The Two Dragons – Zeah Korlann

The Two Dragons (New Cover)Zeah Korlann is a character in the series Senta and the Steel Dragon.  I really created him for the first book in that series.  His story arc was one of an older man pursued by a younger woman.  He and his young lady Egeria really parallel Mike and Patience in His Robot Girlfriend, and its no surprise that I put that book together from some earlier pieces, right after I had written The Voyage of the Minotaur.

After that, I didn’t have much for Zeah to do, but I used him as an observer.  He really is a stand-in for me in the Senta books.  In The Two Dragons, his chief occupation is to observe the three women revolving around his life: his daughter Yuah, their shared nemesis Iolanthe, and Zeah’s wife Egeria.  At this point in the story, he watches the conflict between Yuah and Egeria.

The children had already gone through the house and come out in the garden.  Egeria had ordered the dining room table set up in the backyard, and Chunny was already covering it with fancy dishes filled with delicious looking food.

“Can we play games?” shouted Augie.

“We will play after lunch,” said Egeria.

“What games can we play?  We don’t have enough people to play Doggy Doggy.”

“Perhaps we could play Honey, Do You Love Me.”

“That’s no good,” said Terra, in her squeaky voice.  “Everybody here already knows who loves who.”

“You mean ‘who loves whom’,” corrected Egeria.  “I have a new game I think you will enjoy.” 

She made a sweeping gesture to indicate that they should all sit, and insisted that Zeah sit at the head of the table.  He was still dressed in his suit, so he still felt rather formal.  His wife certainly seemed formal as well.  Her white day dress made her fiery red hair stand out all the more.  Yuah’s dress was, in Zeah’s opinion, slightly scandalous.  It showed entirely too much back.  She sat at the opposite end of the table, while Egeria and the children stared at each other from either side.  Both women sat with a posture that could only have been achieved by rigid corseting.

“Pass around the chips,” ordered Egeria.

“I want a biscuit,” said Augie.

“Not till after.”

They passed around golden fish, beans, cheese, fruit, and of course crisp, beautiful chips.  Augie wanted nothing but chips and beans, and Terra wanted only fruit.  As the little girl used both tiny hands to hold the platter loaded with grapes, sliced apples, pear halves, bananas, and strawberries, she dropped the edge onto her plate.  With a loud crack, the plate broke into two pieces.  With a little cry, she dropped the platter, and although it didn’t break, fruit went rolling in all directions.  Zeah caught his breath.  Here as everywhere, Egeria employed dishes that were far too valuable to be used by normal humans, let alone children.

Egeria made no sound or expression that could be construed as any kind of admonishment.  She simply got up and gathered the stray fruit.  Yuah was upset though, probably with the same thoughts in her head that Zeah had in his.

“What kind of fool leaves out dishes like this for little children,” she said.

Egeria didn’t reply, but both her mouth and her eyes grew small.

Chunny came out to the table and removed the two plate halves, replacing them with a plate that to Zeah’s mind looked even more valuable than the one that had broken.  A few moments later, the lizardman returned with another platter loaded with butter biscuits.  These were the neat, perfect biscuits that Egeria bought in a tin, preferring them over homemade ones.  Now that his duty had been done by eating his chips and beans, Augie set to work ridding the property of buttery desserts.

When they had all finished, Egeria led the children around the house to the side yard.  Set up across the green lawn was a net for badminton, and four light rackets had been placed on a small occasional table that had been brought down from the upstairs hallway.  Zeah went to the gazebo near the edge of the yard and picked up the wicker armchair, bringing it back.  He intended to be a spectator in this sporting event.  By the time he had made himself comfortable, the sides had already been chosen.  Yuah and Augie were set up on the east side of the net, while Egeria and little Terra, whose racket was almost as large as she was, were arrayed on the west.

Yuah served first, taking the bright yellow shuttlecock and whacking it with a force that should have knocked it clear to the ocean.  The feathered birdie lost its steam though just above Egeria and wafted down right in front of her.  With a mighty backhand blow, she sent it soaring back again over the net.  Despite the fact that neither woman, with their corseted waists, long dresses trailing upon the ground, and voluminous hairstyles seemed ready for athletics, they pummeled the hapless cork and feather device back and forth.

Thwack!  Egeria smashed the birdie directly toward Yuah’s face.  Thwack!  Yuah sent it back.  Thwack!  This time Yuah had to reach around.  Thwack!  It went toward the back end of the court.  Egeria, a good four inches shorter than her opponent was unable to reach it, and the birdie alighted gently upon the grass.

“Ha!” cried Yuah.  Then her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground in a faint, an often enough occurrence for women walking in corsets, let alone participating in sporting events.

Egeria smiled triumphantly.  She wobbled for a moment and then she too fell down into the grass, gulping for air.

“Hey, I want to play!” shouted Augie, but Terra had already lost interest and was busy chasing a butterfly.

“Grandpa will play with you,” said Zeah, “as soon as we clear the court.”

One Year Old

I just had to update my virus protection and that means that my beloved iMac is now one year old.  In fact, I ordered it January 15, 2013 and it arrived a week later.  I have to say that I have never once regretted ditching Windows.  I purchased Parallels and Windows 7 to run on the iMac, so that I could have compatibility with some older programs, but I haven’t run them in months.  Everything important has a Mac version that I like better than the windows version, including the educational software that I use at school.  I still use Microsoft Office (Mac Version), Word for writing and Excel for keeping track of book sales, but that’s about it as far as MS products go.

My first Apple product was the iPad.  Magical.  After two years, I replaced it with an iPad 3 and passed the old one to my daughter who uses it every hour.  Then I got an iPhone 4S, which my wife is still using.  I replaced it with a 5S two month ago and it’s as awesome as they say on TV.  I guess I’ll eventually get a new iMac, because I’m a techie and I like new stuff (this is about my 15th desktop computer), but it won’t be for a while, because she is humming along like no tomorrow.

I used to laugh at people who bought Apple products because they are so expensive compared to the competition.  Now that I’ve been using them, I feel like I really got what I paid for.  I just got a new Windows desktop and laptop at work and it feels like I might as well be using a clay tablet and wooden stylus to carve cuneiform.  They’re just awful.  Sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t.  The battery life on the laptop is about 11 minutes.  Bear in mind that these are in schools and schools always get the crappiest stuff, so I’m sure there are better Windows products out there.

Anyway, happy birthday to my iMac.  I think I’ll go online and buy it something pretty.

That Point

When I’m writing there is a point in the story when I start to get really excited.  I’m not talking about the plot of the story, but a point in the completion of a story.  It’s at that moment that writing the story stops being such a daunting task and starts to look like it really might be doable.  When I get to that place– that time–  I start to REALLY want to write.  I look for every moment that I can to add a few words or sentences.

I’ve just reached that point in writing The Sorceress and her Lovers, and I realized that its been quite a while since I felt this way.  It’s a kind of a rush– kind of a high, I guess.  I never really got the high thing, since I’ve always hated feeling out of control, but this is a feeling that I want to continue.  Fortunately, even if I finish this book soon, I’ve got several that are well on their way to hitting that point.

I’m about a third of the way through chapter sixteen and I’ve finally gotten to where all of the title characters are going to find out about each other.  There.  That’s a teaser, right?

Women of Power – $5.00 in Paperback

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Blood Trade – $5.50 in Paperback.

Blood TradeVegas is going to hell. Werewolves run through the streets and the vampires are taking over. Former army ranger/Goth tattoo model/private eye Xochitl McKenna doesn’t like it either, especially when it comes between her and her clients. But are the vampires and werewolves the greatest threat, or is it something or someone much closer to her? Warning: Adult Content.

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The Two Dragons – Saba Colbshallow

The Two Dragons (New Cover)Saba Colbshallow is an important character in Senta and the Steel Dragon.  He’s been particularly fun to write because he changes so much.  He starts out as  a kid in Brechalon, is a servant in The Voyage of the Minotaur, a militiaman in The Dark and Forbidding Land, and a police inspector in The Two Dragons.

Here is a scene of domestic conflict as Saba negotiates his way through his friends and his wife.

Café Etta was shaded by the tall pines, which grew majestically in most of the city’s vacant land.  The summer sun was still well above the horizon.  White clad waiters with red checked aprons ran everywhere: lighting lanterns hanging around the edge of the awning, showing guests to their tables, cleaning up after guests who had left, and bringing great trays of food out to those who had already ordered.  One waiter, a tall thin young man with black hair and the beginnings of a mustache carried a dessert tray to a table in the back of the café.  Carefully balancing it in one hand, he lowered plates of cheese, sliced apples, butter biscuits, grapes, and thickly sliced gingerbread onto the cloth-covered surface.  Replacing these on the tray with the last of the dirty dinner dishes, he nodded to the four seated patrons and headed for the kitchen.

“I don’t think I have room for another bite,” said Saba Colbshallow, leaning back from the table.  He patted the waistcoat of his charcoal grey suit to show how full he was.

“It was a lovely meal,” said his wife, reaching over and popping a pair of large grapes into her mouth.  “This new chef really can do wonders with a pork roast.”

Mrs. Loana Colbshallow was without a doubt the most beautiful woman in the café.  Her multihued hair was swept back beneath a broad-brimmed, bright red hat with white flowers that matched her bright red dress.  The plunging neckline showed a bit more skin than was current fashion, but neither her husband nor any other man in the establishment seemed to object.  Directly across from Mrs. Colbshallow in a quite fetching sky blue gown, Mrs. Dot Shrubb clearly was bothered both by the lack of cloth which covered her dinner partner’s breasts and by the amount of breast which threatened to jump out at her.  All through dinner she had stared at the prodigious amount of cleavage and scrunched her nose.  Her husband seated to her right had been oblivious to this, and fortunately for him, seemed oblivious to the cleavage as well.

“I’ll say this,” he said.  “If we had dined on this meal in Brech City, we would have had to pay a pretty pfennig for it.”

“I think we may very well pay a pretty pfennig tonight,” replied Saba.  “Dining out is one of the few things that isn’t dirt cheap in Birmisia.”

“I hear the new café, Bonny Nurraty, is only half the price, because they employ a lizzie wait staff.”

“It’s Bonne Nourriture,” said Saba.  “I also hear the food’s not half as good, though I’m sure that has nothing to do with the lizzies.”

“Unless my mother-in-law decides to open her own restaurant,” said Loana.  “I don’t see anyone taking the fine dining crown away from Aalwijn Finkler.”

“And you can be bloody positive he won’t ever have a lizzie wait staff either,” added Eamon.  “Actually it’s nice to have a place to come where there aren’t any.”

“What do you think about it, Dot?” asked Saba.

Dot just shrugged.

“Dot’s getting to be a lizzie-lover,” said Eamon, stroking his wife’s long coppery hair.

“You like her too,” said Dot, in the nasal voice that was the result of her deafness.

“Well, our lizzie is all right.  She dotes on the boys—takes them for walks and plays her little block game with them.”

“That’s just it, isn’t it,” said Loana.  “Everyone seems to like their own lizzie.  They just don’t trust the rest of them.  I have several to take care of things and one that comes in twice a week to clean and have never had any problem with any of them.”

“How are the boys, anyway?” said Saba, intentionally changing the subject.

“They’re fine.  Young Saba showed me this week that he can do addition, and little Al isn’t far behind.”

“Alasdair,” corrected Dot, punching her husband on his meaty shoulder.

“And how is Darsham?”

“Wonderful.  He follows Saba and Alasdair everywhere they go.  Best dog I’ve ever seen.”

“You know he was going to name one of the boys Darsham,” Saba told his wife.

“That’s right,” said Eamon.  “But I was overruled on account of my wife fancying your husband.”

Dot hit him again.  “You named Saba.  I named Alasdair.”

Saba, Eamon, and Loana all laughed.  Dot scrunched up her nose.  Aalwijn Finkler stepped up to the table between Saba and his wife.

“Inspector, Sergeant, ladies.  How was your dinner this evening?”

“Dinner was lovely,” replied Loana.

“Wonderful,” said Aalwijn.  “And what are we celebrating?”

“We’re celebrating being able to afford to go out for dinner,” replied Saba.

“I’ve always said the police were underpaid.  I’m having a very nice sparkling wine brought out.  It’s on the house.”

“I hope this isn’t a bribe,” said Eamon, grinning.

“Nonsense,” replied Aalwijn.  “Everyone says that Inspector Colbshallow is above such things, and I don’t expect that you could be bought for less than three bottles.”

Saba burst out laughing.  Eamon’s grin dropped to a rather uncomfortable smile.  As Aalwijn walked away, he said, “What do you suppose he meant by that?”

“He was just joking,” said Saba.  “Everyone knows you’re honest to a fault.”

“It’s just that you accept quite a few gifts,” said Loana.

The smiles on both men’s faces were wiped away.  Dot, noticing a sudden change in the mood though she had not followed all the conversation, looked from one to another of her fellow diners.

“Well, you do accept gifts,” repeated Loana. 

“There’s nothing wrong with a police constable receiving a gratuity now and then,” said Saba.

“But you never do it.”

“I don’t, well that is… I don’t have any opportunity.  I don’t walk a tour anymore.”

Loana batted her eyes at him and said. “You didn’t when you were a PC either.”

“I um… hmm.”

Eamon looked at him, but Saba just shrugged.  The rest of dessert was eaten in silence.  At least what dessert was eaten, was eaten in silence.  Loana sampled something of everything and was especially fond of the fruit.  Dot halfheartedly nibbled a biscuit.  Neither Saba nor Eamon touched anything.  When the waiter arrived with the check, Eamon snatched it out of his hand.

“Hold off,” said Saba.  “It’s my turn to pay for dinner.”

“I’m paying for Dot and me,” said Eamon.  “I don’t take anything that’s not properly mine.”

“Don’t be that way Eamon.”

Eamon scrunched up his face a bit as he figured out what half of seventeen marks eighty-two pfennigs was.  Then he stood up and whipped his wallet from the breast pocket of his pin-striped suit.  Fishing out four one mark notes and a five upon which the face of Princess Aarya had been given a blue ink mustache, he tossed them down between the empty fruit plate and the almost full cheese dish.

“Come on, mate,” said Saba.

“Good evening, Inspector Colbshallow, Mrs. Colbshallow.”  Dot was at his elbow in an instant and they turned and swept out of the café.

“What the hell?” Saba demanded of his wife.

Update: The Sorceress and her Lovers

The Sorceress and her LoversI’ve just finished chapter thirteen of The Sorceress and her Lovers, which means that I’m officially past the halfway mark.  This makes me feel good because traditionally, it’s much harder for me to write the first half than the second half of my books.

One of the difficulties that I’ve worked through is the naming of an important character.  There are quite a few new characters in this book and several of them have had name changes as I’ve written.  But this particular character’s name is very important, that I’ve actually been thinking about it for two years.  I thought I wanted a name from ancient history, but I didn’t want one that was immediately recognizable.  I tried out more than a dozen names and actually settled on four different ones.  Then I made a last minute change and took a name from biology rather than history and I’m finally happy with it.

I think this book is taking me longer than the other books because the characters have all aged and they all act differently than they have in earlier books– some more than others.

Anyway, I’m pretty happy with how the book is going so far, and I’ll keep you updated here as I approach completion.

Now on Scribd

Several new reading services are popping up online.  One of the most promising is Scribd.  Scribd works like Netflix for reading.  You pay a monthly fee and can read all of the books in their library– or at least as many as you are capable of in a month.  I don’t know if this is the wave of the future or not.  I imagine that this type of service isn’t for everyone.  I haven’t decided if its for me or not.  You can get more info on Scribd here.

In any case, if you are a Scribd subscriber, among the many books you can read, are mine.  This could be your chance to try some of the ones you haven’t.  To any Scribd subscribers out there, thanks in advance for your reading time.

Italian Wikipedia

I love Wikipedia and use it all the time.  Thanks to Dario Gragnani, there are now articles on His Robot Wife and His Robot Girlfriend on Italian Wikipedia.  If anyone out there works on any other Wikipedia….

The Two Dragons – Iolanthe Dechantage

The Two Dragons (New Cover)One of the main character spots in books 0-5 are filled by either Iolanthe or Yuah.  They alternate, because they are intertwined so much in each other’s lives.  I always enjoy writing the scenes where they appear together.  In chapter 4 of The Two Dragons, Iolanthe finds Yuah wallowing in a drug induced stupor.

“Do you want to play jacks with us after breakfast, Auntie Iolanthe?” asked Terra in her peculiar little voice.

“You have your tutor, don’t you?”

“No, Mother.  Master Brown is gone with Father to Tsahloose,” said Iolana.  “We have independent study until he returns.”

“Oh yes, I had forgotten.  In answer to your query Terra, I have to be at my office.  Perhaps Cissy will play with you—or your mother.  Where is your mother?”

“She’s not feeling well again today,” said Augie.

Iolanthe wiped her mouth with her napkin, and then placed it on her plate.  Before she could push the chair back on her own, Garrah was pulling it out for her.  She stomped to the doorway with the foyer and turned back around to look at her daughter.

“Independent study still means study.”

“Don’t worry Mother.  I plan to study.”

“I have no doubt of that.  Make sure that your cousins do too.”

“Blinking heck!” said Augie.

“You watch your mouth young man,” said Mrs. Colbshallow.  “I will have Garrah wash it out with soap.”

Iolanthe was already halfway up the stairs.  When she reached the top, she turned once again toward Yuah’s door.  When she knocked, she received the same reply that she had the previous day.  She balled up her fist and pounded.  There was still no answer.  Retracing her steps back a few feet, she opened the tiny drawer in the occasional table against the wall between the door to Yuah’s room and the door to the nursery.  The drawer was empty but for a large brass key.  Taking the key, she went back and stuck it in the keyhole just above the doorknob, turned it, and then pushed the door open. 

Yuah’s bedroom was probably the most luxurious in the house.  Terrence had denied her nothing while he was alive, though even Iolanthe admitted in her own thoughts that he could have shown the girl more affection.  The wallpaper, with its intricate pattern of pink roses between golden bars, was difficult to see.  The color of the carpet was indistinguishable.  The pink lace curtains on both the windows had been covered over with heavy blankets and very little light entered the room.  Yuah was lying on the bed, eyes half closed.  For a moment, Iolanthe thought she was dead, but then saw her breathing. 

“Yuah?”

Her sister-in-law didn’t move.  Iolanthe crossed to the window and pulled one of the heavy blankets away, allowing a bright beam of morning light to enter.  It fell directly across Yuah’s face, but she didn’t react.

“Yuah!”

On the intricately wrought stand in the corner was the antique washbasin.  Though it had not been used, the pitcher was still filled with cool clear water from the night before.  Iolanthe grabbed the pitcher by the handle and dumped it over Yuah’s head.

“Ack!  Bloody hell!” sputtered Yuah, and then jumped to her feet.  “You stupid cow!  What do you think you’re doing?”

“Are you bladdered, Yuah?”

“No.  I just don’t feel well.  Now get out.”

“You are bladdered.  You have yesterday’s dress on, your eyes are bloodshot, and you smell like you’ve peed yourself.  You’re ass over tit and it’s not even nine o’clock!”

With the suddenness of a viper strike, Yuah’s arm lashed out, her hand slapping Iolanthe solidly across the face, with a smack that could be heard all over the upper floor of the house.  A tiny fraction of a second had passed before Iolanthe’s left hand returned the favor, leaving its bright red impression across Yuah’s pale cheek.  Yuah balled up her fist and hit, stepping into the punch like a prizefighter.  She struck her sister-in-law in the right eye.  Iolanthe fell back down onto her bustle and rolled backwards, smacking both her head and the pitcher in her right hand onto the floor.  The antique porcelain exploded into a mass of white and cornflower blue pieces.