Dream is Prophecy

Your salvation lies in the courage to enter that temple of dreams, torn soul. Offer it up, all that you still have hidden in your deepest recesses, and look with an empty vessel into that abyss.

The Ymirian Rosenroth on the Enchanter’s dream

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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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Steps of the Magical Condition

The Steps of the Magical Condition is a manual used by sorcerers and wizards to train apprentices and inform laymen of the basics of sorcery. Below is an excerpt that lists the fourteen main talents.

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“Manifold are the talents of the sorcerer. We tend to list the majors, 1 to 14, in a dictionary of terms such as this, because the authors attempt to instil the principle of the ruling number. But, reader, manifold are the talents of a sorcerer.”

 

The Sight – seeing over distance

The Sight – employing visions

Mind Reading and Speaking

Retrieval of objects from afar, both from the physical plane and the ether

Transport of Mind and Body across Space (foundation)

Transport of Mind and Body across Time (mastery)

The Shield of Defence

Control of the Elements (foundation)

Manipulation of the Elements (mastery)

Physical Flight

Invisibility Cloaking

Extension of Life-expectancy (foundation)

Immortality Ritual (mastery)

Creation, Light, heat, sustenance, weaponry … and also thought and emotion

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In the Realm of the Dispossessed

“How do I open it?” Sabian asked, rolling the metal orb over.

“Drop it,” Elianas muttered, staring fixedly at the sphere.

Sabian dropped it.

Torrullin stepped away a pace, a mask slipping over his face.

The petals appeared as expected and there the green sparking commenced.

Sabian leaned over it. “Intriguing. My experience tells me of wisps of white smoke, sometimes colourful flower designs, but a moving sphere is quite rare. One cannot usually see souls; it is more a sense of sight. This one is pretty established.” He looked up. “It is either long held, in which case, innocent or not, it will be most unhappy, or it is newly harvested and therefore still maintains clear presence.”

Neither man said a word in response.

Sabian shrugged and kneeled. “I shall now breathe on it.”

Torrullin cleared his throat. “Breathe? As simple as that?”

“My ancient breath was not given me via simplicity, Torrullin.”

“True.” Torrullin swallowed. “Go ahead.”

Sabian leaned in close. Elianas abruptly hunkered to see more clearly, while Torrullin remained unmoving. Sabian blew on the swirling emerald orb. Torrullin became as stone. He understood he now guarded his heart against whatever came next. The kneeling man opened his mouth wide and exhaled forcefully.

The spinning ceased.

Sparks snuffed out.

Elianas braced with hands flat on the ground beside him.

The circular shape curved outward and then elongated into an impossibly thin thread reaching into the sky. Green sprinkles erupted as if exploding, and then they vanished. The metal device disintegrated, until only dull glitters remained.

“Direct to Aaru,” Sabian murmured, sitting back.

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THE MASTER MECHANISM

Lantern of Death

Next was a walled city akin to Balconaru. Situated in the Xactus Galaxy, it was a human city – Lantern – on a human world known as New Haven.

“All gods,” Elianas gasped out.

All gods indeed. Millions died here.

Movement filled the city, however. The Gravedigger Guild was already at work.

Torrullin gagged on the stench. “Why, I ask? This place is too young to draw his attention, for pity’s sake.”

Elianas pointed. “Those walls are truly old. Humans may be young here, but others lived here in the past. I am guessing Valleur.”

“Valleur never walled cities.”

“True,” Elianas frowned. “Torrullin, I suspect we are not going to like what we find here.”

He nodded in response, already feeling the dread of discovery settling into his gut.

“It is unshielded,” the dark man murmured as they approached the gates.

“Gravediggers have means to enter any place.”

At the gates a man in a blue turban hailed them. When he realised who he spoke to, he bowed, retreated, and waved them on.

The streets were paved in red brick, faded now to a generic colour, and buildings were high and narrow, of fitted stone and clay roof tiles. Lines criss-crossed overhead, some still sporting fluttering laundry. Window boxes gave off heady scents from exotic blooms, but not enough to mask the smell of death pervading every space.

Until recently, Lantern was a thriving city. Shops lined street level, selling everything from food to weapons if the signs were anything to go by. All was in the common tongue. Here no fire swept through to bring death. Yet the dead lay in heaps everywhere, of all shapes, sizes and colours. Many dogs and cats, too. And horses.

Torrullin stopped a digger team moving past them hefting stretchers. All wore white masks over nose and mouth.

“How did they die?”

“It remains a mystery,” one man said. “To us it looks as if they simply stopped breathing, but the scientists are working on it.”

“Thank you.”

The team went on their way.

“He removed oxygen,” Elianas muttered. “Killed all.”

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THE MASTER MECHANISM

A Scribe and His Mission

And it begins with a scribe …

The Master Mechanism – PROLOGUE

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Ghosts craned over his shoulder, he was certain of it.

He felt the cold of dead breath upon the fine hairs in his neck; he heard the whispers of cloth against denuded bones, a sound much like chitinous scratching. On the edge of perception, he was aware of swaying shadows.

When he looked, there was nothing to see.

When he listened, utter silence pressed upon him.

When he held his breath, no mouldy sighs stirred the tiny antennae upon his skin.

Yet he was beyond certain ghosts watched him as he carefully created new words from old ink upon ancient parchment. He hoped the watchers were his ancestors. Benevolent witnesses to his task, perhaps present to aid him in finding the perfect verses.

The words needed to record not only events, but also the emotional state inherent in the timing. He stared into the distance beyond a candle flickering in the night breeze, to see other miniscule amber flames, some far, some near. It helped him not at all, serving merely to underscore how swiftly stanzas eluded him.

Gazing down, older words reached out to him, recorded by the many scribes of his bloodline before him, the verses calling to him, whispering insights, revealing to him an answer. Perhaps the ethereal watchers visited this night simply to draw his attention to the words he now viewed.

Maybe they were present to tell him it was not yet an auspicious time to add his thoughts as lyrical images to the mighty legend contained within parchment pages older than time itself.

Yes.

Something remained undone in the wideness of Time, and it needed doing before he would be permitted to complete his marks upon the ancient material.

He sensed his guests depart. A sense of satisfaction wafted around him, validating his insights.

Sighing and shifting in his scratchy homespun robe upon an unforgiving wooden bench, he gazed into distance once more, wondering when Torrullin Valla would act in such a manner as to finish what he started the moment he drew his first breath.

My Lord Torrullin, I await you. My words are for you.

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The Master Mechanism

Lore’s Reading Order (3)

Okay, so you’ve read Lore of Arcana (Arcana’s reading order here) and Lore of Reaume (Reaume’s reading order here) and you’ve taken a mighty breath (because, hell, after the mighty Dreamer Stones you definitely need to!) and now you’re ready for SANCTUM.

YAY!

Let’s get into it then 🙂

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The Nemesis Blade

His name is Elianas

Yes, indeed, this is the era of Elianas. You’ve seen the same visions Torrullin has throughout the series about the mysterious Elianas … and now you will find out who he is as we travel an actual Time realm to potentially ‘fix’ an ancient crime.

Main worlds visited in Nemesis: Valaris, Akhavar, Luvanor and Sanctuary

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The Echolone Mine

The Door to Truth

When prophets see an event and act upon it, it becomes a door covered by rock. When, ages later, mining uncovers it, everything is set to change. This is sacred space.

We move through the ‘verse here, from Valaris to Avaelyn, Luvanor to Sanctuary, and of course – Echolone.

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The Nowhere Sphere

A Sphere of Manipulation

Folk should stay dead! But this is the multiverse and realms are travelled, and thus an enemy believed dead arises anew, and he has a bone to pick with Torrullin and Elianas. Prepare for a mighty manipulation in an absolutely nowhere place. Hold your breath too, because something huge emerges and it paves the way for the final LORE book.

From everywhere to Nowhere, the action moves swiftly.

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THE NOWHERE SPHERE

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The Master Mechanism

Time demands redress

The entire Lore series delves into Time, but a Timekeeper control the flows. The race for the master clock is on! For the sake of all, this Timekeeper simply must not find it first.

The dedication in this final volume is for the multiverse, because that is where you will find yourself 😉

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The links for Nemesis, Echolone and Master Mechanism are in the sidebar.

Happy reading!!

 

 

 

Lore’s Reading Order (2)

Now that you have Lore of Arcana’s reading order, let’s move on to Lore of Reaume.

In Reaume, most of the characters you have come to know in Arcana are again present. As this part of the greater tale is set more than 20 years later, a few have died and others are relinquished to their own devices. New characters now step forth, as do new adventures. Many of the adventures take place not only on other worlds, but in other realms.

The Kallanon Scales

An ancient map points the way

Valaris is under attack from an ancient enemy, and a map folk die for in the seeing of it, points to the place of confrontation. Enter the race of dragons – the Kallanon. The defenders enter the Forbidden Zone, far from home.

From Valaris to Atrudis, expect mayhem as war erupts.

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THE KALLANON SCALES

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The Nemisin Star

Destiny stalks the twins

Someone believed dead returns, and sparks war on Valaris once more. Torrullin’s twin sons seek to end their symbiosis. Their father will be forced to choose on the night Nemisin’s Star shines. When ceasefire is elusive, he chooses to enter another realm, thereby forcing an end to hostilities.

The action takes place wholly on Valaris, with a brief visit to Celaver.

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THE NEMISIN STAR

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The Sleeper Sword

The Sleeper is Awake

Two thousand years have passed for some, while no time at all for others. Time’s conundrum becomes a player and a certain sword is the proof. A new and terrible enemy steps into the ring. Realms of time and place feature now as part of the milieu.

We are on Valaris, with visits to Scortas and Luvanor.

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THE SLEEPER SWORD

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The Dreamer Stones

Soul Labyrinth

As the title suggests, we delve into realms beyond the known, particularly those of dreams, and ancient stones mark the paths. Torrullin vanishes from reality searching for answers, the means to ending the war with the Warlock.

This is a mighty book, the longest of all LORE books. Again, as with Arcana’s 4, there is an ending that concludes the Reaume part of the Lore Series, and yet there are pointers to what comes next in Sanctum.

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THE DREAMER STONES

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Happy reading!

Lore of Sanctum’s reading order follows Reaume’s

 

The Master Mechanism

It’s finally up!

THE FINAL LORE BOOK!

While I wanted to wait until all the Lore covers have been updated before releasing this, the final volume, I’ve had too many queries from loyal readers about when – when? – will it be available, and decided to do so.

The Master mechanism is on pre-order until July 20 for a mere 99c. Do grab your copy now, while I update the covers! Serendipity and synchronicity may just allow us to have it all coming together at the same time 🙂

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