![]() ![]() ![]() When I first pictured the islands in my head, I imagined a high-speed collision between the epic settings of feudal Japan and the fictions of Verne, Moore and Gibson, smudged with a handful of soot and burned motor oil. ![]() Shima is an imperium built on the backs of fantastical technologies - sky-ships and motor-rickshaw and thunder-rail, defended by noble Iron Samurai in lumbering suits of smoke-stained power armor.īut the engines that drive the empire are ever-thirsty, and Shima is being slowly consumed by the very technologies that once made it powerful. Stormdancer’s setting is a nation teetering on the edge of ruin. I was looking for a subject for my next book, and the image just stuck in my head. (Freudians would say the boy was me, and the griffin was my first novel). In the midst of this blizzard of boiler-plate rejection letters, I dreamed about a little boy trying to teach a griffin to fly, but the griffin’s wings were broken and it couldn’t get off the ground no matter how much he screamed. I was querying my first novel at the time, and meeting the kind of success fluffy bunnies meet when trying to stop moving cars with their faces. ![]() Not a dream of literary fame and solid gold money pools and groupies (authors get groupies, right?), but an actual bona fide dream-type dream. ![]()
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