Five Years in Print: Looking Back, Looking Ahead

A Cat Among Dragons hit the electronic stands in the fall of 2012. Since then I’ve released three* other series, four if you count the Alexi stories as a series, and several stand-alone works, plus series-related short stories. I’ve not been as successful as I’d like, but that’s mostly my fault.

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Saturday Story: Reaping the Harvest: Part Eleven

Chapter 11: Rebellion and Invasion


The yellow cleared from the sky, leaving brilliant scarlet and crimson sunrises and sunsets, and an odd, slightly eggy scent in the air the day before the feast. Kiara partook in the liturgy with a calm heart and clean conscience, savored the rich bounty that followed, and enjoyed breaking her other fast as well. The conversation that followed that congress was almost as pleasant as the act. “Ah, my lady, it is such a pity that you are my empress and not my wife.”

She smiled back at him and chuckled. It was an old joke. “Ah, my lord, but do you want such a wife? My tastes are rather fine and it is said that I am perhaps a touch too strong willed for comfort.”

“And I fear your dowry is rather too poor for my household.” He had three sons and two daughters still living, and had not remarried after his wife’s death seven years before, Kiara knew. “I do have a reputation for excess to maintain.”

“If you are planning to challenge young Karlinov, I fear you will fail; your taste is too good.”

“No, I was thinking more of that trader from New Dalfa, Gerald DeRoyter.” He must have heard her puzzlement, so he added, “Yellow waistcoat, green coat, green trousers, blue neck-cloth, lace cuffs.”

“Oh St. Gimple yes. Now I remember. My eyes did not recover from the strain for a week. That green. I cannot think of anything in Godown’s creation with that color in it.” Continue reading

Specialize or Generalize? Heinlein vs. Smith (Maybe)

A lively discussion erupted at The Passive Voice about the validity of Heinlein’s famous passage from “The Notebooks of Lazarus Long” about generalization:

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

Robert A. Heinlein

Which led to an intriguing rebuttal in the comments, pointing to Adam Smith’s emphasis on specialization in The Wealth of Nations and its importance to a healthy economy and efficient production. The discussion got a touch warm in the comments section. Continue reading

Book Review: Insurgents

Ball, Margaret. Insurgents (2017) Kindle Edition

Margaret Ball sent me an announcement of the release of Insurgents and asked for reviews. At the time I agreed, bought a copy, started it, and put it down. I abandoned the book because the female protagonist hit all my contemporary fiction “run away” buttons: self-centered, immature, manipulative, and (probably) unwilling to change. However, over time, guilt pushed me into reading the rest of the book. I’m very glad I did.

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A Boxing Day Tidbit

From an unpublished story that would take place after the next Cat book. It does contain a mild spoiler.

The Dorotheum ( “Alte Tante Dorothe”) and the necklace really exist, and the set cost far more than I care to think about, even with a strong dollar. So I put it into the story. I love, love spending time in the jewelry and silver sections of “Aunt Dorothy’s” place. No, I’ve not bought anything there yet. MomRed was the one shopping. I just kept track of what she wanted to have the clerk pull for her to look at.

Yet. There was that garnet necklace and earrings, traditional gem-cluster style, set in 10 ct. gold with engravings on the back of the mount that matched the pattern of the stones… For $5500 Euro almost a decade ago.

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O Nata Lux!

“Holy Radiant Light” by Alexandre Gretchaninoff. Alas, the recording of the piece sung by a Russian choir with Russian basses has been taken down.

Holy, Radiant Light Alexandre Gretchaninov (1864–1956) ed. Noble Cain
G. Schirmer, Inc., 8081
Holy, radiant Light,
thou holy radiance of the Father,
glorious and mighty,
thou only begotten Son of God eternal, holy Jesu.
Come we, now, to the hour of setting sun;
the lights of evening ’round us shine;
Holy, o holy ones, Holy trinity eternal,
we sing thy praise, evermore we sing thy praise,
Holy trinity. o holy!
With undefiled lips evermore
thy glory to be praised,
Worthy art thou to be praised evermore.
Holy Son of God, source of ev’ry life,
now all the world doth praise thee,
evermore praise thee, thou Son of God
Holy, radiant Light, praise
thee now and evermore.

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G. K. Chesterton and Orson Welles

On a December 1941 Christmas broadcast of his popular radio program, Orson Welles presented part of the Gospel of Luke, the short story “The Happy Prince” by Oscar Wilde, a few other Christmas things, and closed with a most unusual Christmas poem.

It was by G. K. Chesterton, and Welles’s reading came as the US was still reeling mentally from Pearl Harbor.

Fast-forward to 23:00. The text is below.

The Truce of Christmas

Passionate peace is in the sky—
And in the snow in silver sealed
The beasts are perfect in the field,
And men seem men so suddenly—
(But take ten swords and ten times ten
And blow the bugle in praising men;
For we are for all men under the sun;
And they are against us every one;
And misers haggle and madmen clutch,
And there is peril in praising much,
And we have the terrible tongues uncurled
That praise the world to the sons of the world.)

The idle humble hill and wood
Are bowed upon the sacred birth,
And for one little hour the earth
Is lazy with the love of good—
(But ready are you, and ready am I,
If the battle blow and the guns go by;
For we are for all men under the sun,
And they are against us every one;
And the men that hate herd all together,
To pride and gold, and the great white feather,
And the thing is graven in star and stone
That the men who love are all alone.)

Hunger is hard and time is tough,
But bless the beggars and kiss the kings;
For hope has broken the heart of things,
And nothing was ever praised enough.
(But hold the shield for a sudden swing
And point the sword when you praise a thing,
For we are for all men under the sun,
And they are against us every one;
And mime and merchant, thane and thrall
Hate us because we love them all;
Only till Christmastide go by
Passionate peace is in the sky.)