The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.
George R.R. Martin, Why We Read Fantasy (via cleverhelp)
Sometimes I feel really bad for people who don’t have characters to keep them company. I have a wonderful family and fantastic friends, but sometimes, healing has to come from inside you.
I never really had a lot of friends until now, and my family and I have rough relationships or they are just too busy. Solitary life has led me to made tools that overcome my insecurities and hardships. I think other people do it too in other ways then making characters, but whatever it is, its something that plugs us into that healing process.
I’m really confused by people’s definition of ‘modern’. When I hear “oh this will be a modern setting.” I think like, highways, smartphones, internet, and TV. Then people are like “oh no more like a ‘Harry Potter’ setting.”
…and that is a majority of Chronos. There are a few countries that would be considered third world, but the more modern areas of Chronos do sort of fill that ‘Harry Potter’ feel. Thalus and Helios mainly, there are phones, radios, indoor plumbing, automobiles, clock/watches, etc. I just really like a setting of more traditional layouts with the necessities of a modern world. I still sort of consider a lot of my ‘magic’ more of a science. Like that scene on Adventure Time when Princess questions a mage about the science behind their magic. I generally do have a lot of realistic values to it- with a twist. I really actually hate the idea of magic being a filler for explanation, despite the jokes I tell about that.
Still, its something I have to reiterate….many times over.
I mean what do you think when you hear ‘modern setting’?
The people of Vauld have established their own deities and religious followings connected to The Great Ash, the largest tree in all of Chronos. The metaphysical is just as important as the physical among Vaulds. The country lives off of conquering and defending itself, they are always in a constant state of war with the promise of a fulfilling afterlife to those that are worthy. The Valkyries are established commanders and direct connections from Chronos to the realm within the Great Ash. Like the Silvan ‘geisha’ they are hand picked for beauty, trained in arts, politics, and war to discuss leads with the kings of Vauld. After a war is fought then then select who ascend and who is returned to the Great Ash. They appear as a symbol of perfection, and not to be confused as a simple object of desire. They have many powers, but only as the remain tethered to the Great Ash.