In many ways, Danika is my Galadriel. The glorious light in the west merged with an Earth Goddess and Creator of moons, magick, and many glorious things Faerie.
And Arkon is my Sauron, my Melkor. A god-like being of darkness and shadow, with a heart of ice and a thirst for power.
But they are also a tale of love and hate, as opposite and complex as the Avett Brothers song that inspired my true story.
You see, the whole mother goddess, the elvish lady who melts the heart of the northern ice god is the real story.
Why does she do it? What do their love, rejection, and redemption ultimately say about this crazy fantasy world? And what does it say about the author?
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I do love some literary fantasy, and I adore myth. But these stories are there to teach us about ourselves and each other.
No person is an island and I believe in humanity. Call me a romantic, but I do.
Balinor’s anointment as High King is a high-watermark for the entire history of Ar’rin. It is the one time that everyone agrees to follow a set of rules and engage in prosperous diplomacy. It is the mark of time when the borders are no longer strict and the dream of an idyllic society becomes possible.
Its Camelot meets The New World, powered by magic and gods.
And then it all goes to shit. Without Danika, Without Arkon.
The Age of Kings ends, badly. And it’s not the fault of gods or powerful beings exactly, it is just choices. Really, really bad ones.
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