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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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 2 D’s

A connection on twitter sent me this message about the Lore of Arcana books:

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I replied that I don’t mind the nitpick at all, but it got me to thinking. Looking at the covers together, I saw what he meant:

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If only we can put ourselves way ahead of the game, or at least give ourselves enough distance, in order to view the little things, the overlooked things! Looking at it now, The Drowned Throne would probably be tweaked to avoid the double D. Why ‘Drowned’ and not ‘Dragon’? Because The Dragon Circle cannot be called anything but, while the throne could be submerged, lost, or something …

As writers in the throes of writing, then naming our books, publishing them, often we overlook the synchronicity. Lesson learned!

Thank you, Louis, for drawing my attention to this (glad you like the covers!), for it gives me an opportunity to not only ‘see’ better, but also I am able to pass this on to other authors as an insight 🙂