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.
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
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. My first year in the Novitiate House was a time of great learning, but also a time of sorrow and death … Girl is kneeling, about to pour yet more tea for the foreign trader, when he slips from his cushion and slumps … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me, the child you named Kalpana, though in my heart I always remained Girl. In the Postulant House I learned of your first aspects, but I didn’t truly understand until the township and the pilgrim hospitium … Girl stands by the prayer flags, … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me, the unhappy girl in the Postulant House. It was there I ran away from you for the first time. It all began with my name … “What’s your name?” the tall girl asks, and the floodgates open. “How old are you?” “Where are … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. Your priestess brought me to the monastery. There I saw your statue for the first time. There I turned away from you for the first time. But before you, there was another … “Here, little one. Sit here.” Sukhbir, the older of the … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me, your little mouse. You sent your priestess to free me from my cage … “I shall come for you.” Girl whispers the words to herself as she rides a water buffalo home from the steep terraces of the rice fields. Many, many days … Continue reading
Hear my prayer, Lady, and remember me. I was six years old, no one, nothing, but you found me. Girl was my name … “Girl! GIRL!” Girl doesn’t respond, only crawls further into the gap beneath the house, deeper into the shadows. She’s done nothing wrong, but Naala screaming for … Continue reading
“Old story, new story…” Softly, mournfully, Akiowa sang the Storyteller’s call to herself, but the rest died on her lips as she reached the brow of the ridge and gazed down over the land. A sparkling river ran alongside a birch forest, overlooked by a white rock shaped like a … Continue reading