He sensed as far as he could along the Viridian network. Blended strains of music were the subtle matter trod by his awareness, a solidity of spun fiber. Distance was only a matter of perspective, and range was a factor of will. This is an aspect of space to Dragons, though of course this wasn’t physical space. Humans are not usually able to experience the dragonroads as travelers. Their usual interaction is from within formulas of physics.
Draig Claymore found the frontier, an obvious roiling edge. There was nothing between things – there was this, and then beyond it there was that. That was something very like this, but different in mood and substance. That, over there, was billowing and hotly active against flowing tension. He sent his eye to face it directly, and it spoke directly to him.
you thought we need never be seen again
These were Dragon voices too, creaking with unfamiliarity yet sizzling with renewed vigor. Ulphos, Magneu… who else could he hear? General Claymore had taken the trouble to learn their names. They traded off and spoke the same words. They’d been alone together for a long time.
we had no visitors no seekers for too long the old hunger calling for its rightful due we will find it we will take it where you keep it in your home we want what is ours
The General reached out to set senses upon the threads of matter in this opposing force, and they parted to allow a clear glimpse – like curtains revealing a battle table, composed of real images as seen through real eyes. This force that seemed so distant, at bay along the far edge, had created its own vantages. They were staring directly at strategic payload.
It’s pretty and light, seemingly – the new PDF version of Fire Within! $5 to @Eva-Elasigue-Primal-Spiral on Venmo, or to firstname.lastname@example.org over PayPal to get the ball rolling. I am happy to report that this PDF is also accessible to people who have a World Fantasy Convention virtual pass.
Salons in September: Black Girl Magic, a select-audience set of seminars hosted by University of Washington. In this happy hour along with myself are artists Afomiya Assefa, Hyosoon Jung, Daniel Chang, and Derek.
Also made it to this month’s virtual San Juan Library Writers’ Open Mic, where I read a recently serialized chapter. We also heard a play script, poetry, and other stories.
With a thrill, Draig realized that these were Dragon voices, a greater number than he’d ever heard in one place. It could be that he was hearing them in more complete translation, as their speech possessed additional textures of expression. He could understand various meanings, without knowing exactly which words originated them. Abnormalities of lattice observation; visibility reports; strategy, structure, formation, and response from different corners of the Pan-Galactic Imperium. The General recognized these matters, could place a voice or two, and understood what was going on. He’d connected to the Viridian Phasing, by some actualization of his part in the draconid defense network that he helped form. Possibly, it had been catalyzed by the trauma in the dream of his great-grandfather. He was connected now as a dragon might be while in activation, through some human process instead, probably only by way of the deep connection forged by his involvement in its inception.
Draig took a breath to speak with his mouth, but that gave him a foolish feeling. Instead, he tried thinking to the others in clear speaking sentences, phrased in the sound of his own voice. “Hello, this is General Draig Claymore of Alisandre. Can you hear me?”
Attention turned toward him, with surprised exclamations of nonhuman personality. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this – though it isn’t entirely unexpected. You met enough of us in the seeking, and your unique role in the teamwork would afford you possibility of this access. There must be some dire need, because human minds are not inclined toward these folds of perception.”
“A need felt, perhaps, though not logically known or grasped… yet.” Claymore opened one eye hesitantly, and then the next. He could see his darkened bedroom, while also still observing the cosmic flow of their dimensional lattice. He also noticed disruption phenomena swirling in the air around his head. He did not know that Arkuda had also seen this same thing on the person of Raev Sturlusson while he’d been in capture. The General closed his eyes again to keep this simple.
I’m on the pro roster for this year‘s World Fantasy Convention, theoretically of Utah but effectively anywhere – October 29 to November 1. This convention has a great contingent of publishers, authors, and diehards, and I’m happy to be presenting this year. I have a reading, a panel, an autograph in the program, and a book in the bundle! Panel below:
The Art of the Series
Writing a series can be a balancing act that takes place over years to decades. Keeping the characters, themes, and atmosphere consistent over the years can be a difficult trial for those who work in this longest of all forms. Who is particularly good at the art of the series?