Silver

By Linda Jordan

New to this world, Silver doesn’t yet understand the ways of Faerie. She grasps the world of dragons, but trouble fills the air.

The black dragons actions cause unrest in the weyr.

Silver’s world changes forever.

Lovers of imaginative and earthy fantasy should grab this story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Apr 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463380109

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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Silver

Silver

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright © 2019 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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Silver

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Silver

Silver snuck through the quiet darkened tunnels of the weyr. Nearly all the other dragons were sleeping as she padded silently past, her tail raised so as to not create a dragging noise.

She sensed the elders were still awake, at their council fire. Talking late into the night about important matters. Silver loved to listen to them and often crept in, sitting and trying to understand the conversation.

She didn’t like being with the other hatchlings. They always hurt her. With their words or bodies. They called her weak and stupid. She was always among the slowest flyers. And on the ground, she got distracted by small things like insects and flowers, while they wanted to play rough games. Silver sensed the dislike many of the other hatchlings bore her.

She preferred the company of the elders to anyone else in the weyr. To sit and listen to them and think deeply upon their conversations, even if she didn’t always understand them.

The young were not invited to be in the elders’ chamber, but she was often overlooked being so small and sitting so quietly. She’d only been hatched in the early summer. Late for a dragon.

And now the weather had turned. Not many days ago, she’d flown with all the other dragons to the Fall Equinox Celebration at the center of Faerie.

Silver had sat on a tall stone and watched the scaled fire Fae light the great bonfires. And the sylphs dance in