When I was first restored to my gene-mother, or she to me, after her Transition, she bathed me in the lullabies of the Inhabitants, waves of warmth. I understood she was different, as I was. The Shipwright had explained it to me, but I knew it in my own person. I was Spider now, the weaver of webs, and I showed her all the knots I had learned. I knotted models of various crystal structures, playing with tensions as bond-strength, setting vibrations going; I designed musical instruments. One must amuse oneself, Laila-Istvan had said to me many times when I was little.
That was the first lesson I learned as a child: there is no such thing as boredom if you are paying attention.
So some claim I’m bored, but really I am constantly looking for things to pay attention to.
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The narrator is Taryn the Outlander. From character interviews for the Ship’s Heart universe.
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Beautifully atmospheric, as always. I especially enjoyed “she bathed me in the lullabies of the Inhabitants, waves of warmth.”
Your prose is as intoxicating as ever. And I love that last line, speaks volumes about both the character and serves as a general statement on society today.
Beautiful and true
I loved the concept of always looking for things to pay attention to.
So many words of wisdom here, but especially the line about looking for things to pay attention to, Always dazzled by your prose! Great snippet….
This is absolutely magical, esoteric and haunting. I am enjoying learning about your very intricate characters.
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