The idea of Wiley Kroom first emerged in 2012, shortly after D.F. Reese graduated from college. While the initial idea has evolved significantly since then, the core essence of a magical world centered around a pixie hero, unsure of his birth has endured. Over the years, D.F. Reese collaborated with different artists to refine and develop the character, showcasing their contributions below.
Artwork & Illustrations
Wiley Kroom with different hair styles.
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
The many face shapes and attire of Wiley Kroom.
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
Wiley Kroom showing off his magical abilities.
Artwork by @ninjapainter
Wiley Kroom Portrait
Artwork by Erica Raven Branch-Butler
Teenage Wiley Kroom
Artwork by Naufal Rahman
The Mare Children
Artwork by Erica Raven Branch-Butler
A pixie of Fayland flying through the night.
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
Various renditions of Wiley Kroom
Artwork by Erica Raven Branch-Butler
Mare-Child
Artwork by Erica Raven Branch-Butler
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
Magical Potion.
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
Wingless Mantileo
Artwork by Sara Woodsmith
Hornless Mantileo
Artwork by Naufal Rahman
Excerpts
“I followed the law—banishment of the unrightfully made. I didn’t know who he was.”
“Nobody truly does. I’ll give you another chance. Capture—no, dispose of—this Wiley Kroom.”
— Wiley Kroom: The Wild One
A rock was lobbed at the newfound pixie, pelting him in the eye and causing him to jerk and twist as he tried to free himself from the foragers’ clutches. “Unrightfully made!” the culprit said, then shot out an obnoxious snicker. Before he knew it, Stamey zapped him into submission.
— Wiley Kroom: The Wild One
“Why? She’s only going to grind your bones to dust to mix her face powder. Bad thing you’re human,” Wiley said, smirking.
“I much prefer pixie bone to human bone for face powder,” a chilling voice said aloud, and the group huddled tightly with their backs together.
— Wiley Kroom: The Wild One
the stone walls moved as if alive, swaying back and forth like an ocean’s tide. The brick floor waved up and down like it was a pond into which a rock had been tossed, causing constant ripples. Embedded in the walls were lines of a green substance that spread out like veins pumping throughout.
— Wiley Kroom: The Wild One