When I started work on Steeple in 2018, I did not anticipate that dear Billie would end up naked as a jaybird, covered in runes, praying to a winged goat-man statue. But looking back, this was probably the only way things could have gone. And I like to think that when it happened, she remained true to herself.

Is it ominous that this is the 11th page of the 11th issue of Steeple, published on the 11th day of the month?