Dancer, Dreamer, Seer: Inklet, #83

By Liana Brooks

Running out of time to perfect the Dance that determines his future career and success, Dallon practices for hours on end. His sister Dasha watches and supports him—but longs to choose a Dance for herself outside the scope of those delegated to women.

The fact that she can dance the Warrior Dance, the most complicated of them all, far better than he… Well, he tries not to dwell on that.

Though it may come in handy when an unexpected problem arises…

For everyone who knows what it's like to long for a place in the world other than the one assigned by society, don't miss Dancer, Dreamer, Seer!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Inkprint Press
• Release date: Jun 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201832025

Liana Brooks

Liana Brooks once read the book GOOD OMENS by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett and noted that both their biographies invited readers to send money (or banana daiquiris). That seems to have worked well for them. Liana prefers strawberry daiquiris (virgin!) and will never say no to large amounts of cash in unmarked bills. Her books are sweet and humorous with just enough edge to keep you reading past your bedtime. Liana was born in San Diego and in addition to there has lived in Illinois, Colorado, Florida, Texas, Alabama, Georgia, South Carolina, and Kansas. We'd like to tell you where she is right now, but last we checked she was researching books on both Alaska and Africa. Not only are the bookstore algorithms breaking trying to track this lady, but we can't tell you where to mail that daiquiri. Your best bet is to try Twitter where you can often find @LianaBrooks talking about her four kids, her giant dog, and plans for world domination.

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Dancer, Dreamer, Seer

INKLET #83

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Liana Brooks

www.InkprintPress.com

DANCER, DREAMER, SEER

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I’m never going to get this right, Dallon told his twin Dasha without looking up.

Arch your foot a little more, she advised while she picked at some stitching. Dallon tried, but failed to catch the knife with his foot. Perhaps there’s another dance you’re better at? she asked.

Dallon nodded and began another dance, a series of fluid, violent motion. A series of motion that turned Dallon from a twelve-year-old boy into a frightening predator, a fierce protector, and a man.

After several minutes, he stopped. I do that one best.

Which one is it? Dasha said,  unaffected. 

Dance was magic, each movement, each step a call to the inner-being, the holder of the magic.

Every child learned Dance, and as the last years of youth faded and adulthood beckoned, mothers and fathers pulled their youngsters in to teach them the secrets of Dance.

Dance of Courtship. Dance of the Maiden, Dance of the Lady, Dance of Men, and all the Dances needed to work the magic of each individual calling.

Everyone from the baker to the Lord of the Land had a Dance. Dallon was trying hard to find the one that suited him best so he could Dance for his apprenticeship.

Dance of the Lord, Dallon smiled happily. I thought it would make Father proud.

Dasha nodded. Mother would prefer you to be a warrior, or a scholar perhaps. She does favor the scholars when they ask for dinner.

Mother favors anyone who knocks and begs supper. I’ve never seen her turn anyone away.

She will one day.

Dallon didn’t need to ask what Dasha meant; there wasn’t a need to. The women of their blood had always been gifted with vision, the ability sometimes as small as knowing the right path to choose, and sometimes as frightening as Dasha’s ability to know the future, without truly knowing it.

So, which Dance shall I do? Dallon continued as if his sister-twin had not spoken.

Dallon was seven