“Don’t mind the dragons. Our knights keep them away.” – A woman dressed as a bard referenced the roar of an engine from a passing car. It was then I began to question why I had come here. Was it the returning heat wave, the overjoyed people in medieval attire, or the media’s subliminal message that “Renaissance fairs are too weird and overly nerdy”? Upon entering the Renaissance Fair, music from what looked like a giant recorder greeted guests. Almost everyone else I saw arrived in a Renaissance costume of some kind; thankfully, the medieval attire was optional.
Each semester, San Diego State University’s Hugh C. Hyde Living Writer Series features readings and discussion with incredible authors. As one of the longest running Living Writing Series in the nation, SDSU doesn’t shy away from bringing in some heavy hitters doing cool work in the world. Wednesday, December 2nd saw the force of nature that is Carolyn Finney for their final reading of the semester, the Laurie Okuma Memorial Reading. Continue reading Living Writer Series, Carolyn Finney: Fighting Racism in Environmentalist Spaces
As I walked through the doors of the QLN Conference Center in Oceanside California on a gloomy Sunday at about eleven thirty in the morning, I was reminded of the old maxim, “never judge a book by its cover.” Writing for a literary journal that seeks out and exemplifies diversity in writing, I was doubly reminded. With that said, I was still amazed at how much the So-Cal Comic Con resembled its much larger cousin, the San Diego Comic Con.
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Story time reached its climax as Brandon Sanderson read aloud a portion of his up-and-coming third installment to his Stormlight Archive:
“That one in blue,’ he said ‘Near the overturned cart.”
Dalinar squinted, then nodded. Nearby, Thocke (I’m guessing at the spelling here) climbed off his horse and slid out his sword, resting it on his shoulder—a not so subtle warning. The archer contemplated this, then drew his bow and launched a single black-fledged arrow. It soared true, sticking into the chosen corpse.
“Stormfather.” Dalinar said, lowering his hand, “Thocke, before today i would have bet you half the princedom that such a shot wasn’t possible.” He turned to the archer.
“What’s your name, assassin?” The man raised his chin but didn’t reply.
“Well, either way, welcome to my elites,” Dalinar said, brushing off his hand.
“Someone get this fellow a horse!”
“What?!” the archer said, “I tried to kill you!”
“Yes, from a distance,” Dalinar said, letting one of his men help him onto his horse. “Which shows remarkable judgement. I have use for someone with your skills.”
Dalinar nodded toward the town below, where the beleaguered army was at long last surrendering.
“Not anymore!” Continue reading Mysterious Galaxy Book Signing: StoryTime with Sanderson