At present, when one hears the word “unicorn,” the associations are obvious: a horned white horse, representing purity; a similarly chaste and pristine young woman; a series of single entendres.
You have to constantly ask, what’s being betrayed: the unicorns themselves, or the medieval cultural ideal of them? If the latter, is that a bad thing? Is it betrayal or subversion?
“I’ll take her.” He tossed the pouch of silver at the woman. It landed at her feet, and she hurried to pick it up. Her husband was dead, and she had eight other children to feed.
In recent years, automatons have seen a surge in popularity, from steampunk contraptions to mecha. But this interest is hardly new.
Cabal certainly has a moral set, although it’s unlikely to win him any plaudits. He would argue that his moral scale is simply greater than most people’s and that he does not concern himself with the minutiae.
The notes had referred to a Monsieur Samhet, who lived in a strange house in the hills. They were vague about Samhet’s accomplishments, but he seemed capable of resurrecting with an insolent ease that intrigued Cabal.
Alaya Dawn Johnson is the author of Moonshine, a vampire novel set in the Lower East Side of 1920′s New York City. She has also written Racing the Dark and The Burning City, the first two books of a YA fantasy trilogy called The Spirit Binders. She came to Bordertown through the books of Emma [...]
So why has Jemisin’s ascension to the fantasy fiction stratosphere been so meteoric? It’s simple—she is a master storyteller.
Connor Cochran asked me to do a book for Conlan Press that would be a set of Schmendrick stories set before The Last Unicorn. I’d never gone back there, so I thought it would be interesting.
Stories never end. We end. If we could but live long enough, we would see how all tales go on and on past the telling
