Over the Dither and Through the Words

Both of the men started, turning around to face threat before registering that the voice was a woman’s. But her size raised their hackles again. She stood a head taller than them. Anything else was hard to see. She stood near the trees, shaded from the moonlight. Peter realized that he’d actually seen her before and mistaken her for a ... Read More »

Click here to see the previous entry for the story line of Peter, Char, and Donquio. There are clarity changes I would do to it now, but alas, so it is. When the twilight had deepened into dark night and the first sister moon peered over the trees, Peter was confident that the Kuzdu had chosen not to follow them at ... Read More »

When things are happening: Golwin’s story is occurring some years before the opening of the novel, which I’m tentatively calling “Light of the Uruthwai”. Peter’s story line happens about a thousand years earlier. The first entry for Peter is chronologically well after the next entry and the one I’m about to post. I’m designing these so that there are no spoilers for ... Read More »

Golwin had to wait for a full eleven days, the finishing of this week and then another, before going to the primary soldier barracks, for youths from their ninth years through their twelth. At ten, he wouldn’t be the youngest, but would still be young enough to gain lots of training before he moved up. He would be the greatest soldier in ... Read More »

Golwin sat at attention on a chair in the patio. It was the same one his father had sat in years ago, and like his father, he watched a game of map strategy, but it was still Golwin’s future in the balance.  “Why haven’t you put this boy in the military school?” Amanis asked John.  John grunted, and stared at ... Read More »

Long, long day today. Vladimir interviewed while I recieved a tour of the city and was shown three houses. We certainly have a lot to think about, and there is a lot I want to write about the trip. Georgeous. Revitalizing artsy city. Smooth air. 80 degrees. Tired. Very tired.   Read More »

“Peter” only received one prophecy in his life, but it was enough so that when the herald’s cries of “Kuzdu!” came down the street, he did not have to run around the library, panicking about which scrolls to save for the generations to come and which ones should never be seen by the Kuzdu conquerors, who sought the key to ... Read More »

After Feren left, John trudged back into the house, reluctant to confront the grief of the child. Instead, he found Golwin at the table in the kitchen. Cook had fed him a seed cake. He’d have to remember to thank the servant who took Golwin into the house. John sat at the table next to the boy. It was easy ... Read More »

Peter lead the three of them as they trudged along their journey. He was little more than a soldier, but he believed and he knew the way of travelling. He stopped and looked up at the range of peaks that had grown to massive proportions. From where they stood, they saw two ravines that lead into different canyons up into the mountains. Which canyon ... Read More »

Golwin tossed the flat stones onto the table, smiling at the result. The combination wasn’t so rare, but he hadn’t needed rare. His planning had been so that almost any throw would have won the game for him at this point. It almost too easy. The boy picked up his piece on the map and knocked over his opponent’s. “It is finished,” said ... Read More »