The Lay of Sakhana and Zoe @ WFC 2019

Here’s a video of the reading I did for the Poetry Open Mic at the World Fantasy Convention – this ancient-epic style poem is contained in Bones of Starlight 1: Fire Within, performed upon the occasion of the 7-year holiday of Pyrean Midsummer, when four planets of the Pan-Galactic Imperium have aligned solstices.

(I was actually surprise video’d by the illustrious Deborah Beale, who also caught some pictures for me. But, why not? The words as spoken.)

 

Mini book reading at the Fernie Brae Gallery

Portlanders, come visit the Fernie Brae tomorrow Saturday 11~2 where you can engage me for a snippet of story while you explore their amazing collection of faerie world art, including works by the Froud family.

What brings Bones of Starlight to the realm of fae? Specifically, it’s those endlessly inventive epiphenomenal Kao-Sidhe, space fae who make themselves known in Book 2: Abyss Surrounding, but it could also be the Dragons. So many dimensions, so nearby, it could be anything we don’t know yet.

 

Greater Beyond Cover Art

This is Bones of Starlight hardcover artist Leo Shallat (at his studio sale in Seattle continuing this weekend), sitting next to a print of the art that will feature on Book 3: Greater Beyond. Painting titled, Golden Hour. This switchup hits the right tone, and I’m greatly pleased about it! It’s also a wonderful experience to see this painter pushing his art to new levels over the years, now.

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All sounded a blaring phase transition, and began throwing to hit each other’s ornaments in midair. Like in the game of barricades with its angle science, they altered trajectories to find open pockets with amazing certainty. Deflected objects were deflected again by angled headplate, softening velocities till things coasted gracefully, zipping between spaces.

Soleil decided to observe differences by heading to another balcony. Foolhardy danger-seeking perhaps, but she drew the distinction from seeking perspective despite the danger. She waiting in the tunnels when she heard traffic charging through. Shaking under her feet told her what was happening, how close, how fast. Keeping her feet was like riding Moonshadow – while everything’s moving, remember they’re still on the ground.

It occurred to her that they might hear her footsteps pattering through the weave of sound, just as well as their own. She tried tapping out a signature syncopation, and heard the sound repeated in response. She was heard. She traveled from one tunnel mouth to another, knowing she could be found at the close of festivities. Making her way to an entirely new side like many Aureny, she appreciated the differentiation of local frequencies around the geode’s natural shape. Rosy Glow kept up with her, more reassuring than necessary. Soleil was glad for her presence, and also glad she could forget the Kao-Sidhe was there.

Where ornaments lay in the openings, Soleil inspected them, testing them with a knock of her gloved knuckle. Some were broken and damaged, and she began recognizing the different ways that metals and stones were spliced in. They destroyed things and remade them. The Tempering, where things survived or didn’t, proved strong or made stronger. They brought things from other places and exchanged pieces. The worked stones looked fascinatingly precious, holding special life within. Many were surely collected from piles such as those they were making now.

The Princess Ascendant allowed her curiosity free reign, and stayed safe. Though tapping energy reserves, she kept lively and didn’t miss a moment. After the sound petered out and the chamber was disengaging, some cute little Aureny came in and began scooping gems into transport buckets. Mystvall found Soleil propped against a wall, panting and grinning from ear to ear.