightest idea what to do next... about us, I mean." Tito turned his face to the ground, and blushed furiously. by Karen Bledsoe
Hilltop leaped from Kruuk's shoulders, pulling Nightfire down with her. by Karen Bledsoe	Foxlock stumbled and fell, rolling over with a cry. He scrambled back up, peeling off his tunic as though it burned him. He yanked his daggers off and threw them down. *Leave me alone!! Leave me alone!!* by Mara Gil
Brilliantly-clothed humans marched in a procession around the room, accompanied by spotted cats, bright birds, and all manner of mythical beasts. Who were these people, and what had been the purpose of all this? The images were beautiful, but they gave no clue. by Lynn Eldridge
*Father!* Kestrel sent again, but with far less hope. To the gathered tribemates she said, *I... we went to bring him back... he had the scroll untied, then a wave swept Tito off and the scroll with him... and father... he jumped out after Tito...* by Lynn Eldridge
Foxlock looked up at the pair, finding something appealing in Briarheart's brave smile. Odd he'd never really noticed her before. Because she was Allim's daughter, perhaps? *Is it safe to be standing there?* he asked in sudden concern. by Mara Gil	From between two curtains emerged a tall, regal elf woman. Her eyes were closed, and she leaned on the arm of a smaller maiden, a plump lass wearing a short gown and bracelets studded with sparkling blue stones. by Tara Simmons
Portraits of Luit, Allim, and Tito in the Hall of the Watchkeepers. by Karen Bledsoe
Portrait of Bluestone and Shycloud exchanging hairdressing tips. by Tavie Phillips	Cyclone threatened the white-haired pureblood with his spear before taking Hilltop joyfully up in his arms. by Karen Bledsoe
Portraits of Fairsky, Vellah, and Luit. by Lynn Eldridge
Shycloud healing. by Tavie Phillips	Allim grasped her hand. **Perhaps you and I should talk about this. Alone.** Vellah inclined her head gracefully. **All right. Though what you seem to need...** **Where?** Allim asked, drawing in a long breath. by Tavie Phillips

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