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State of the Lands: Memorials

Thou art wise to consider such a synthesis, Solemn. There are worlds aplenty, but only a single nature.

-Final Judgement, The Eye of Kog

It struck me while driving, like many worthy thoughts do. And that meant of course that I was doomed to forget and recall it many times, each round trip getting closer to permanent remembrance. How do we commemorate those we know, who we admire and want to emulate? There are many kinds of memorial, of course, but the first I think of are those carved in stone, in a field of many others, each with a few brief

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words burdened to somehow say it all. And it’s not always stone– sometimes you see “In Memory Of” on a dark wooden pew or fading in and out with the credits of a movie. But it’s almost always brief, here in the Alleged Real World: even when the medium is intended to last forever, the words take just a flicker of time, as if they were only a spark to kindle on the fuel of our recollection.

The Lands of Hope have none of these, not really. Some few, the heroes, are echoed in living devotion bordering on worship. For the rest, either someone remembers you or they don’t.

There is a narrow category of exception, though; the Children of Hope DO indeed memorialize at times, in very much the way we do. There are plaques commemorating the Battle of Tor Perite, and the discovery of Liftos Gas, the liberation of the Giant-siege of Stathos, the first bridge across the River Sweeping. You see the pattern? Events, great deeds of Hope are usually severed from

Just lighten up on the gas pedal awhile.
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the persons who performed them. The Pious Warrior Yula won that battle and is duly mentioned in the inscription– hardly surprising, since he became Emperor of Argens as a result. The names of Able Patent and such are included on those others as well, toward the end. But not always, and never prominently. Succeeding generations of Hope are taught to attend to the act, not the actor.

But there’s another, tougher difference that needs mention here. One reason the Children of Hope do not dwell on the lives of those they erect plaques to celebrate is because in nearly every case, those lives are not yet over.

Hope does not memorialize the dead. At all.

To be honest, they don’t even much like thinking about death, because the Children of Hope haven’t had any guidance on what happens to them after they die. This is one of the chief reasons folks reject the Man in Grey: Solemn Judgement was not born in the Lands and since his father spent his last breath getting him there, Judgement is driven to find out whether death has a “sequel”.

Of course many of us share this need, and there is nothing at all wrong with marking the end of an earthly life. The Alleged Real World has an advantage in this, because many of us believe in a life after death. And also, we have a place, a natural spot set aside to create the memorial.

But in the Lands of Hope, loved ones are cremated, the ashes scattered. Only the Children of Despair put the bodies into the earth; the word kemetaria conjures horror, and the prospect of necromancy. When Feldspar explores Old Cryss in Fencing Reputation, he comes across a rare example of a surviving graveyard:

To my left in the nook of the next corner was a small area ringed with a low, two-foot fence of metal spikes; I caught only a glimpse of the irregular rows of stone markers within and turned my head away with a snap. I had heard the stories, but hoped like most children that this one wasn’t true. No such luck- they had really done it, those grand fools of long ago. So proud, so eager to show their spirit even in death, they had built a kemetaria, and allowed their bones to be put under the earth- an added challenge for their souls, to rise despite the odds and still attain heaven. Confident and sure, they had put their flesh into the ground, like the children of Despair. No wonder death had rained down on this place.

-Fencing Reputation

There may be other graveyards built by Hope, but very few (it was the passing fad of an Elvish nobility influenced in ways beyond their understanding by Despair). The colossal ancient kemetaria discovered by Solemn Judgement in The Eye of Kog was immediately destroyed by virtue of the miraculous lore he unearthed (quite literally) during his adventure there.

Point being, if you have no place to put the body, you tend to emphasize deeds during life instead of trying to summarize it at the end.

In the Lands, there are songs sung and stories told of great deeds, naturally; but not all of them are old or concerning folks who only lived long ago. Trekelny in Three Minutes to Midnight seems confident that there will be songs sung about his stupendous act of Stealth, and looks forward to hearing them himself. And yet, almost no person in the Lands knows what an epitaph is.

Here in the ARW, we’ve come to memorialize outside the graveyard, especially in places where people are likely to pass and see. Roadside memorials always make my heart drop, because I instantly know I’m looking at an unhappy ending. It’s a little like the graveyards have burst, and now spread among the living. But from what I see, the messages sometimes get longer, and are often uplifting or even hopeful. For those that are sad, I understand. It’s not usual to know a loved one has suddenly died and think “ah yes, they lived long enough”. No, it’s always too soon.

Stone Mountain Georgia, Confederate Generals a hundred feet high: Lee never wanted memorials to his war

One last thought comes to me, more triggering really but a difference that must be mentioned.

When the doer of a deed is alive to see the inscription, there’s a lot less monkeying around with their legacy.

But those long dead can have memorials erected that they did not aspire to, with messages twisted to suit a later generation. We are wrestling today with such a problem, trying to sift out the good from the bad like mixed grains of rice and wheat, and as a result some memorials will come down. If driven by justice, that will be good.

Better still, if we remember the virtue as well as the deed, as they do in the Lands. Let us tell the tale of each other’s glory, sing songs and keep the flame of those we admire alive. Surely what happened in life is of more value than the loss we feel on its passing.

A somewhat more joyous remembrance
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I-Do Review: The Plane of Dreams

Indies need the job done right.

So, who else is going to do it!

People say they love the tales, but for various reasons, they don’t wish to review. Fine then. I’ve helped with cover design, proofed, passed on edits, used social media and handed out book cards. Why not this? So my One-Word Wrap-Up and the Short Summary will give you undecided readers the quick peek you’ve needed. More detail if you want it, and links to other themes and ideas because I can!

I hear you, dog in the fight, but don’t worry. I’ve got the Maybe Not section in each; painful as they will be to write, I promise to give you the downside of the book I review as well.

No further ado, the I-Do Review for

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One-Word Wrap-Up: Faithful

Short Summary: Heroes Galore, Most Peril Possible

One of the biggest adventuring groups ever chronicled in fantasy hangs together, just barely, and deflects a threat not only to their lives or the kingdom, but the entire waking world. I mean without them, YOU would probably never sleep again.

More, There’s Always More:

(BTW, that line is first quoted in this book, though it’s always true!)

So I said ‘biggest’, and the number you’re looking for is eleven. Nearly a dozen heroic characters who get detailed attention, and who have a substantial impact on the plot. The adventuring band comes to be known as the Tributarians, a name given them by an enemy. Some you’ve already seen, by which I mean quite literally I’ve shown them to you:
qerlak2Qerlak Barleybane, third son of an Argensian noble who cannot inherit, adventures with the commoners and falls into enough treasure to afford enchanted armor and the downpayment on a foef of his own. The young Pious Warrior thinks he is retiring from the group at the very beginning of the tale.

Gelethiel Nomenseer, human Mage whose as-yet untold encounters on the Shimmering Mindsea drew her to the study of dreams. This seeming eccentricity turns out

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to have a major impact, as the title of the tale indicates! She goes with Qerlak to his foef, thinking as he does that they will no longer have to risk their lives in remote places.

Others of the group have only been referenced in passing, as with Meandar, the Stealthic who seldom appears, but is always there throughout the book. I can say no more, but the villain in this case is also the hero. Another protag guest-starred as an example, namely the incredible strength and stamina of the warrior Spitz in my calculations on hauling a golden skeleton-statue.

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Two heroes have lesser mentions, though not smaller contributions. Engurra the martial wizard is almost spooky quiet, competent and calm, yet captures the albino animal-handler Petekris El. One of my favorite chapters is told from the point of view of the magic-jack, the Halfling Trillien, who quietly turns the tide against the Scarlet Contra single-handed.

This leaves a set of four directly in the midst of the plot, the quartet who between them lead the Tributarians if anyone does. In no particular order, Sallinj’r the Elven Bard, Cheriatte the Elven Preacher, Zoanstahr the human Mage and Solo the Dwarven Pious Warrior are the most experienced and driven heroes of the group. The tension and enduring friendship they display is at the heart of the tale.

Still two left! But they need less introduction to anyone familiar with the Lands, especially mon-crulbagh-detnow that other tales have published. The Plane of Dreams was the first complete Tale of Hope I ever drafted; its events took place in the year 2001 ADR but I set it aside for a trio of shorter works before I published it: one of those was the sword-and-sorcery novelette Three Minutes to Midnight, set back in 1992 ADR and featuring the legendary Stealthic Trekelny. After next publishing PoD, I turned back in time again to the year 1995 ADR for Judgement’s Tale and its sequel The Eye of Kog, where one of the great heroes of this or any other saga was introduced in the Woodsman Treaman. These two veteran adventurers rounded out the Tributarian roster, one by joining and another by leaving (or so he thought), near the beginning of the tale.

barleybane_crestThat’s only the heroes mind you. Minor and supporting characters include a captain of the city guards who stars in a couple of chapters; previous lords of Qerlak’s new keep in Mon-Crulbagh, who have taken note in the castle journal of certain menacing events that inform the newest tenant; various regulars in the tavern who are absolutely certain what’s going on (and in fact have not the slightest clue); a beleaguered castellan, paranoid merchant, pet panther, and three haply-met youths taking their first steps down the adventuring path and skirt the edge of the plot (but will later come into their own in the novel The Test of Fire). Don’t get me started on the villains.

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And BTW? The Man in Grey.

Maybe Not: Reasons you Might Pass

When I said the one word for this novel was “faithful” this is where it could leave some readers behind. If it does, the words they will use include “uneven”, “disorienting” and maybe just “too long”. This is the novel that the pros would look at and immediately declare, there must be five fewer hero-characters, maximum three supporting names, and combine at least the two major villains into one. Then cut 20k words and it’ll be fine.

pete-closeNot happening. Death before dishonor. I am a Chronicler and these are the people who were there. There are indeed many points-of-view you need to be in on to understand the tale. Lord of the Rings started with nine, but never took solo PoV when you think about it (Tolkien was firmly rooted in omniscient third-person).

If you don’t like getting clues from centuries-old wine-stained writings or a blood-spattered letter, watching a fight through a panther’s eyes, or following people into their dreams (the title, duh!) then this tale could really frustrate you. But that is what happened, and I exerted my utmost skill, not to dazzle or educate, but to remain faithful. I invite you to judge on that basis.

The Plane of Dreams is available at Amazon in e-book and now paper formats.