Fountain

Time of day and light makes all the difference. Both these were taken before midday, but one is early morning in the mist and on the other the sun beamed benignly. Equally evocative.

Tuesday's One Word (1)

Every Tuesday I'll pick a random word from a random page. Every word posted will be from
Tales of the Valla.

Charismatic

- possessing an extraordinary ability to attract, magnetic

In the family!

My talented daughter. View her work on her new blog Art and Beyond.

http://cayla-artbeyond.blogspot.com/

The painting of Saska to the right is also hers!

Saturday's One Line (1)

Humankind, the Valleur’s eventual nemesis, was not the only evolving species at the time of Valleur mastery.

Tweaking the format

Mondays - general posts, anything that takes my fancy

Tuesdays - one word

Wednesdays - image

Thursdays - excerpt

Fridays - Authonomy comments

Saturdays - one line

Sundays - hmmm?

Akhavar Map

Comments on Authonomy 1

'Although I am not an ardent fan of mystical (based) subjects, you had the power to force me into it. That shows how compelling your writing is. A unique setup, convincing characters & locations and flawless narration.'

'I have started reading your book and I'm absorbed into its content. I'm enjoying every minute, your style and your imagination is extraordinaire. I am sitting here at my computer enjoying each word in amazement as it is presented by Authonomy in gold letters with a black background. There is the heat of anticipation to continue this exciting journey. I would comfortably recommend this book to all my friends.'

Guilt

Guilt can be a realm.
Guilt destroys.
Guilt is a monster.
Redeem yourself.

Drinic Parable

Conjuring

Kismet had commenced the process of discovery.

Samuel had to conjure as he had for Lucan, beginning with small items, gradually progressing to larger. Kismet supplied requirements that ruled out the likelihood of chance success. Asking for a stone was to conjure a stone, nothing else.

Samuel brought forth that stone, a pot, a bag of potatoes, a framed mirror, and was then asked to explain from where these objects heralded. He didn’t know. Kismet proceeded to enlighten him. Either objects were summoned from a known location, or they were transported out of the ether, and Samuel, in fact, achieved both. The lifeless objects, always abiotic, the stone, the pot, the mirror, were called from sites on Valaris. He asked Samuel to bring forth an item from his home, something unique to him, and Samuel sent for his diamond cutter, knowing it was engraved with his name, and it came, proving the theory of known, existing sites and objects.

That, apparently, was the easier mode of conjuring. He held the cutter in his hands, bemused. He was a jeweller by trade, and here he was dabbling in magic.

The potatoes, Kismet revealed, a biological object, were summoned from the ether, for nowhere on Valaris presently was such a mundane thing in existence. Potatoes had recently been ferried in by Beacon…by the barrel. He added that it didn’t necessarily follow abiotic was local and biotic from elsewhere; he merely employed the difference to prove the two locations. It was an unconscious force, he explained, unless you were specific in your creation, something the Enchanter had mastered a long time ago.

Samuel then had to banish what he brought forth and did so, asking whether the items returned to their original places. The stone, yes, Kismet agreed, it being part of natural magic, but the rest went to a place for banished things, a kind of realm for unwanted goods.

Samuel balked at that, saying it had to be impossible, and how? He mourned the loss of his cutter, then.

Kismet merely smiled, saying the realm was a treasure trove, if one knew how to access it. The pocket of potatoes, for instance, would never spoil.

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Off the cuff

The last few weeks have been filled with the details that negate time to write. Thus, in order to nudge myself into creativity again, this is an 'off the cuff' piece about nothing in particular. They do say writers should write everyday...even if only a string of words on a blog!

(Wonder who 'they' are?)

I have never found it hard to write. Words flow, the story builds, almost of its own will and impetus, but recently I admit to a lull. I think the lull is due to where I am at in my work. It isn't merely the detail of life and a lack of time- I am on the final volume. The Valla's tale is about to end and perhaps I am unwilling to allow that to come to pass...

Admitting that nudges me...and typing words has started a new flow. As I write this my mind is moving off into that final volume, seeing threads, sensing words.

('They' might have a point!)

It appears this was about something in particular. Writing. Me. You.

Time

Conversation between Torrullin and the creature residing under Grinwallin:

I am not one creature.

Then be mystical.

I am air and water and sunlight and darkness. I am song and dirge and laughter and tears. I am here and there, tomorrow and yesterday. I am wet and dry and harsh and soft. I feel, I see, I taste, I hear, I touch, yet I have no form but every form. I am wind and doldrums, depth of an ocean, highest peak. I speak, I think, yet no one hears or knows. Like you, I am animated. Unlike you I know where I begin and end. I am not Elixir of Life, but I am linked to that kind of reality.

Like Time. You are the link. Chaos and Time. You bind them, separate them, mix them up, stir them together. You are the stirrer. The Alchemist. You are Time’s Alchemist.