February 23, 2017
Deep in the lairs, they told stories of gifts of the gods to make one immortal and wise.
Paroxetine didn't want the Orange Lotus at first. He trained himself to sleep at night, to endure the light of day. He dared to walk under the gaze of the sun.
He wanted to see a Maker.
After that day, he sought out the Eaters in their lairs. He dared to open the orange flowers and partake of the fruit within. Pale imitations of ambrosia and soma.
None of his companions ever asked him whether he ate to remember or to forget.
February 16, 2017
He levered the back panel off the artifact on his workbench and peered at its inner workings.
"A Chipper would see what I'm doing as sacrilege. An effort to pry into secrets the Makers never meant us to know."
He withdrew several gears and wrote down their sizes and number of teeth.
"But why would They give us all these things, unless They wanted us to use them?"
He polished the gears and fastened them onto his latest invention. He wound the mainspring.
"We do the Makers' work when we create."
His creation smiled and nodded her head in agreement.
February 09, 2017
She is ancient, even for a Trashling. She saw the Great Avalanche. She witnessed the crusades of the Makers' Children against Those-Who-Burn-Forever. Some whisper she is older than Fill itself.
They come bearing bones from mice and birds and strange beasts only the Makers know. They bring their hopes and fears, their hates and loves.
"Return on such-and-such day."
She sings as she shapes the bones into charms. Every customer is satisfied, though perhaps not in the way they expect.
No one knows why she keeps certain bones for herself. No one knows the language of the songs she sings.
February 02, 2017
She stands atop
and gazes at the
shrouded moon. Dark bands trap its silver light. Mount
She undoes her hair and sways skyclad to the song that sounds within her soul. Wrists and ankles move, knees and elbows. She closes her eyes as the dance overtakes her completely.
Limbs whirl. Wordlessly, she keens her song. Slow, fast, loud, soft. Her dance flows gracefully and without effort as the wind.
When she is finished, she opens her eyes. The moon shines pure blessings on all Fill.
Does she know whether or not her dance moves the clouds? Does she care?
January 26, 2017
When I was young, a distant glimpse of the Makers set me on my path.
To find the Scribes is sufficient call to our way of life. I spent years as an apprentice Paper-Reclaimer, slowly working my way up to Ink-Confector, then Pensmith. Invested at last in my sacred robes as Scribe, I labored a month on my first composition.
Master Truehand led me to the very top of
and took my
work from me. I wept as he let the paper go. Mount
We cast our tales to the winds, O Makers, hoping that you will notice us.
January 19, 2017
Cardboard crunched. Giatolo drew his twin blades and kissed bone charms made by Tu-va-illa herself.
Green eyes glowed in the shadows—the beast killing the Mouse-Herders' flock. A grey tomcat launched itself at Giatolo. Teeth snapped so close that he felt its hot breath. His blades flashed. The cat snarled and batted him to the dust.
The grinning beast grabbed him by his mouseskin vest and tossed him into the air. The sell-sword laughed, somersaulting and landing on the cat's back.
His blades sang until the tomcat ran off howling. Giatolo chuckled and gathered severed whiskers to re-string his lute.
January 18, 2017
Well, I'm running a little behind on my story series at Amazon, but things *are* moving forward with them. The next one to be released will be "The Butterfly Path." I'm hoping to have the final formatting done in time to release by the end of January.
I'm *very* proud of this story; I consider it one of my personal favorites of all the things I've written. Hopefully you will agree. While you're waiting on the story, though, here's a sneak peek of the cover:
The awesome Carey Abbot did that for me. If you're a writer releasing e-books, check out her pre-made covers--very reasonably priced, and she runs sales from time to time as well.
More on "The Butterfly Path" when it hits Amazon. I'll have a couple of other announcements then too, regarding the next Tale from the Veldt and a few surprises.