Damaris Browne is a former solicitor whose ancestors include Spanish aristocrats, Somerset horse-dealers, numerous soldiers of various ranks from private to general, and one wife-murderer.
When not writing about SF alien judges and fantasy characters in historical settings (not yet both in the same novel), she spends her time reading, gardening, ignoring housework, and hanging around at SFFChronicles, where she’s a moderator known as The Judge. She lives with her husband, cat, and a lot of books on the edge of the New Forest National Park in England.
“Drink a little wine, O friend of my heart; it will strengthen thee further and speed thy recovery. From the vineyards of Tiraz, this is – the best of wines for the best of men, and such a wine as Shir Shaheen would have welcomed the night he and the … Continue reading
“Dost see, dear friend, how the sons of thy grandchildren lean forward? Their sisters weep, but they fret with impatience to hear more of my story. And more of Roshan, I doubt not; the exemplar against whom they will measure themselves. So shall they learn further of the human boy … Continue reading
“Glad am I, dearest of friends, that sleep has eased thy pain. But lie still yet awhile, and let me again transport thee to a time long past when Shir Shaheen cursed and hated all humans. Freed was Shaheen, yet trapped was he also. Freed from the desert glass, the … Continue reading
“Rest now, O dear one, friend of friends. Rest and forget all thy cares, for I shall tell thee a tale of wonder – a tale of Shir Shaheen the fierce and terrible, lord of the desert waste, strong lion of the sands, swift falcon of the air. Shaheen, the … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. I have found the men who have ravished the land. I have found Aprakash. She stands in the shadow of a cliff. High above her are the men who have plundered and butchered and raped across the borderlands. It’s been two months since … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. I wandered long and far after leaving the monastery, but you surely knew me still, though I had no name … “I’m no one,” she says, putting the final stitch into the gash in the boy’s arm. This is the third village she’s … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me, the woman who turned away from you a second time … Girl walks steadily across the courtyard towards the chamber. She tells herself she won’t stop, she won’t even pause for the briefest of moments, and not only because the night air against … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. My life in your service came full circle when I once again journeyed with your judge-priestess … Everything is the same, and nothing is. The thought isn’t new, but it strikes Girl with greater force as they ride into the foreign city, as … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. As an acolyte I tended the most beautiful of your shrines and discovered the secret of its reliquary … Girl steps back, the better to see how the shrine looks. She’s privileged to be keeper of the oldest and greatest of the shrines … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. Your aspects of Wisdom and Truth guided me both in the Novitiate House and in my travels with your priestesses … “So while Wisdom and Truth are comprehensively interlinked,” the priestess of Truth continues, “they remain discrete entities.” As, for example, now, thinks … Continue reading