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November 17, 2015
Cover Reveal: The Sacrifice & Other Stories
The Sacrifice and Other Stories–available now for preorder!
I’m very pleased to reveal Catherine Dair’s beautiful cover for my new anthology. The anthology is available for preorder now and will release on November 27. It’ll also seen be available in a print edition. Perfect fof holiday gift-giving!
This anthology contains two brand-new fantasy short stories. It also contains three novellas and two additional shorts–over 400 print pages of m/m fantasy romance!
And you know what’s even better? I’m donating 100% of my Royalties to Doctors Without Borders.
A sickly man seeks recovery in a seaside cottage.
A temple slave tends a man due to be sacrificed.
A soldier releases a genie.
In seven fantasy short stories and novellas, men find passion with other men in the most unexpected places, and even the gravest circumstances may open the door to hope and love.
This anthology includes two brand-new short stories. In “The Sacrifice,” Rylo is a temple slave tasked with comforting a man who is scheduled to be killed in the morning. In “Chasing Away Cold,” Daku builds an ice sculpture of the god Jarli in order to ensure the end of winter. The collection also includes three novellas and two additional short stories, gathered for the first time in a single volume. “Treasure” introduces Jules, a young man who travels to the quirky seaside town of Urchin Cove to regain his health—and finds an unexpected treasure washed up on the beach. Xolani, a soldier in “Three Wishes,” picks up a small glass bottle and unleashes a surprise. Another soldier, Volos in “Guarded,” will risk everything to save Prince Berhanu. In the sequel, “Mato’s Tale,” an unassuming innkeeper gets a chance for adventure. And in “The Downs,” Enitan is unjustly banished and comes to discover that the demons he must face aren’t the ones he expected.
Join Kim Fielding on journeys through imagined worlds where magic is commonplace and romance lies just around the next bend. All royalties from the sale of this book will be donated to Doctors Without Borders/Medecins Sans Frontiers.
To celebrate, I have a nice little giveaway. So please preorder, enter the contest, and spread the word!
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November 14, 2015
Weekend wanderings
Spending the weekend with the family in Rattlesnake Angels Camp. I love the Sierra foothills this time of year. Beautiful, and the weather can be glorious. We were going to do a little hike on Sunday at Calaveras Big Trees State Park, but it looks like rain and snow are on the way. We’ll probably have to rethink that plan. Today an outing to Sutter Creek is on the agenda. I’ll post photos.
Next week I’ll have a cover reveal for Sacrifice and Other Stories on Tuesday. Preorders will be available then too. This is a big (almost 140K–over 400 pages) anthology of fantasy stories, two of which are brand new. It’ll be available in Kindle and print editions. All my royalties go to Doctors Without Borders, so you can indulge yourself or buy a gift for a friend, all for a good cause.
Good Bones will release on audio any day now, with narration by the talented Nick J. Russo. Remember that you can also buy the audio of The Festivus Miracle right now–and I’m donating my royalties for that one too. Joel Leslie did a fantastic job. And K.C. Kelly’s narration of Rattlesnake should come out in December. I can’t wait!
I’m about halfway through writing my 14th novel right now. The working title is Love Can’t Conquer. It’s a fairly angsty contemporary set in Portland and starring an urban park ranger and an ex-junkie. The story was inspired by my noisy neighbor, who was blasting “Ode to Billie Joe” in his back yard a few months ago. Thank you, noisy neighbor.
In light of recent events, can I ask you to do me a favor? Do an extra kindness for someone today. A stranger, maybe. I’d love it if every bit of negative energy in the world could be completely overwhelmed by positive energy.
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November 12, 2015
Eat Your Alligator!: On Wings of Song by Anne Barwell
For an explanation of Eat Your Alligator, click here.
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Thanks for hosting me today, Kim.
Although Aiden and Jochen’s story in On Wings of Song begins when they meet during the Christmas Truce in 1914 during WWI, it is not just a story about war. It is also about two men finding themselves, and each other.
One of the reasons I enjoy writing stories set during—or after—a war is that I can explore how it impacts on not only those who fought, but society as a whole. What the men and women went through was horrific. However, that is not the focus of the story, but the beginning. Books have been written set in the midst of battles and telling the story of those in detail, complete with blood and guts. I try to give a glimpse of it, of the moments that impacted my characters, rather than show every battle, including the gory details.
I love exploring history. Society and technology may change, but people don’t. They still live and love, and need encouragement to follow their dreams. I don’t believe that anyone truly wins a war. Both sides suffer physically and emotionally, which is why this story is told from the perspective of Aiden—who is British—and Jochen—a German.
This is a story that, although it begins during a war, is about a shared love of literature and music between two men who have the potential to be friends and more.
Blurb:
Six years after meeting British soldier Aiden Foster during the Christmas Truce of 1914, Jochen Weber still finds himself thinking about Aiden, their shared conversation about literature, and Aiden’s beautiful singing voice. A visit to London gives Jochen the opportunity to search for Aiden, but he’s shocked at what he finds.
The uniform button Jochen gave him is the only thing Aiden has left of the past he’s lost. The war and its aftermath ripped everything away from him, including his family and his music. When Jochen reappears in his life, Aiden enjoys their growing friendship but knows he has nothing to offer. Not anymore.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5869
Excerpt:
“I’ve seen it,” Aiden said quietly. “I wish to God I hadn’t.” He looked directly at Jochen. Jochen met Aiden’s gaze. He’d seen an echo of Conrad’s fire in Aiden when he’d talked about his music earlier that afternoon.
“Don’t die on the wire, Aiden.”
“I’ll try not to.” Aiden’s words were an empty promise. They both knew it, but what else was he going to say?
The red-haired man Aiden had spoken to about arranging the burials walked over to him. He too held a shovel, and he wiped perspiration from his brow despite the cold. “There’s going to be a combined service for the dead,” he told them. “In about ten minutes in no man’s land in front of the French trenches.”
As they made their way over, men were already beginning to gather, soldiers from opposite sides sitting together, conversation dwindling to a respectful silence. A British chaplain stood in front of them, a Bible in his hand, a German beside him. Jochen recognized him, although he didn’t know his name. The young man was only a few years older than Jochen and was studying for the ministry—would he ever get the chance to complete those studies?
Jochen and Aiden found somewhere to sit a few rows back from the front and joined the company of men. The German spoke first. “Vater unser, der du bist im Himmel. Geheiligt werde dein Name.”
The British chaplain repeated the words in English. “Our Father who art in Heaven, Hallowed be thy Name.”
They then spoke a few words each, some from the Bible, the rest from their hearts. Their congregation was silent apart from a few quiet “amens.” Jochen saw a couple of men wipe tears away. He was close to it himself.
Finally the chaplain bowed his head in prayer. When he’d finished, he spoke quietly to the man who had come to stand next to him. It was Captain Williams. He nodded and looked over the crowd, his gaze fixing on Aiden.
Aiden must have guessed what Williams wanted. He inclined his head in response and then stood. Jochen glanced between the two men, confused. What did Williams expect Aiden to do?
“Aiden?” Jochen asked softly.
Aiden smiled at him and began to sing. “O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining….” He lifted his head, his voice strong and clear, each note building on the last to create something truly beautiful, something angelic. Aiden’s eyes shone; his body swayed slightly in time with the music. He was the music.
His audience sat in awe. Jochen could feel the emotion rippling through the men around him, tangible, as though he could reach out and touch it. He felt something inside himself reach out, wanting to be a part of it, to be carried along the wave of pure music, to grab it and never let go.
Bio:
Anne Barwell lives in Wellington, New Zealand. She shares her home with two cats who are convinced that the house is run to suit them; this is an ongoing “discussion,” and to date it appears as though the cats may be winning. In 2008 she completed her conjoint BA in English Literature and Music/Bachelor of Teaching. She has worked as a music teacher, a primary school teacher, and now works in a library. She is a member of the Upper Hutt Science Fiction Club and plays violin for Hutt Valley Orchestra. She is an avid reader across a wide range of genres and a watcher of far too many TV series and movies, although it can be argued that there is no such thing as “too many.” These, of course, are best enjoyed with a decent cup of tea and further the continuing argument that the concept of “spare time” is really just a myth.
Anne’s books have twice received honorable mentions and twice reached the finals in the Rainbow Awards.
Blog: http://anne-barwell.livejournal.com/
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Dreamspinner Press Author Page:
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November 5, 2015
Eat Your Alligator!: Nighttime Promises by M.A. Church
For an explanation of Eat Your Alligator, click here.
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Eat Your Alligator!: Nighttime Promises by M.A. Church
So what in the world possessed me to write a story about tentacles? *laugh* Originally the idea came from an anthology submission. While I’d written sci-fi before, tentacles was a new one for me.
Most of those stories I’d read were dark and edging on toward scary. So I decided to do something different. My alien does indeed have tentacles, but they look more like dreads and are on his head. On the males of the species, they’re part of his reproduction system. So, yes, the tentacles like to come out and play. *wink *
I didn’t make the 25K word count cut off. Not only did I not make it, the story ended up close to 90K! It ended up with not one, but two, humans and several tentacled alien warriors. What can I say? They all had a story to tell.
It didn’t take long to see that while the alien’s tentacles were very much a part of the story, the books themselves didn’t revolve around just that. I actually ended up devoting a lot of time to world building. The series starts on earth and then ends up in outer space—on the alien’s planet lol!
Buy Link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimepromises-1908642-340.html
Book Description:
When you wish upon a star… it comes true in ways you never expected.
Things have gone downhill since Sheriff Bryan Coltrane got involved in the FBI’s investigation of a recent UFO crash. Not only is a homophobic agent pushing his buttons, but he’s made contact with one of the aliens…who wants him for a mate!
Daroshi, a warrior with tentacles from the planet Maz’Rar, monitored the rescue of his captain, Ziang. Impressed by the courageous and brawny human male, he wants Bryan for his own despite knowing little about the race. Neither man is prepared for the problems arising from Daroshi’s desires, or the passion exploding between them.
What’s an alien to do when his mate harps on his civil rights and makes demands? He makes the wishes come true.
Excerpt:
“I had two big-ass aliens after me, of course I tased him. What did you expect after the way you busted through the window? You think I was going to offer you a beer? And fuck, my house is probably gonna burn down since I left the damn stove on!” Bryan yelled. “Son of a bitch, I left the damn stove on.”
The door to Medical opened and Shawn walked inside, with Blayno guarding him. He’d heard most of the conversation from outside.
“Huh, I did tell you he wouldn’t come without a fight.” Smirking, Shawn took in the flushed faces of Daroshi and Bryan. “Think I also warned you to disarm him.”
Daroshi threw his hands up in the air. “Are all humans like this?”
“Only the ones half scared out of their minds.” Shawn turned to Bryan. “How’s it hanging, dude?”
“Shawn?” Bryan whispered, relieved to see another actual human. “Is that really you? They didn’t, like, turn you into a pod person or something, did they? It’s really you?”
Shawn choked back a laugh. “It’s me.”
He walked closer to Bryan, and Ziang growled loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls. “Shawn, do not move any closer to him, he has a—”
“Chill out, E.T. I’m not the one he’s threatening.” Shaking his head, he jumped on the medibed and sat down next to Bryan. “Bryan, they aren’t going to hurt you, I promise. But the knife has to go, dude.”
About the Author:
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children. She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.
For more information on other books by M.A., visit her official website: www.machurch00.blogspot.com
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Tour giveaway:
2 eBook backlist titles from ARe Books catalog to two winners
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November 3, 2015
Why I’m Not Doing NaNo
I’ve been writing stories as long as I can remember–I think as long as I could write at all. And for decades, if you’d asked me my dream job, I’d have said, “Writer,” in the same longing voice someone might yearn to be a rock god or movie star.
But for some reason I was convinced I couldn’t write a novel. I don’t know how or when or why I started telling myself that lie, but I believed it.
Until I fell down the rabbit-hole. Which particular rabbit-hole was that? Fanfiction, my dear. Specifically, Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfic. The slashy kind starring Spike and most of the guys (except Andrew. Please God, not Andrew.). First I read it. A lot of it. And then in November 2008, just when the end of the semester nonsense was beginning to drag me down, I was attacked by a giant plot bunny. I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering the size of the rabbit-hole I’d fallen into.
I wrote my very first fanfic, and it was 118,000 words long.
Okay, I said to myself. So maybe I can write something novel-length. And people even liked it. But I couldn’t possibly write an original novel, right?
I ended up writing a lot more Spike fanfic–as in 126 stories in all. I’m quite proud of some of them, and if you have a yen for the stuff, you can find me on AO3 as whichclothes (warning: I was often not very nice to poor Spike).
A funny thing happened, though. When I was writing that first fanfic in November 2008, I read other people talking about this thing called NaNoWriMo–National Novel Writing Month. I was intrigued. But surely I could never write an original novel at all, let alone in 30 days.
Well, I guess I thought on that for some time. Because in November 2009, I tried my first NaNo. The result? 66,000 words written in less than a month, and my very first novel: Stasis (which will be reissued in a second edition by Dreamspinner Publications in May 2016; I just finished the first round of edits!).
The subsequent Novembers brought Flux and Equipoise, the rest of the trilogy. I had to admit it: I can write a novel. I wrote Good Bones for my 4th NaNo. And I didn’t stop writing after that. I abandoned my poor beleaguered Spike and wrote original fiction in earnest. My 13th novel, Rattlesnake, came out this summer. Thirteen!
I’m not doing NaNo anymore. It doesn’t fit my writing schedule very well–I’m currently about 15K into a novel. And I don’t need it anymore to prove a point to myself or to give me incentive to write.
But God, I really appreciate what NaNo did for me. How it taught me to dump a stupid old lie.
And you know what? This year, both my daughters are NaNoing.
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November 1, 2015
Listen for a good cause
Halloween is past–and that means winter holiday season can officially begin. I’ll be doing a few things to celebrate, but one is already available.
“The Festivus Miracle” is now available on audio. It’s narrated by the very talented Joel Leslie.
It’s short but guaranteed festive!
And you know what else? I’m donating all my royalties from this book (audio and Kindle versions) to Doctors Without Borders. So you can get a fun listen and also do good.
Not only that. If you become a new subscriber to Audible and make this your first purchase, I get a $25 bonus–which I will donate as well. C’mon, You should be listening to audiobooks. There are some really terrific ones out there (my Good Bones and Rattlesnake will be out on audio soon). Audiobooks are my incentive to get out the door for my daily walk.
Please consider buying “Festivus Miracle.” You can get it at Audible, Amazon, and iTunes.
Oh, and those other holiday celebrations? I’ll soon have a special fantasy anthology available for sale. All my proceeds from that will also go to Doctors Without Borders. And in December, Dreamspinner Press will release “Grateful”, a Hanukkah story.
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October 30, 2015
Split
If you follow me on social media, you probably already know I have a thing for Croatia. I’ve been there several times and even lived there twice for short periods. I’ve spent the bulk of my time there in Zagreb, but I’ve been lucky enough to see a good bit of the rest of the country. And one of my favorite cities lies on the Dalmatian coast, about 6 hours from Zagreb by train: Split. (In Croatian, it’s pronounced Spleet.)
About 1700 years ago, the Roman Emperor Diocletian retired and moved back to his native land. He had a huge palace built. He lived there for 8 years before dying. The palace was mostly abandoned for a time, but a few hundred years later, people moved back in. The palace has been occupied ever since.
See those walls? Seventeen hundred years old. And although it’s a great place to be a tourist (and one of the filming sites for Game of Thrones), the palace remains a place where people live.
Here’s my brother helping my daughter hunt for lizards. I couldn’t help but wonder about the men who cut, shaped, and set those stones so long ago.
The emperor–who opposed Christianity–was buried in the palace. But a few hundred years later, they built a cathedral right over his burial spot. Services are still held in the cathedral. In the peristyle outside, clapa groups sing a capella.
And just outside the palace walls, you can sit on the Riva at a café, watching the people and the boats.
Or maybe, if you’re a character in my novella Dei Ex Machina, meeting up with a very old ghost.
You can find the novella in Spirit, the fourth book in the Gothika series. And there are 3 other novellas as well!
Dreamspinner (On sale for only $3 this weekend!!)
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October 29, 2015
Eat Your Alligator!: Pandemus Chronicles by Grace R. Duncan
~~For an explanation of Eat Your Alligator!, click here.~~
Pandemus Chronicles came out of the idea that I wanted to write a holiday story that was different, but still had a positive, happy ending. I’ve always been fascinated by post-apocalyptic worlds. One of my favorite novels of all time is The Stand. But the thing that always interested me about it is the “what if?” What would I do if I’d survived something like that?
When I sat down to write Celebrating You, which was a submission for the Heartwarming anthology through Dreamspinner, I knew the world wouldn’t be the focus. Though it would be there, the focus was most definitely on the guys—on their struggles, their emotions and, hopefully, on their new, budding relationship. When Healing came along a little while later, the same thing happened—the story was about them, their relationship, and their experiences that led them there, not so much the world. The world existed, but it wasn’t the biggest aspect of the story.
So, then, when I published it, I found quite a few folks who echoed what I was trying to get across—that it was a human, contemporary story, just with a few extra trials thrown in. While technically sci-fi/post-pandemic, it was still about the love and relationships, still had all the things in the world we’re all familiar with… just altered a bit.
Pandemus links:
My site: http://www.grace-duncan.com/pandemus
Pandemus Chronicles @ Dreamspinner: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=1279
Celebrating You and links:
With the world’s population down to almost nothing and his husband dead, Daniel is sure he’ll spend Christmas alone with his dog, cats, and goats. Jake has been wandering aimlessly since the world went to hell and he lost his partner. As far as he’s concerned, there’s nothing to celebrate. But he finds himself helping Daniel with his Christmas tree and listening to him describe all the things to be thankful for.
Through tree decoration, dinner, and a chess game, Daniel and Jake discover a connection between them that hints at a possibility both had long declared impossible. When the chess game is over and they’re in each other’s arms, they realize how good it feels… and how right. But after having lost everything, are they willing to believe in the possibility of something beyond basic survival?
Dreamspinner: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=4497
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Celebrating-You...
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-celebratingyou-1364485-145.html
Healing blurb and links:
When Duncan stumbles into a pharmacy in search of something to fix his broken leg, he’s surprised to find someone else there. Like the rest of the post-pandemic world, it appeared empty. Instead, he discovers Mark, a former nurse who walked away from his profession after losing too many patients to the virus. Despite swearing he’d never practice medicine again, Mark patches Duncan up over Duncan’s protests. He even finds an abandoned house in the tiny town, and they settle in until Duncan heals enough to look out for himself. Much to the chagrin of both, they find themselves caring for each other.
Duncan welcomes it, thrilled at finding someone he can trust. However, he’s well aware of the shadows in Mark’s eyes and understands Mark’s reticence as he learns the story. But as he’s starting to do things for himself again, Duncan realizes he doesn’t want Mark to leave. He’s not sure if can get Mark to let go of his fears so they can stay together and love. But Duncan’s damned sure going to try.
Text Links:
http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5534
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-healing-1656462-145.html
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/healing-grace-r-duncan/1120654225?ean=2940150527379
https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/healing-20
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23345253-healing
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
Find Grace here:
Website ◊ Facebook ◊ Twitter ◊ Youtube ◊ Goodreads
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October 23, 2015
Cover reveal! Beautiful boy by Grace Duncan
Link @ Dreamspinner: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=7068
Beautiful boy Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, M/M Publisher: Dreamspinner Press Cover artist: Aaron Anderson 104,000 words Release date: 11/20
If Kyle can get past his fears, he could see what his beloved Master Mal does: a beautiful boy that deserves his collar–and heart.
Blurb:
Malcolm Tate hung up his flogger when his submissive sought out another Dom and landed in the hands of a serial killer. Convinced his lack of dominance sent his sub away, Mal has spent two years blaming himself for what happened. But when his best friend finally convinces him to go back to the local dungeon, Mal’s grateful. Especially when he wins beautiful, submissive, firmly-closeted Kyle Bingham in a charity slave auction.
College grad Kyle hasn’t earned enough to move out of the loft his conservative, homophobic parents bought, much less to buy any of the other things still in their name. When he’s won at auction by the hot, amazing Mal, he’s shocked that anyone would want him. No one else seemed to—not his parents, his former Doms, or any of his disastrous dates.
But Mal does want him and Kyle lets his guard down, only to be outed to his parents. With his world crashing down, he must find a way to trust Mal—and their developing relationship—or risk losing everything.
Author bio:
Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
Find Grace here:
Website ◊ Facebook ◊ Twitter ◊ Youtube ◊ Goodreads
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October 22, 2015
Beautiful Ambiguity
So one of the great things about spending 800 miles in a car with two talented authors is that you get to talk about fun writing stuff. One thing we discussed on the way back from San Diego is how important it is not to spell out every little thing when writing. Leave some questions unanswered, leave some details unexplained.
One of my favorite genres to read is magical realism. In magical realism, weird stuff happens and the author never says why. Forgive me for quoting Wikipedia, but here’s a good explanation:
Authorial reticence is the “deliberate withholding of information and explanations about the disconcerting fictitious world”.[12] The narrator is indifferent, a characteristic enhanced by this absence of explanation of fantastic events; the story proceeds with “logical precision” as if nothing extraordinary took place.[13][14] Magical events are presented as ordinary occurrences; therefore, the reader accepts the marvelous as normal and common.[15] Explaining the supernatural world or presenting it as extraordinary would immediately reduce its legitimacy relative to the natural world. The reader would consequently disregard the supernatural as false testimony.
I think part of what appeals to me about this sort of ambiguity in literature is that it echoes real life. Every day, things happen and we don’t know why. For example, my iPhone can do all sorts of amazing things, and I don’t have a clue how. Yes, I know science could explain it all, but I don’t need or want those explanations–I just want to take photos and tweet and text and check my email and do all the other stuff I do. Airplanes are another good example. Yes, physicists can tell us all about lift and propulsion and stuff, but I don’t have to understand any of it to fly across the world.
As for leaving questions unanswered, life does that too. Lots of important stuff–Why am I here? How long do I have? What makes other people tick? Speculating on those issues keeps us busy.
And ambiguity isn’t only real, it’s beautiful. Consider this from my garden:
How long will these blooms last? When will the other buds open? Have these flowers been visited by hummingbirds yet? Has some of the pollen on those anthers been transferred to a waiting pistil? Is the plant receiving the precise mixture of sunlight, moisture, and nutrients to bring out its best? Will my husband wipe the whole thing out during his next overly-ambitious weeding effort? Dunno. But my lack of knowledge doesn’t make the blossoms any less beautiful.
When you read some of stories, you may find that I haven’t explained everything. How did the magic work in Phoenix? What exactly was the officer in Motel. Pool.? What kind of future might be in the cards for an ex-con and a 4000-year-old Mesopotamian vampire? Fill in the blanks with your imagination. Find a little beauty in the parts left unsaid.
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