Episode Four! A New Hope Trilogy!

Stardate: 20260105

Intro:

First, HUGE FREAKING NEWS. But that’s the next section. Now that you’ve been properly teased, I shall continue with the Introduction.

I have several rules by which I live my life. Some are silly, some are bedrock serious. Not all were written by me, but all feel right. I’m going to begin a series examining and explaining each one. First up, is the rule so bit it appears on the front page of my site.

Dev’s Rule Number One:

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Today, we examine the Good, the Bad, and the Fugly of my primary guide.

News:

OK, wow. Here we go with the biggie.

FLAME & CLAW HAS BEEN OFFICIALLY RELEASED!

The first two books, Peacebreaker and Lightbringer are available as e books (you find them on Amazon, Kobo, or DRM free on Itch.io). Worldender, the climax of the trilogy should be up for pre-order by the end of the week. All three books will be roughly $5 each (the platforms control foreign currency equivalents). I chose the platforms I did because I want to reach the broadest possible audience.

I’m exploring print options for those who would like a physical book. Hell, -I- want a physical book. but the options are, in a word, grim.

It has been a long, wonky road to get to this point. Between writing and editing and formatting and advertising (which I still royally suck at)… it’s a lot.

If you’d like, you can read the first chapter of Peacebreaker for FREE right here.

Read and Enjoy.

In The Library:

I always intended this section to be about OTHER people’s work, but this time I want to talk about Peacebreaker.

Being the first in the trilogy, It has a lot of heavy lifting to do. It’s gotta introduce Sara and the other characters, establish their relationships, and explain the intricacies of the world itself. Being an urban fantasy (or magical realism if you prefer) gives me a bit of an advantage. I don’t have to explain the mundane side of Sara’s life.

Not that it’s terribly mundane to start with. She’s living in her van with her cat and driving round the country as some kind of hybrid homeless person/wandering adventurer. That’s where the phrase “highway ronin” comes from. She wants to think of herself as controlling her own journey as she travels fork stop to stop, but the fact is she’s staggering from bad situation to barely acceptable short term solution to disaster. The book doesn’t romanticize her life as much as it may seem to, but when the call comes and she heads home, she’s secretly ready to settle down.

And what she finds when she comes “home” is nothing like she expected. She’s quickly drawn into a world of magic, and Immortals waging a cold war that has lasted for centuries. Sara very quickly discovers that her very existence has upset that tenuous balance and that cold war explodes in violence, fire, and death.

But she’s not in the world alone. She has her brother, and group of unexpected friends who welcome her into their family forged by flame and claw.

The Good

My number one rule.

Nobody gets to tell you who you are, not your folks, not your friends, not a teacher or a priest or anybody else. Only you get that right.

Obviously, the good of this is you define yourself. That is a simple, yet enormously powerful statement. Other people will try to label you, try to put you in a clean, neat, and tiny mental box.

But those labels? They only apply to you if you agree with them. Fight for your identity, because no one else has that right, or that responsibility.

The Bad

What could possibly be bad about the rule? If everyone gets to define themselves, where’s the harm?

Well, that’s an answer that again, only you can find. Here’s some food for thought though.

It’s human nature to fit everything we learn into our own frame of reference. Depending on the breadth of that frame, you might be more accepting of the differences in others. Or, maybe you live in a world where most if not all folks think the same way, hold the same values, and fit into similar frames. That’s not a bad thing, but it tends to shrink a person’s view of the world.

YOU get to decide who you are, but also remember that everyone around you has the same right. Conflict comes when we try to apply that decision to other people.

Assholes have the right to be assholes. Saints have the right to be saints. It’s their behavior toward others that is good or bad, and should be acted on accordingly, not their personal identity.

The Fugly

I’m not sure how fugly this is. To me the term has always meant ugly in a funny way. But then again, most stand-up comics will tell you folks don’t laugh at funny, they laugh at true.

What if you can’t answer the call to define who and what you are? Well, I think we call that condition ‘life.’ We’re all individuals who are constantly growing and learning, even if we don’t think we are.

I offer myself as an example. I was born into a very Catholic family. I attended a parochial school from the second through the fifth grade and only moving to a new town with a parochial school that was too pricey and that I vocally did not want to attend got me into the real of public education.

My father was very conservative. He felt Reagan was a tad too liberal. He was a Trump voter twice (would have been three, but he passed away a few years ago). He raised me think like he did, to value what he did. He was very much ‘Father Knows Best’.

But as I grew, I realized I didn’t share his values. Individual choice is very important to me. the wellness of the COMMUNITY is more important that making more money and driving a bigger car. Speaking of cars, My father and I are both large people. Over 6’4″ and broad in the shoulders. He drove the biggest family vehicles he could find. He drove a Ford cargo van with a converted luxuriously comfortable interior for over twenty years before shifting to top-line SUVs.

I drive a Ford Fiesta. The smallest car Ford made at the time. I don’t need 4-wheel drive, or a power-adjust chair with 16 dimensions. But he did, because it made him feel better about himself.

To get back to the point, We learn, we grow, and sometimes our answers change.

And that’s not fugly. It’s actually a good thing.

Well, that’s it for next month! Next time we’ll delve into some of the cast of Flame and Claw, and examine my second rule for life. I promise, thus one’s lighter:

Never turn down free food.

-If it comes from a trusted source. I’m looking at you, coworker-baked peanut butter sriracha cookies.-

See you in February!
-Dev

Episode Two: Heroes Also Fart.

Stardate: 20251121

Intro:

They say ‘never meet your heroes’. Generally, because they can never live up to how you build them in your mind. By and large that’s true, though I think the ghost of Fred Rogers wants a word.

In an earlier phase of my life, I was lucky enough to work for a company that loaned out big, mean-looking bodyguard types to a lot of local fan conventions to protect their guests from overly-adoring fans. Being a big mean-looking bodyguard type, I was often dispatched for a weekend to stand behind the officers of the Starship Enterprise (not saying which one), and glower at anyone who skipped lines or made an unwelcome attempt to hug the famous person. I never had to physically restrain any exuberant fans, the glower was enough.

Of course, you know I’m a giant nerd, so I completely got the impulse to glomp.

But I also got to see the famous folks after they powered down whatever mental switch they flipped before facing fandom. Guess what. None of them were jerks. Even the few with reputations for being jerks were just normal folks who were tired. Heck, they were doing a Convention day after having just gotten off Screaming Baby Airlines flight 109 non-stop from the other side of the bloody globe without even time to find a coffee. THEN they’d begin signing a thousand photos and shaking hands with God-knows how many folks.

I just had to stand there and look like an ogre.

I recall one convention, with the a Captain no less. I got him from the local airport (another service my company provided), and took him directly to the hotel hosting the Con. On the drive, he told me he hadn’t slept in over a day because he’d been dreading the flight, but now it was over and he could relax. He rolled his eyes as he said it.

What I remember most about that day, as he climbed form the car, he let the biggest rumble bomb I’ve ever heard. A loud thing that began with a shrill little squeak that descended into a ripping, tearing sound that echoed in the concrete loading dock we’d pulled up to like a string of firecrackers on the 4th of July.

He glanced over to me and said, I kid you not, “Set phasers to burrito-fart, Mr. James.”

I got him to the greenroom, got him a damn coffee, and then began the gauntlet. The signings, the meetings, the speakings, pretending you didn’t just tell all these same stories last weekend at another convention, the shakings of hands, the occasional surreptitious wiping off of hands if somebody’s palm was a tad moist…

Four hours later, I was about to take him to his room for a blessed nap, when we got cut off backstage by a fan in a wheelchair.

I went into glower mode, but Captain Burrito-Fart stepped around me and knelt down to look her in the eye. They talked for a good twenty minutes, and she told him through tears how much his character on the show inspired her. Then he took her hand, and thanked her. He told her how the fans were the fuel that kept him going and that he would remember her and her story for a long time to come.

They parted and I took my Captain to the elevator. On the way up, I broke the major rule and asked him how much of that was real.

“Every word, Mr. James. Every word. I’ve met dozens of people like that young lady, and I remember every single one of them. They are the fuel that keeps me going. Because through them, I can do some good in this broken foul world. And if we can’t spread a bit of happiness, then I ask you what even is the damn point?”

Millions of people think this famous actor is their hero because of the character he played. But Captain Burrito-Fart is my hero because of the man who played him on TV.

News:

Wow! That was a bit longer than I intended. Thankfully, the news is short this week. Flame & Claw book 3 is still at the editor’s as I write this. I love Charlie. They’re the definition of ‘good people’.

Anyway, everything is on track still, January, maybe February, all three book will release at once.

Ok, if you’re not following me on Bluesky then your missing out on the goodies I’ve been posting over there. Like the cover reveal for book 1: Peacebreaker.

In The Library:

Been enjoying the heck out of “Brigands & Breadknives” the third cozy fantasy book from Travis Baldree. I recommend the audiobook to your attention, as I do his first two works in the series.

It once again raises a question I thought I’d put to bed, but it won’t stay asleep. Should I do audio versions of Flame & Claw? I’d love to, but right now I can’t afford to pay someone to read them. I’d do it myself, but folks have compared the sound of my voice to John Goodman, hardly appropriate for a twenty-something lady.

Then again, Mr. Baldree doesn’t sound like a female orc ex-merc, but his voice totally works for his own material. Conundrums…

The Good

We tend to conflate heroic characters with those who created them. It’s human nature, I suppose to see our mythical heroes in the people closest to them. Sometimes, as in Captain Burrito-Fart, it’s all to the good. I suppose that they key is to remember that they’re human, not paragons, not villains, but human beings who are eminently fallible.

And then there are those who are exactly as the appear to be in our hearts. I mentioned Fred Rogers above, I’ve never met anyone who knew him, briefly or in a couple cases otherwise, who thought he was anything but the pure, decent champion of children and goodness he seemed on TV. I’m sure there were times he lost his temper, times he used bad language, or gave vent to frustration in a way that wasn’t constructive.

But he also gave the best advice I’ve ever heard when he said to ‘look for the helpers.’ Because people who help others, even for selfish reasons, are growing the world we all want to inhabit. One where our differences aren’t a source of pain, but of strength.

The Bad

Of course, there are times when the person behind our favorite stories is actually a horrible human being. Take the case of the lady who wrote about a boy wizard with a scar on his forehead. I won’t say her name because as with her fictional big bad, it summons things.

Her blind hatred of folks who were different from her, who meant her no harm, and were no threat to her precious little bubble of life has cost her so much public regard it still staggers me.

The Fugly

Of all the self-inserts in her big multi-volume story, I never expected her Mary Sue to be named Petunia…

That’s all for now folks! See you soon with some hopeful NEWS!
-Dev