It’s about PEOPLE

Most tales have a number of facets to them. A Romance may delve into the horror of war. A funny story may have a profound undertone. A Historical may contain battles, romance and the political climate of the day. Science Fiction wouldn’t work if everything was about the tech; always there is the human element. All of it centres around people, though.

Fantasy goes there, too. The tales are not just about incredible creatures and fantastical landscapes. In fact, the best Fantasy is sort of ‘normal’, set in places familiar to us (with a tweak or three!) and characters we are able to identify with (with a bit extra, of course, such a heroic, reluctant, powerful, evil and so forth – they are identifiable, but occasionally larger than life also).

The Lore Series, whether you read one book or the entire series, would not hold attention long or stand the test of time if everything was fantastical and put forth battle good after battle evil. A good tale needs people in all their weaknesses and strengths, their soul-searching and their terrible resolve, in order to shine. The reader (you!) wants to identify with the main character, fall in love with the sidekick, absolutely despise the bastard causing so much grief, and feel sad with the man in his grief, laugh with the woman happy in her own skin.

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As writers we are readers also, and therefore, over the next few weeks, I’ll tell you about the people in Lore. I will share with you the romances blooming, love failing, family dynamics, the questions they ask themselves, where they come from and what they hope for. Some of this will be in excerpt form, a moment where one pauses and wonders, and some will be the reader in me simply sharing my viewpoint of interwoven personalities.

My wish is for you to fall in love with the people populating my universe! Do come back and discover who they are!

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Mother Universe

Each and every tale, new and old, forgotten and hazily remembered, begins and ends with something greater than the tale itself. Every tale, for words cannot stand alone for long …

This little epic, my friends, is no different.

To begin something as encompassing as The Valla’s tales may turn out to be, one needs to begin with the spectacular concept in which all life resides.

The Universe.

Lifegiver and Life-bearer, one may only equate such vastness to a woman. She is already eternally ancient, older than all time, yet she is younger than a babe in the womb. She is moody, volatile, quiet and serene; she nurtures and succours, and is also truly unpredictable and extremely dangerous.

Lo, she destroys as easily as she creates … however, let it be known, this is neither an evil nor a good deed. This is fact and she simply is. There is within her no frenzy or action that is willfully conceived, nor is there whim, punishment or fantasy; she has no personal agenda.

Parts of her are known to many, other areas will become known  in the fullness of time, while the enormous majority of her intricate spaces may never be discovered … much less understood. Hidden behind the veils of impassibility, those infinite regions will only ever be guessed at, speculated upon, perhaps scientifically calculated … and will there be a certainty in existence to prove the validity of the science?

The Universe is mother, sister, daughter, lover and friend. She is a Goddess. The Mother Goddess who features so prominently in so many and such varied tales. The all-seeing and vulnerable Mother, for she is all-powerful … and utterly helpless.

Moving inexorably on, across and beyond all boundaries, she is simultaneously in control of and at the mercy of those lesser than her.

Here one must name those mysterious entities … for they are the subjects of this tale.

Sentient creatures, my friends, sentient beings. The concept ‘sentience’.

Moody and volatile, quiet and serene, nurturing and succouring, sentient beings are the faces of the Mother Goddess, her engendered likeness, but, lo, there is frenzy, there is action willfully conceived, there is whim and fantasy, as there is punishment, and each individual agenda is personal … for such is the nature of sentience.

In this lies the danger to the Goddess, for destruction is as easily conceived of as are creative energies, with due forethought, with terrible consequence, with blind stupidity … or utter uncaring.

They are good or evil or a strangely contradictory amalgam of the two.

Therein lays the meaning of these words.

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