The Dark and Forbidding Land – Senta and Zurfina

The Dark and Forbidding LandSpeaking of Senta Bly (as I was yesterday)… I’m reading The Dark and Forbidding Land, and doing a little editing here.  One of the key elements in the series is the dynamic between Senta and Zurfina.  These two characters become more and more alike during the course of the plot, until they almost really change places.  One of my favorite little hints of this is in The Dark and Forbidding Land— in two different parts.  Both characters arrive in the Pfennig Store where they find a wooden toy pony…

In Chapter One:

Senta wandered over to look at the toy counter.  It was a small twenty-four inch square counter divided into six-inch square compartments, each with a different type of toy.  There were rubber bouncing balls, toy guns, tin soldiers, doll sized teacups with saucers, and wooden ponies with yarn tails.  Senta picked one up and made a horse noise by blowing air between her lips.

In Chapter Six:

Zurfina turned and slowly made her way through the aisles directly toward the two lizzies, who continued to stand like great reptilian statues where they were.  She stepped around Cissy and stood between them to look down at the toy counter.  She picked up one of the strange four-legged creatures made of wood with yarn tails and made a noise by blowing air through her lips.  It seemed as though she hardly realized the lizzies were even there, but then she looked Cissy directly in the eye.  Cissy stared back at those strange human grey and white eyes, and before she could stop herself, she spoke.

The Voyage of the Minotaur – Senta Bly

The Voyage of the Minotaur One of the best things about writing the series Senta and the Steel Dragon is that Senta is really a different character in each book.  She starts at age 8 in book 1 (age 6 in book 0), and progresses to age 17 in book 5.  In The Voyage of the Minotaur, she really is kind of a goofy little kid.  One would hardly suspect from this book, were it not for the title of the series, that she was the main character.  Still, she has several great scenes in the story.  Arguably the best is this one, in which she encounters Mr. Maalik Murty.

She didn’t know how long she lay there, but eventually she had the feeling that someone else was there with her.  She opened her eyes to see a pasty-faced man with a very round face and horn-rimmed glasses looking down at her.  His hair was slicked down and oily looking and he had a pinched expression on his face that made his mouth look unnaturally small.  She looked at him for several moments and he looked back and blinked several times.

“Hello,” said Senta.

“Hello,” he replied.  “Are you all right?”

“I don’t know.”

The man smiled without showing his teeth.  His smile reached from his chin to the middle of his nose.  His eyes, magnified by glasses, stayed the same.  He had no facial hair or sideburns, but he had several small cuts on his face as if he had injured himself while shaving.  His suit was charcoal colored, and slightly shabby; something that Senta wouldn’t have noticed a few weeks before.

“Do you want to try getting up?” he asked.

“All right.”

Senta sat up and immediately threw up at the man’s feet.  Most of the vomit splattered across the wooden deck, though a bit of it ended up on his shoes and pants cuffs.

“Gawp,” said the dragon within his carrier.

The man’s mouth twitched to one side, but all he said was, “Feeling better?”

Senta nodded.

“Good,” he said.  “We should get you somewhere where you can get washed up.  Do you know how to get to your cabin from here?”

“No.”

“Then, I’ll take you to my cabin.”

“Um, I don’t know.”

“You wouldn’t want anyone to see you with vomit all over your shoes, would you?”

Senta looked down and, sure enough, she had gotten vomit on her own shoes too.  The man took her by the hand and pulled her to her feet.  She was still pretty wobbly.  He began to walk slowly along the deck, pulling her along with him. 

“Gawp,” said the dragon, louder.

They went in the doorway just behind the one through which Senta had exited, and walked down the corridor.  Senta started to feel a little better.  At the end of the hallway, a set of narrow steps led down to the lower deck.  Senta didn’t really want to go down, but the pasty-faced man had her hand firmly in his.

“Senta!”

Senta and the man both turned to see Miss Lusk walking down the hallway toward them.  Though she was the shortest of the women that had been at the dinner party that evening, Miss Lusk was almost the exact same height as the oily-haired man.  Her hat, which was a large straw affair covered in pink chiffon with a flower accent, made her seem a bit taller than him.

“Where are you going, Senta?” asked Miss Lusk.

“We were just going to get her cleaned up,” said the man.  “The poor thing got sick on deck and lost her dinner.”

“Good evening, Mr. Murty,”

“Good evening, Miss Lusk.”

“It was very kind of you to help out with a sick child.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” he replied.  They stood looking at each other for a very long moment.  Senta looked from one to the other.

“Well, we’ll go on and get the child cleaned up,” said Mr. Murty.

“I think I should take it from here.”

“Oh?”

“I’m sure it wouldn’t be appropriate for you to take the child below.”

“Wouldn’t be appropriate?” he asked.  “Why not?”

“Taking care of children isn’t a man’s job.”  Miss Lusk took Senta’s other hand and pulled until the child had both arms stretched out in either direction.

“I really don’t mind.  I love children,” said Mr. Murty.

“You’ll make quite a father one day, I’m sure.”

“Let me take her.”

“I’ll take care of her,” said Miss Lusk.  “I am a woman.”

“Yes, I keep forgetting,” said Mr. Murty, letting go of Senta’s hand.  “Um, what with your, um, mathematics skills and all.”

“Good night, Mr. Murty!” Miss Lusk hurried down the hall with the girl in tow.

The Voyage of the Minotaur – Updated Version

The Voyage of the Minotaur As you read this, there is a new version of The Voyage of the Minotaur.  It is already live at Smashwords and Amazon, and should be up at other bookstores within the next few days.  This version is designated 9-20-13 on the copyright page.

There are about a hundred changes in the book, but they are almost all minor edits– commas in the place of periods, a couple of sentences broken into two, etc.  If you already have The Voyage of the Minotaur, feel free to download the updated version.  If you haven’t read it, I invite you to check it out.  Follow this link to Smashwords.  Use the coupon code HA26Z at checkout to get $1.00 off the regular $2.99 price, from now until 10-20-13.  Thanks.

The Voyage of the Minotaur – Iolanthe Dechantagne

The Voyage of the Minotaur One of the primary characters in The Voyage of the Minotaur is Iolanthe Dechantagne.  She is the driving force behind the expedition to start a new colony, and she is very clearly the dominant sibling, basically ordering her brothers around.  She’s always fun to write because she really is horribly bitchy.  She’s one of my favorites, though readers often love to hate her.  They frequently comment on her mistreatment of Yuah and Augie, but they often ignore the fact that on several occasions she commits, if not murder, well, certainly some pretty ruthless acts of violence.  Here is one example:

Iolanthe released the brake and pressed down with her foot on the forward accelerator.  The carriage slowly rolled forward.  The steam built up, and soon the vehicle had returned to its former vigor.  She tried to drive around the block of the Great Church of the Holy Savior, and get back onto the main road to return to the Old City, but the roads in this area did not seem to follow the normal grid pattern.  And there seemed to be nowhere to turn around.  After half an hour of trying to negotiate the unfathomable maze, she found herself at a dead end.  She pulled the brake lever and sat trying to figure out at which turn she should have made a left, and how to get back to that point.

Suddenly a figure approached the left side of her carriage.  It was a dirty man, wearing dirty clothes, with a dirty bald head, and a big dirty nose.  He stepped in close to her and ran his eyes down the length of her form.  Another similarly dressed man stepped up behind him. 

“Well, this is nice, ain’t it?” said the second man.  “We can have us a little fun.”

“Yeah, fun” said the first man, pulling a long, thin knife from his belt.

“Careful though,” said the second man.  “She might have a little pistol in her handbag.”

“Does you have a little pistol in your handbag, dearie?” the first man asked.  He casually waved the knife in his right hand, as he pawed at her ankle with his left.  Then he stopped when he heard the sound of two hammers being cocked, and looked up into the twin twelve gauge barrels.

“I don’t carry a handbag,” said Iolanthe, pulling the shotgun to her shoulder.  She pulled the first trigger, disintegrating the head of the first man, and sending a fountain of viscous remains over everything within twenty feet.  The second man had no time to react before the second barrel was fired at him.  He was far enough away however, that though he was killed, people who had known him would still be able to identify his body.

Iolanthe pushed the lever, opening the shotgun’s breach with her thumb, and tilted the weapon so that the two used shells dropped out onto the carriage floor.  She opened the glove compartment and pulled out the two replacement shells, stuffed them into the shotgun, and snapped the breach closed.  She then returned the still smoking weapon to its place behind the seat.  Reaching back into the glove compartment, she pulled out one of the handkerchiefs and wiped some of the blood and jellied brains from her face. 

Looking down at herself in disgust, she said.  “I’ll never be able to wear this dress again.”

Women’s Suffrage

This is a video we watched in class for Constitution Day.  It’s pretty brilliant.

The Voyage of the Minotaur: Yuah Korlann

The Voyage of the Minotaur Yesterday, I talked about Terrence Dechantagne, one of the main characters in The Voyage of the Minotaur.  This kind of leads me into a discussion of Yuah Korlann– one of three women who revolve around Terrence’s life.  Yuah is a servant who has grown up with Terrence and his siblings, and is madly in love with him.  She of course struggles with feelings of inadequacy and he does nothing to help, because while he does care about her, he doesn’t really love her.  He may be incapable of love; he certainly thinks so.  The following is one of the many Terrence-Yuah interactions as she basically courts him, though she doesn’t really realize she’s doing so.

There was pounding on the door.  Terrence opened his eyes and began to climb out of bed.  The pounding continued.  He stepped across the room and threw open the door.  The bright light outside silhouetted the form of Yuah Korlann in the doorway.   Her skirted lower half was wide and completely filled the door frame, but her upper half reminded Terrence of how thin she actually was.

“Good.  You’re awake.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Look what I’ve got.”  She pulled a picnic basket out from behind her.  “You’re going to take me out for lunch.”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“Because I have been working my ass off.  Between your sister and the wedding plans, I haven’t had a moment to myself all week.  If I don’t have a moment to relax and share a bit of pleasant conversation with someone, I’m going to go barmy.”

 “Can’t you find one of the women to waffle with?”

“I could if I wanted to,” Yuah said.  “Get dressed.”

“Get dressed?”

“Yes.  Preferably something without blood splattered all over it.”

Terrence looked down at his shirt and found that it was indeed the case that blood was splattered across the front.  The disclosure, that it was only dinosaur blood rather than human, would probably not matter to her so he simply turned around and began to remove his shirt.  Yuah stepped inside and closed the door behind her.

“Don’t forget to wash your face and shave.”  She leaned against the door.  He stopped and looked at her.  “I’ll wait,” she said.

Terrence washed his face in the bowl of water sitting on a large crate.  He didn’t know how it had gotten there.  Then he pulled out his straight razor and shaving powder.  Once his face was smooth, he peeled off his undershirt and replaced it with a clean one, then covered it with a clean shirt.  He ran a comb through his hair. 

 “You look almost smart enough to be seen with me,” said Yuah.

“Shouldn’t you be seeing to your father or Miss Lusk?  You heard what happened of course?”

“My father is sleeping and there are more people seeing to Egeria than will fit into her room.”

Terrence shrugged, and then offered her his arm, as they stepped out into the bright sunlight.  Yuah led the way down the hill in a northeasterly direction.  A leisurely walk of about a mile found them on a small grassy knoll overlooking the sea.  Here on the opposite side of the promontory from the small bay where the HMS Minotaur was anchored, the waves crashed against a long sandy beach.

Setting down the picnic basket, Yuah opened its top and removed a small yellow plaid blanket, which she spread out.  The two sat down side by side, and she began removing wrapped package after wrapped package from the basket.

“Curried egg?” she offered.

He took one and bit into it.

“Mrs. Colbshallow’s?”

“No, I made them.”

“I had no idea that you could cook.”

“Oh, I’m talented.”  She unwrapped a sandwich and handed it to him.  He lifted up the dark rye bread and examined the thinly-sliced but thickly-piled meat, onion, cress, and mayonnaise.

“I didn’t think we had any bread.”

“That is thanks to Mrs. Colbshallow.  She baked two dozen loaves yesterday in the first oven set up here.  I was just lucky enough to get one of them.”

Terrence took a bite of the sandwich.  It was good.  He looked at it and realized that the bite he had taken out seemed abnormally large, so he took a second smaller bite to cover it up.  As he chewed, he looked up and watched a group of circling winged reptiles being pestered by equally numerous small birds.

“So, do you have a date for the wedding?” asked Yuah.

“What wedding?”

“The wedding of Corporal Bratihn and Mrs. Kittredge.  The wedding everyone is talking about.”

“Why would I want to go?”

“You have to go.  You are one of the founders of the colony.”

“Iolanthe is the founder of the colony.”

“You are very important.  People look up to you.  You have to be there.”

“All right, I’ll be there.”

“Who will be your date?”

“Why do I need a date?”

“It’s a social event.  Everyone needs a date.”

“I don’t want to take anyone.”

“Then you can take me.”

“You want me to take you to the wedding?”

“Sure.  Why not?”

“First a picnic lunch and now a date to this alleged social event.  You’re daft if you think you can get me to marry you so that you can move up in the world.”

Yuah jumped to her feet, balled up her fists at her side, and gritted her teeth.  Then she kicked the picnic basket and sent it flying across the grass, trailing sandwiches and desserts.

“I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man in Birmisia!” she screamed, and then she shook for a moment as if she needed to scream and nothing would quite come out.  Finally she hissed at him.  “You pathetic, rat-assed tool.”

She kicked again.  This time planting the pointy toe of her shoe in the meat of his shoulder, she knocked him onto his back.  By the time he sat back up, she was stomping her way up the slope.  As he watched her disappear over the top of the hill, he fumed over her inability to take a joke.  Then he fumed at himself because he knew he hadn’t been joking.  He picked up the sandwich and angrily tossed it towards the sea.  It flew apart into its various components in the air, one of which was caught by one of the flying reptiles swooping down from the sky.

The Voyage of the Minotaur: Terrence Dechantagne

As I mentioned yesterday, I am rereading and re-editing The Voyage of the Minotaur.  So, I decided I would spend some time this week talking about the characters in that book– my personal favorite.  The reason I like it so much is the characters, and I love them so much because they are so flawed.  Flawed characters are so much more fun to write.

Terrence Dechantagne is on the surface a heroic fellow.  He has a kind of Indiana Jones-esque quality.  At least that’s how those around him see him.  He doesn’t see himself that way though, because he knows what most of them don’t– that he is a drug addict.  His (very real) heroism is at war with his constant self-loathing.  Here are a couple of quick examples.

The first is when Yuah Korlann (one of the few that knows his secret) tries to take care of him.

He woke up with the strange sensation of something right above his face.  Opening his eyes, he saw that it was Yuah.  Her face was less than a foot above his.  They stared at each other for a moment.

“I thought I locked the door,” he said.

“You did.”

“And you’ve taken to breaking and entering?”

“In this case.  I had to make sure that you were all right.”

“You mean that you had to make sure I wasn’t ‘seeing’,” he said.

“Well….” She shrugged.

“Are you going to be my nursemaid from now on, or just for the rest of the day?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well, what now?” asked Terrence.

“Let’s walk around the deck for a while before dinner,” she said.  “You can be my escort and everyone can start talking about us.”

“See, I knew you still had a crush on me.”

“I don’t have crushes on addicts.”

“I don’t escort flat-chested bints,” he said.  “And I’m not an addict.”

“You’ll have to prove that to me,” she said.  “And I’m not flat-chested, not really.  Come on.  Get your boots on and let’s go for a stroll.”

Yuah continued to talk to herself while Terrence pulled on his boots.  “Some people can get anything they want.  Not me.  I’m just the flat-chested dressing maid that keeps saving his life.  He wouldn’t want to be seen with me though.  I’m just another Zaeri that he wouldn’t give the time of day to.”

“I didn’t say anything about you being a Zaeri,” he said.  “You know that’s not important to me.”

“It’s important to everyone.”

“It’s not important to me.  I learned a long time ago—Kafirite God or Zaeri God, he’s a heartless bastard.”

The second is when Terrence’s sister Iolanthe announces the name of their new colony.

“That’s fine,” said Iolanthe.  “The promontory is going to be the dock, the fort and the industrial area.  We won’t need many trees.  We will need a few though.  I’ll go ashore later and mark those to be spared.  It sounds as though everything is in order.  What are you gentlemen doing now?”

“I have the bridge,” said Staff.

“I’m going to take a bath and a nap,” said Terrence.

“I have to speak to Father Ian about arranging a wedding,” said Zeah.

Iolanthe looked at him and cocked her eyebrow.

“Corporal Bratihn has asked Mrs. Kittredge to marry him.  It will be the first wedding in the new colony.”

“See that it is done right,” said Iolanthe.  “This has to be a big affair with the whole colony taking part—the perfect event to inaugurate our city.”

“What will your new city be called?” asked Lieutenant Staff.

“Port Dechantagne, of course.”

“Of course,” said Terrence quietly.

Always Editing

The Voyage of the Minotaur I’m rereading Senta and the Steel Dragon Book 1: The Voyage of the Minotaur and doing some editing.  I really love this book and I giggle to myself when I read things that I had forgotten that I added to the story.  I’ll give you one example.  When the expedition first encounters dinosaurs, Professor Calliere remarks that they are related to dragons the way that apes are related to humans.  Both Father Ian and Zurfina make the same dismissive noise, father Ian because he doesn’t believe apes are related to humans and the sorceress Zurfina because she doesn’t believe dinosaurs are related to dragons.

As I’m reading, I’m editing.  There aren’t any changes in the story or language, but I have learned a lot about formatting since I created that book.  I’ve found a couple of dozen places that should have had a comma, and where there is a period– and vice-a-versa.  I have a feeling that I’ll be editing my books every year for the rest of my life.  I don’t really have a problem with that, though I would like to have perfection the first time.  That is one of the advantages of ebooks– I can make a change or correction and have it up at every bookstore in just a few days.

Here is the description of The Voyage of the Minotaur: In a world of steam power and rifles, where magic has not yet been forgotten, an expedition sets out to establish a colony in a lost world. The Voyage of the Minotaur is a story of adventure and magic, religion and prejudice, steam engines and dinosaurs, angels and lizardmen, machine guns and wizards, sorceresses, bustles and corsets, steam-powered computers, hot air balloons, and dragons.

I invite you to check it out.  It is my favorite of all my books.

The Scarecrow

It’s not often somebody combines a decent game app, a very clever marketing campaign, and a brilliant little film– though people try often enough.  This is one great little video, but what really makes it is Fiona Apple’s hauntingly beautiful rendition of Pure Imagination– one of my all time favorite songs.  Check it out.

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