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Historical Fantasy

Date Published: September 1, 2024

Publisher: Roundfire Books

 

 

Capitán Cristóbal de Varga’s drive for glory and gold in 1538
Peru leads him and his army of conquistadors into a New World that refuses
to be conquered. He is a man torn by life-long obsessions and knows this is
his last campaign. What he doesn’t know is that his Incan allies led by the
princess Sarpay have their own furtive plans to make sure he never finds the
golden city of Vilcabamba. He also doesn’t know that Héctor Valiente,
the freed African slave he appointed as his lieutenant, has found a portal
that will lead them all into a world that will challenge his deepest
beliefs. And what he can’t possibly know is that this world will trap him in
a war between two eternal enemies, leading him to question everything he has
devoted his life to – his command, his Incan princess, his honor, his God.
In the end, he faces the ultimate dilemma: how is it possible to battle your
own obsessions . . . to conquer yourself?

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Chapter 2 At Sun’s Gate

 

As dawn broke across the blue-ice Andean skies, Capitán Cristóbal de Varga breathed in the tension of the six hundred conquistadors at his back. He had always believed that those on the verge of victory could smell it in advance. And right now the sharp tang of triumph seared his nostrils. He ran his fingers across his smooth-shaven face, feeling the creases from a lifetime of watching men grow rich while he merely grew older. Finally, after all the years since he and his cousin Diego had stowed away on that galleon to the New World, his moment of conquest had arrived. The Sun Gate to Machu Picchu lay before him.

His horse shifted restlessly. He nodded to the two men that flanked him. Lieutenant Héctor Valiente acknowledged him with his usual composed impenetrable look, his black African face stark against the snow-capped peaks. In contrast Lieutenant Rodrigo Benalcázar’s lean frame and pinched features teemed with energy as his fierce eyes focused on the steps in front of them.

Cristóbal raised his sword skyward.

“For the glory of God!”

Battle cries of “Santiago y cierra, España” resounded behind him. He urged his mount forward and led the charge on Machu Picchu, his heart hammering his chest. He rode on the wave of surging conquistadors, breathless, sweat streaming from his pores despite the cold. This was what he had relentlessly pursued for most of his life. It was in his grasp.

Suddenly the morning rays poured through the Sun Gate and a bright flash filled Cristóbal’s vision. The brief revelation that it was a sign of God’s grace quickly dissipated. He was riding blind. He faltered.

A volley of slingstones struck his armor.

Shielding his eyes, he looked down. A distorted halo encircled the stone steps.

He struggled to regain his momentum.

More slingstones rang against his helmet, echoing into his ears.

A spear bounced off his horse’s armor.

But nothing was going to block his path this time. Not now that the prize was so close. He gritted his teeth and pushed his horse back into a gallop.

As he reached the gate, Incan soldiers set upon him with axes and star-headed clubs. Determined to stay on his mount, he swung his sword furiously, slicing through their cotton armor and wooden shields. He led the thrust through the Incan defenses until the path was clear for his soldiers, who then poured through the Sun Gate hacking at any Incas standing their ground.

Cristóbal pulled back on his reins and let his men ride past him. The misshapen halo faded, and his vision cleared as he watched his conquistadors swarm into the defenseless citadel cradled between two peaks.

The Incas ran from their houses in a wild panic, some scrambling up the terraced hills while others sought to escape by the rope bridge that spanned the Urubamba River. The bridge was sagging under the weight of numbers when the conquistadors started cutting through the ropes with their swords. Then it collapsed and hundreds of Incas plummeted into the gorge. Screaming.

Cristóbal rode into Machu Picchu to the sound of despairing cries. He was joined by his two lieutenants, Héctor and Rodrigo, and they headed for the royal palace near the main square.

They entered the palace to the sound of flutes. In the center of the chamber were two Incan nobles sitting on a nest of embroidered cushions and surrounded by servants. The man’s effete features were wreathed by a scarlet llautu crowned with two feathers, and his earrings stretched his lobes so that they hung half-way to his shoulders. The woman was draped in jewel-studded garments of vicuña wool. Her fringe framed the flawless copper-brown of her face and two snake ornaments hung from her ears.

In front of them was a pile of gold statues and jewelry.

The nobleman waved the flute players into silence and addressed Cristóbal in Spanish. “We wish you welcome to Machu Picchu. I am Huarcay and this is my sister Sarpay.”

Cristóbal pointed to the pile of gold. “That can’t be all of it.”

“Machu Picchu is only an empire outpost,” said Huarcay.

Rodrigo drew his sword and took a step toward the nobleman. “Where’s the rest?”

Cristóbal gestured Rodrigo to wait. “It’s not enough,” he said to Huarcay. “It’s nowhere near enough.”

The nobleman gestured his flute players into silence. “I can give you much more.”

Cristóbal noticed Sarpay looking at him and his eyes locked on hers.

Huarcay said, “I can give you the emperor.”

Héctor nudged Cristóbal who returned his attention to Huarcay.

“You know where Manco Inca is hiding?”

“Yes, I can take you to the gold of Vilcabamba.”

 

 

About the Author

Dirk Strasser

Dirk Strasser’s epic fantasy trilogy The Books of
Ascension—Zenith, Equinox and Eclipse
—was published in German
and English, and his short stories have been translated into several
languages. “The Doppelgänger Effect” appeared in the World
Fantasy Award-winning anthology Dreaming Down Under. His historical fantasy
novel Conquist was published in 2024. The serialized version of Conquist was
a finalist in the Aurealis Awards Best Fantasy Novel category. Dirk’s
screenplay version of Conquist won the Wildsound Fantasy/Sci-Fi Festival
Best Scene Reading Award and was a featured finalist in the Cinequest Film
& Creativity Festival and the Creative World Awards. He is the co-editor
of Australia’s premier science fiction and fantasy magazine, Aurealis,
and was a judge on the 2024 Sydney Science Fiction Film Festival Screenplay
Awards. Dirk has been a high school teacher, a writer of best-selling
textbooks, an educational software developer, a publishing manager, and a
soccer club president.

 

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Historical Fantasy

Date Published: September 1, 2024

Publisher: Roundfire Books

 

 

Capitán Cristóbal de Varga’s drive for glory and gold in 1538
Peru leads him and his army of conquistadors into a New World that refuses
to be conquered. He is a man torn by life-long obsessions and knows this is
his last campaign. What he doesn’t know is that his Incan allies led by the
princess Sarpay have their own furtive plans to make sure he never finds the
golden city of Vilcabamba. He also doesn’t know that Héctor Valiente,
the freed African slave he appointed as his lieutenant, has found a portal
that will lead them all into a world that will challenge his deepest
beliefs. And what he can’t possibly know is that this world will trap him in
a war between two eternal enemies, leading him to question everything he has
devoted his life to – his command, his Incan princess, his honor, his God.
In the end, he faces the ultimate dilemma: how is it possible to battle your
own obsessions . . . to conquer yourself?

About the Author

Dirk Strasser

Dirk Strasser’s epic fantasy trilogy The Books of
Ascension—Zenith, Equinox and Eclipse
—was published in German
and English, and his short stories have been translated into several
languages. “The Doppelgänger Effect” appeared in the World
Fantasy Award-winning anthology Dreaming Down Under. His historical fantasy
novel Conquist was published in 2024. The serialized version of Conquist was
a finalist in the Aurealis Awards Best Fantasy Novel category. Dirk’s
screenplay version of Conquist won the Wildsound Fantasy/Sci-Fi Festival
Best Scene Reading Award and was a featured finalist in the Cinequest Film
& Creativity Festival and the Creative World Awards. He is the co-editor
of Australia’s premier science fiction and fantasy magazine, Aurealis,
and was a judge on the 2024 Sydney Science Fiction Film Festival Screenplay
Awards. Dirk has been a high school teacher, a writer of best-selling
textbooks, an educational software developer, a publishing manager, and a
soccer club president.

 

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Date Published: October 1, 2023

 

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“I would advise you, young man, to take care around anyone with the
surname Firefax. I know not if the rumors be true that they be king killers,
but they are, without any doubt, a dangerous family.”

 

Legend tells of a city of gold on a phantom island. The wealth of that city
could end the American Revolution. But the only person who knows the
island’s location is the world’s deadliest assassin. And
he’s not giving up that secret without a fight . . .

1781. New England.

The world’s oldest family of high-profile assassins, the Firefaxes,
have been killing off dignitaries—and being well-compensated to do
so—for centuries. The family is thrown into turmoil by their
patriarch’s death and the return of their cunning, cruel prodigal,
Murdoch. Murdoch is the only one left who knows where the Firefax wealth is,
kept on a secret island. But Murdoch’s former protégé,
now turned nemesis, Istäni, who is the leader of a British intelligence
network, and Murdoch’s former colleagues from a Continental
intelligence network are looking for that wealth. These spy networks are
bent on tracking down the legendary treasure, whatever the cost, but may
have met their match in this wily, dysfunctional family of killers.

 

About the Author

A.M. Vergara

A.M. Vergara is a physician assistant and paramedic. When not writing,
reading, or working in the hospital or on the ambulance, she can be found
outside, hiking, camping, riding her mule, foraging for edible mushrooms,
field-herping, or playing her banjo.

 

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Secret History Thriller, Historical Fantasy, Supernatural Thriller,
Speculative Fiction.

Date Published: 28/01/2019

Publisher: Matador

 

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It is 1761. Prussia is at war with Russia and Austria.

As the Russian army occupies East Prussia, King Frederick the Great and his
men fight hard to win back their homeland.

In Ludwigshain, a Junker estate in East Prussia, Countess Marion von Adler
celebrates an exceptional harvest. But it is requisitioned by Russian
troops. When Marion tries to stop them, a Russian captain strikes her. His
lieutenant, Ian Fermor, defends Marion’s honour and is stabbed for his
insubordination. Abandoned by the Russians, Fermor becomes a divisive figure
on the estate.

Close to death, Fermor dreams of the Adler, a numinous eagle entity, whose
territory extends across the lands of Northern Europe and which is
mysteriously connected to the Enlightenment. What happens next will change
of the course of human history…

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This is an excerpt from The Coronation by Justin Newland. 

It’s the closing scene of Chapter 2, The Fear of Famine. 

It’s from the point of view of Marion Grafin (or Countess) von Adler and takes place in her home in Schloss (or Castle) Ludwigshain.

 

She found the officer in charge, a middle-aged, thickset man, with hair sprouting from his eyebrows, and his hands. “What are they doing?” she demanded. “Where are you going with all that food?”

Smart in his uniform, as well as his attitude, the officer replied, “The Russian Army needs transport and supplies. They are mine to requisition.”

“Not again,” she complained. “Two years ago, the Russian Imperial Army barracked an entire regiment on my estate and we’ve barely recovered.” 

“I know nothing about that,” the officer said. 

“You can tell your men to stop.” 

“I will not,” the officer said flatly.

She tried a personal approach and asked, “Who do I have the honour of addressing?”

“Captain Stepan Gurieli of the Guzinskiy Hussars at your service,” he said, clicking the heels of his boots. 

As she watched the Georgian soldiers load sacks of potatoes, wheat, corn and carrots onto the carts, Marion had an awful, sinking feeling. This was terrible. Without food, her people, her estate, could all crumble into dust. She tried again. 

 “This is the last day of the harvest. If you take everything, my people won’t survive the winter.”

“This is for the victorious Russian Army,” Gurieli said with a snarl. 

“Famine gnaws at the soul,” she pleaded with him. “At least leave us something!”

“These are my orders,” the captain snapped back. “If you don’t like them, take up the matter with the Governor General of Königsberg, or better still, Elizabeth Petrovna, Empress of all Russia.”

She kept her own counsel on that one. 

A younger officer – a lieutenant – joined them. He was the one Konstantin had been berating. He had a slight build and rounded shoulders. Marion particularly noticed his gleaming emerald-green eyes and, protruding from beneath his cap, strands of curly red hair. 

“Your report, Lieutenant Fermor,” the captain said. 

“The men have gathered everything they can,” the lieutenant replied.

“Good, then prepare the column to leave,” Gurieli said. He bestowed on Marion a smug grin and strode towards his dapple-grey horse. 

The monster was going to steal her people’s harvest. There was so little time to save her people. She had to stop him. She darted in front of him, arms outstretched, blocking his way. 

Mouth agape, the captain stepped back, evidently as surprised as she was by her impetuous action. 

“Get out of my way – or suffer the consequences.” 

Breathing hard, her heart pumping, she glared at him. “Please. Don’t steal our harvest!” 

The captain leaned forward and barked, “Don’t prevent me from following my orders!” 

She chose her next words carefully. “This is cruel, vindictive and contrary to the teachings of Our Lord!”

“Bah!” he scoffed. “I don’t care. The Lutheran Church is full of heretics anyway.” 

Silence gripped her round the throat. Fear bared its claws.

“What about the little ones?” she pleaded. “Don’t you have children, Captain Gurieli? Leave something for them, I beg you.” 

“Blame it on that odious King Frederick of yours,” the captain replied, tapping his riding whip against his thigh. “Because of his hubris, my countrymen – and yours – die horribly on the battlefield. I’ve seen hundreds lose their limbs. A whole generation is amputated. So many fatherless families. Don’t preach to me about children. Be thankful I’m leaving you your lives!” 

“I will not let you leave my people to starve!” Every word was like a peal of thunder.

“Get out of my way, you whore!” the captain hissed. 

Hans rushed forward, shouting, “How dare you address my mother like that!” 

“Who is this suckling babe?” Gurieli laid on the scorn.

“I’m not a child, I’m a man,” Hans snapped. 

What happened next seemed to do so in slow motion.

The glint of a blade in the sunlight. Hans’ overhead thrust parried by Gurieli. The dagger falling from her son’s hand spiralling through the air. Gurieli knocking the boy to the ground and plunging his foot on his chest, then lifting his riding whip above his head. 

She flung herself into the trajectory of the whip. 

It ripped her cheek and stung her with a shooting pain the like of which she had never experienced. Her knees trembled. With the sheer force of will, she urged herself not to move, nor wipe away the blood trickling down her cheek. 

Otto and the young lieutenant rushed towards the captain. 

“Stop right there!” One fiery glance endorsed her command. 

Defiant like a granite mountain before a storm, she stared into the captain’s eyes.

“Move out of my way, or I’ll have to…” Gurieli said.

The captain raised his whip hand and she winced, expecting another strike. A moment passed. Nothing happened. She opened her eyes. The captain and the young lieutenant were grappling and grunting like a couple of great bears. Hans got up from the ground and she flung a protective arm around him. The lieutenant twisted Gurieli’s hand, forcing him to drop the whip. 

Gurieli pulled away, shouting, “What on earth do you think you’re doing?” 

“You struck a lady! Call yourself an Imperial Russian officer? You’ve dishonoured the regiment!” the lieutenant replied. 

“This is the foreigner’s true colour!” the captain stoked the flames. “White – like the flag of surrender! You’d have our great mother country bow the knee to Prussians!”

 The lieutenant unsheathed his sabre and slashed it against the side of the captain’s head, severing his left ear in one swift, clean blow. The ear landed in the summer dust. Blood oozed down the captain’s neck, turning his crisp white uniform a sanguine shade of scarlet. The captain stroked the wound, examined the blood on his hand and licked it. His face transformed into one of unadulterated fury. 

“You’ve done it now, little Lieutenant,” Gurieli snarled. “You are under my command. Your precious uncle isn’t here to cosset you.” 

The cut on her cheek seared right through her. Waves of pain beat against her legs. She felt dizzy and leaned against Hans. 

The lieutenant took a step back and bowed his head. He seemed to have realised the gravity of his action. In a grovelling tone, he said, “I-I’m sorry, Captain.” 

“You will be. Here, bite on this!” The captain pulled out his sabre and drove at the lieutenant, who tried to parry the thrust, but Gurieli ran the lieutenant through the side. She cringed at the squishing sound of the sword piercing his flesh. Gurieli withdrew the sabre and blood spurted in an arc, colouring the sandy ground in a hot crimson stream. 

The lieutenant slumped to his knees, clutching his side, blood squelching through his fingers. The captain walked round him, planted a boot on the lieutenant’s back and kicked him to the ground, face first.

No one moved. Everyone was in shock. 

The lieutenant lay in a pool of blood oozing into the yellow sand, as flies descended on the banquet. Nearby, the captain’s horse, feeling the ambient tension, deposited a large volume of stinking excrement onto the forecourt.

“There, Gräfin.” The captain’s voice ascended the heights of mockery. “There’s food for your people. From the horse’s arse!”

Marion clung onto Hans’ arm, to prevent him from going back into the fray and stop herself falling over in a heap.

The adjutant stumbled over to where the lieutenant lay stricken on the ground, his life oozing out onto the gravel. 

The captain barked at him, “Leave him!”

“He’ll die, Captain Gurieli,” the adjutant replied. 

“He struck a superior officer, an offence that bears a grave punishment. Do you want to suffer the same fate?”

The adjutant frowned and shook his head. 

“Then pick that up!” Gurieli pointed to his bloody ear. 

“Yes, Captain,” the adjutant murmured.

“And that.” Gurieli pointed to his whip. “Now let’s leave this accursed place.”

Gurieli led the column off – taking with them most of their horses, carts and wagons carrying the bulk of the estate’s winter food supplies. They left behind fear of famine, a pile of steaming horse shit and a mortally wounded Russian officer. 

Once she made sure Hans was unhurt, Marion acted quickly. “Find the doctor. This wound needs cauterising. Bring the lieutenant inside.” 

Otto picked him up by the armpits while Konstantin grabbed the boy’s feet. They hauled him as far as the entrance of the Schloss, where a barrel of a man with a face pitted like the full moon, stood on the steps. Few survived the smallpox, but he had. Arms folded, he blocked their way.

“Alexander,” she said to him, “let them pass.” 

The huntsman ignored her and lanced the boil of his opinion. Pointing to the stricken lieutenant, he snarled, “Him, he’s Russian scum. They raped our women and our land. They left him here to die. If it were me, I’d do the same.”

“We’re trying to save his life,” she replied. 

“What life? He’s not worth it. His soldiers stole our food and our peace of mind. What we gonna feed him on? Berries? Grass? Nah. I see real life in the woods. The beasts of the forest knows the way of things. They’d leave him to die. Not thee, though, Your Excellency. You wanna feed our enemy with food we ain’t even got!”

She glared at him like a Prussian Medusa, willing him to turn to stone under her gaze. “Listen to me! That man doesn’t even know who I am, yet was prepared to lay down his life for me and my son. What more can you ask of a friend, so how can he be an enemy? Now move!” 

While the huntsman beat a calculated retreat, she knew it was a temporary respite. The fear of famine crawled into people’s lives like vermin and was as equally hard to remove. 

 

 About the Author

Justin Newland

Justin Newland is an author of historical fantasy and secret history
thrillers – that’s history with a supernatural twist. His
historical novels feature known events and real people from the past, which
are re-told and examined through the lens of the supernatural.

His novels speculate on the human condition and explore the fundamental
questions of our existence. As a species, as Homo sapiens sapiens –
that’s man the twice-wise – how are we doing so far? Where is
mankind’s spiritual home? What does it look or feel like? Would we
recognise it if we saw it?

Undeterred by the award of a Doctorate in Mathematics from Imperial
College, London, he found his way to the creative keyboard and conceived his
debut novel, The Genes of Isis (Matador, 2018), an epic fantasy set under
Ancient Egyptian skies.

Next came the supernatural thriller, The Old Dragon’s Head (Matador,
2018), set in Ming Dynasty China.

His third novel, The Coronation (Matador, 2019), speculates on the genesis
of the most important event of the modern world – the Industrial
Revolution.

His fourth, The Abdication (Matador, 2021), is a supernatural thriller in
which a young woman confronts her faith in a higher purpose and what it
means to abdicate that faith.

His stories add a touch of the supernatural to history and deal with the
themes of war, religion, evolution and the human’s place in the
universe.

He was born three days before the end of 1953 and lives with his partner in
plain sight of the Mendip Hills in Somerset, England.

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The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow Boy Series, Book 9

 

Historical Fantasy, Japan, Paranormal

Date Published: April 2022

Publisher: American I Publishing

 

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Japan, 1877. Toki-Girl Azuki revels in her new-found freedom. But now what
will she do with it?

Using her patterns and the looms Western Dragon Prince Iyrtsh makes for
Eastern Dragon Princess Otohime’s ambitious project—resettling
refugees displaced by the failed Satsuma Rebellion—anyone can make her
fabulous fabric designs! But what of Azuki herself? Then the Oni, Kukanko,
who is sure she’s not a demon, calls on the Toki-Girl for help.

Can Azuki, Sparrow-Boy Shota, Dragon Princess Renko and Eagle-Boy Akira
find a way to help the Oni? What will a blind musician accomplish using
their results? How can they help Uncle Yuta and Aunt Noriko find places for
newly freed mill workers with no place left to go? Or help Lady Anko and
Lord Toshio defy convention and save their unlucky twins from potentially
lethal superstition? What’s going to happen to a very special horse?

Eastern Dragon King Ryuujin and Western Dragon Queen Rizantona contemplate
the future of their species and the planet, and infant Dragon Prince
Susu’s inability to keep a secret has catastrophic results.

Will Azuki and her friends find a way to help others while saving
themselves, their friends, and their future? Can Azuki find a new
path?

The Oni’s Shamisen is the ninth in the groundbreaking Toki-girl and
Sparrow-boy series where History and fantasy and magical realism collide in
this latest tale from the Meiji Era, a time and place where anything could
happen and probably did!

 

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The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 1: Coming Home

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 2: Chasing Dreams

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 3: Together

The Toki Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 4: Uncle Yuta has an
Adventure

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 5: Noriko’s Journey

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 6: The Dragon Sisters

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 7: The Eagle and the Sparrow

The Toki-Girl and the Sparrow-Boy, Book 8: The Shadows of War

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CHAPTER ONE

Azuki, the girl who became a toki, laughed as she soared in the thermal. In
her form as a Japanese Crested Ibis, she rode the wind. Her powerful white
wings, touched with stunning peach accents, worked to carry her far above
the mountainous northern Kyushu landscape.

Laughing with her, Akira, the boy who became an eagle, matched her stroke
for stroke as they circled each other, dancing in the air. They were close
in size, for Steller’s Sea Eagles are proud of being the largest among
eagles—no matter what those Harpy Eagles might think—and the
Japanese Crested Ibis isn’t much smaller.

Dancing in the air wasn’t limited to birds, Akira thought as the wind
softened beneath his wings—only to those who could fly. The Western
Dragon Prince Irtysh and the Eastern Dragon Princess Otohime, though
divergent in form, had learned to dance together, and Otohime had first
learned to do it with her younger and smaller half-sister, their friend,
Renko.

But nobody did it like eagles!

“Let’s dive,” Akira cried to Azuki. She didn’t
answer, but slowed to nearly stall before tipping her long black beak
downward and tucking in her wings. Akira drove the air with his own muscular
wings to catch her, and they spiraled downwards, twisting closely around
each other, racing towards the land.

They learned this from the dragons, who rejoiced in flight as much as the
birds, and were smart enough and playful enough to take any airborne idea
and expand on it. They all learned from each other.

As they approached the treetops, Azuki called, “Crossover!” and
they changed their courses to hurtle past each other before starting the
upward curve of their next ascent. Careful to keep exact pace with each
other, they curved their angles inward so they would meet at the top of
their arc. Akira thought they might cross over again and descend in lazy
twining circles before landing.

Suddenly, right between them, a dragon appeared.

Akira and Azuki both dodged to avoid this obstacle, who was small for a
dragon, though large compared to them. He was bronze, brown and gold, and in
the classic European fashion, his hide was studded with jewels. When he was
a human, he looked Japanese.

“Nice flight, you two,” the dragon said.

“Susu-chan!” Azuki called. “What are you doing here?
Don’t pop in like that! It’s dangerous!”

“I wasn’t in your way!” Susu objected. Youngest of the
dual-natured dragons, Susu was Renko’s full brother. Otohime was his
much older half-sister, child of the Eastern Dragon King Ryuujin. Irtysh was
his much older half-brother, child of the Western Dragon Queen Rizantona.
Susu was a child prodigy who was afraid of nothing except his fierce and
royal parents, and sometimes his grown-up siblings, who could be quite
fierce themselves. Renko was young like him and would usually not only let
him get away with tricks but teach him new ones. She’d been a child
prodigy herself.

“That’s only because we’re good,” Akira said with a
mental laugh as the two big birds circled around the hovering dragon. They
all spoke in mental speech, convenient for times when their physical beings
or their circumstances didn’t accommodate physical, audible
speech.

“You did spoil our descent, though,” Azuki added.
“Isn’t it good manners for dragons to announce themselves to
avoid interrupting others?” Susu looked abashed.

“I should have,” Susu said. “I’m sorry. I forgot. I
guess I did come in right in the middle. Is it convenient?” That was a
popular dragon greeting. Dragons frequently spontaneously appeared in each
other’s presences without announcing themselves in advance, which few
of them could manage all the time.

Mental speech did not always work for any- and every-one or at different
distances. Dragons vanished promptly if they were told to come back later.
They enjoyed spontaneity and were sometimes impulsive. Susu, formally His
Royal Highness Prince Suoh-Sugaar, certainly was.

“No, but as long as you’re here,” Akira said with a grin
that forgave the dragon child too much and too often, “what can we do
for you?”

“Not for me, but for Brother.” In the Japanese fashion, Susu
usually referred to his relatives by relationship rather than name. He did
have other brothers–both his parents had other children–but when
he said “Brother,” as though it were a name, he invariably meant
the one he was closest to: Prince Irtysh.

“How can we serve His Royal Highness today?” Azuki asked
formally. She’d had just about enough of this childish nonsense. Susu
was old enough to use proper manners!

“Did you know Brother has children?” Susu swiveled to try to
follow the birds’ line of sight. Birds couldn’t hover like
dragons could. “Come land on me!”

Azuki and Akira glanced at each other, then swooped in to circle before
landing on Susu’s broad back.

“I didn’t,” Akira said as he banked,
“No.”

“I never thought about it,” Azuki admitted. “They
don’t live with him.”

“They’re kind of old,” Susu told them. “Grown-ups.
They all have their own caverns and their own mountains. All over the place.
Galina’s mountain is north of here, really close to Hokkaido!
She’s a princess, too. She’s older than me, but we like to swim
together. I think I’m her uncle.” Susu frowned at this. That
didn’t make sense to him emotionally, though if he worked it out,
intellectually, it did. His brother’s children….

“So Prince Irtysh has children?” Akira decided to move the
original conversation back on track. He positioned himself to land near
where Azuki would light down. While the prince was, by rank, His Royal
Highness, he preferred a lower level of formality from those among the
dual-natured and humans he seemed to consider part of his social circle, if
not his friends. Akira didn’t know if he would ever be able to truly
claim friendship with the suave and sophisticated dragon prince, though he
admired him enormously.

“Five!” Susu said. “He’s talking to them about
those machines he’s building for your refugees! He wants to know how
many you’ll need, so I need to get Tsuruko-san. Then she and
Kichiro-san can come back with us and we can all talk about going to the
Exhibition! It starts in just a few days!”

Susu was a jump ahead of everybody, as he often was, Azuki thought, though
he was frequently misdirected. Tsuruko-san, the Crane-Woman, was working
closely with Her Royal Highness, the Eastern Dragon Princess Otohime. Both
of them joined the fully human Lady Satsuki, her very pregnant daughter,
Anko-sama, and all the rest of them, in helping to resettle refugees
displaced by the Satsuma Rebellion. Azuki didn’t want to think about that.
The Rebellion was coming to its end, and its end would be, inevitably,
tragic.

“That’s where we’ll find out about the cotton spinning
machine.” Akira nodded. “I want to go, too.”

About the Author

Claire Youmans

Claire Youmans was captivated the first time she set foot in the Land of
the Rising Sun. After many years of travel to this magical place, the
retired lawyer now lives in Tokyo, exploring and writing fiction and poetry.
During the Meiji Era, Japan leapt from a decaying feudalism to a modern
first world power. How’d they do that? This history holds a key to
understanding Japanese culture and character. Like the ocean, Japan changes
only on the surface while the depths remain the same. Using folklore and
fantasy, Youmans tells this story in an accessible, fun, and exciting way
that reveals and explores the true nature of Japan, a culture that is
unique, quirkly and one she has ultimately come to love.

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