“Sometimes stories come out of nowhere, delicate and ethereal, with an edge of myth and a timeless quality that gives you a shiver or
recognition even though you’ve never heard THIS particular story
before. It’s sort of embedded in the species memory, treasured, told,
re-told, always with new understanding and a certain poignant feeling that is somewhere midway between joy and sorrow.
This was one of those stories. It does not connect to any of my longer works – at least, not yet – its context is wholly its own – but it sprang up fully formed and rooted in a solid world which feels and smells and sounds as real to me as my own ever did. Maybe there WILL be a novel. Someday. For now, there is only Via Callia, and the flowering tree in the courtyard.”
Read Leaving Via Callia now.