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Authors: Chris Anne Wolfe

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Fires of Aggar

Fires of Aggar

 

 

by Chris Anne Wolfe
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Orchard House Press
Port Orchard ◊ Washington

 

Fires of Aggar
copyright 1994, 2008 by Chris Anne Wolfe
published by Orchard House Press
ISBN 978-1-886383-42-5
First edition 1994
Second edition November 2001
Third edition July 2002
Fourth edition April 2004
Fifth edition September 2007
First Kindle Edition October 2010
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Cover and interior design by Buster Blue of Blue Artisans
Cover artwork by Catherine Valley
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Dedication

 

To Dr. Eileen Smith
because without you there wouldn't have been any more writing nor the opportunity to meet—

 

Jennifer Anna DiMarco
and without you, Jennifer Anna, there wouldn't have been such joy.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Acknowledgments

 

My thanks go to my friends and family for their loving support, especially to Bonnie N. and Bob G..
I also continue to be incredibly grateful to the City of Hope National Cancer Center
where
kindness
seems to be contagious.

 

A Note from the Publisher

 

Unlike readers all over the world, I came to know Blue-Sighted Elana and the Amazon Diana quite late.
Shadows of Aggar
was published and nominated for a Lambda Literary Award in 1991, but I didn’t pick up my copy until 1993 — the year I met Chris Anne while touring with my own science fiction tale. To say the least, I found
Shadows of Aggar,
with its
eitteh
flying-cats, powerful women and magic-and-mayhem adventure unforgettable.

Our friendship grew and in 1994 I was thrilled to help Chris Anne go over the final draft of
Fires of Aggar
. It meant so much to me that she trusted me that much. We spoke late into many nights, going over scene after scene until she was happy with every sentence, until every line of dialogue sounded true to the rhythm and lexicon of Aggar and the
dey Sorormin
. Later that year, Chris Anne worked with Orchard House Press to publish
Annabel & I
and
Bitter Thorns
.

Before her death on July 2nd, 1997, Chris Anne — one of Ohchard House Press’ first authors and a dear friend — had published four novels:
Shadows of Aggar
,
Fires of Aggar
,
Annabel & I
and
Bitter Thorns
(reprinted in 2000 as
Roses & Thorns
). Each novel is unique but all have one thing in common — they gave women the stories they longed for.

Chris Anne’s gift was to reach into the hearts of women readers and find the words they most want for their own. Her books begin with timeless foundations, familiar plots and archetypal characters, but examined in a different light they reflect and reveal the lives, desires, and strengths of women every where.

With
Shadows of Aggar
, Chris Anne recreated the classic warrior/mage adventure, and in
Fires of Aggar
she brought us a tale of culture clash and political intrigue through the eyes of two couples.
Annabel & I
has been likened to
Somewhere in Time
and
Roses & Thorns
retells the
Beauty and the Beast
myth — both books star two heroines. Chris Anne’s novels are what she gave back to the community she loved.

In 2001 we released this beautiful new edition of
Fires of Aggar
and a matching photo cover edition of
Shadows of Aggar
.
Annabel & I
was also reissued with a romantic new cover. Perhaps most exciting, however, was the entirely new book published in our
Delimit Nonpareil
series, Chris Anne’s autobiographical/fantasy,
Death, Sweet Suitor Mine
. This powerful and moving short piece was released in a full-color, limited edition. An anthology of short stories,
Amazons of Aggar
, some written by Chris Anne, others written by loyal readers, is in the works now.

Because of Chris Anne’s clarity of vision, she resisted any changes to her work that might alter her intent — from shortening a scene to removing an ellipse. Luckily, the staff here at Orchard House Press understand the vital importance of an author’s input. It seemed only fitting that when Chris Anne’s previous publisher decided they no longer wanted to reprint the
Aggar
books, Chris Anne asked OHP to release author-approved editions. We were honored by the opportunity.

As many of you already know, Chris Anne was diagnosed with cancer the same year
Shadows of Aggar
was initially published. Though her health did not always allow her to respond, all letters from readers were forwarded, and she assured us that they were read and treasured. Thank you for writing.

Orchard House Press will continue to donate a portion of the proceeds from the sale of Chris Anne’s books to cancer research. We will also insure that her work is never allowed to go out of print. Chris Anne’s gifts will always be there for new readers to discover and old friends to treasure.

 

Sincerely,
Jennifer DiMarco
Orchard House Press
Chief Executive Officer
Fires of Aggar

 

 

by Chris Anne Wolfe

 

 

 

Prologue

 

In the long, declining years of the Third Galactic Empire, the Terran Imperialists struggled to defend their interstellar borders against all encroachers. But the greedy ambitions of their own factions ultimately sabotaged the stability of their trade and civilization. Their stranglehold faltered. Intergalactic war broke out. The end became inevitable.

For many, that self-destructive path had always been recognized — the downfall anticipated. Among those wiser peoples were the Council of Ten and dey Sorormin. Separated by innumerable light years and by varied resources, the two cultures had none-the-less become intricately entwined. Once, during the height of the Terran Empire’s reign, the Council of Ten on Aggar had enlisted the aid of an Amazon from dey Sorormin to prevent an intergalactic border war that would have annihilated Aggar’s very existence. In exchange for that help, dey Sorormin — the Sisterhood — had found themselves gifted with a daughter of Aggar who brought with her the Blue Sight. And as that precious gift of mystical powers spread amongst dey Sorormin’s descendants, the Sight came to enhance the Sisters’ most cherished values of conscience and spirituality.

So when the time of the Terran’s imperial demise came, the Council of Ten again sought the aid of dey Sorormin’s Amazons. The Sisters were angered at the injustice of Aggar’s plight. No culture, no people deserved to be thoughtlessly eradicated by the feuds of their neighboring star systems. But Aggar was a metal-poor planet, without the resources or technology to defend itself. Caught in an endless era of steel swords, stone mortar and glass kilns, their world was powerless against the careless whims of galactic politics.

But dey Sorormin was not.

In a decision of conscience, a fleet of Amazons left their home world and answered Aggar’s need. With them, they brought the technologies and raw materials for their battles… and they brought their families, their livestock, selected seeds and skills as well as their values to Aggar. These Sisters knew that the starry battling would be done only when the invaders succeeded, and the Terran’s Empire was destroyed. By that day, interstellar travel would be dangerously limited if possible at all. The Sisters knew they would not be able to return home.

The Council of Ten had known this too. It is why they did what they could to prepare a welcome. As the quiet guides of Aggar’s own conscience, the Council had urged the kings and merchants and common folk to embrace these honorable guardians — these Daughters of the Stars. And when the end of the Empire came, stranding the Terrans of the Aggar outpost and the Amazons of dey Sorormin, the rulers of both the Northern and Southern continents welcomed the exiles.

The Amazons were the first to accept the kindness, and they began to build their settlement north, in Valley Bay. But the Terrans balked at such patronizing charity. Instead, they clung to their base grounds jealously.

The Amazons respected Aggar’s precarious balance of technology and culture, carefully adapting and interacting with other folk while still preserving their own ways of dey Sorormin in Valley Bay. The Terrans hoarded their technical skills and resources, shunning the Ramains’ Queen’s offered assistance, shunning even counsel in matters of farming and lands.

In Valley Bay, the Sisters created their governing circle, much in the fashion of their home world’s communities. Seven women were chosen. Six of them varied in skills and wisdom — they formed the Ring. The seventh was selected from among the most talented daughters of the Blue Sight — she became their Ring Binder. Always powerful enough to reach into the stars, always possessing the rarer ability of out-of-time Seeing, the Ring Binder literally bound Valley Bay’s settlement to dey Sorormin’s home world. Stretching across the light years to that distant welcome, the Blue Sighted daughters of Valley Bay and the Blue Sighted daughters of Home kept the ties strong, kept the harmony of dey Sorormin alive and well in Valley Bay’s descendants.

The Terran encampment was not so blessed. In struggling to refute their isolation, in feigning to assert some sort of independence, they tenaciously held to their imperial ways. As their resources dwindled, they drew more and more upon their technological superiority. Even as they lost the skills to maintain or repair most of their machinery, they relied upon their weaponry to raid and pillage the neighboring trade routes. Eventually, the overland routes from the Southern Continent closed as the merchants choose to sail ships rather than better arm their caravans.

Time passed, and the daughters of dey Sorormin became more and more a part of Aggar’s soul. Trade and trust grew between the Ring of Valley Bay and the Ramains’ Royal Families, as well as with the other folk of Aggar. The Sisters lent the Council of Ten support in those gentle urgings for tolerances, and they lent strength to the Royal Courts against injustices. They opened their hearts and their homes to the women of Aggar, and the settlement of Valley Bay grew richer in its turn.

The Terran Clans found less and less prosperity, however. As the generations passed, they grew only more isolated and sullen in their grievances. Mistrusts grew between the Khirlan District and the Clan folks. Anger spawned hatreds. Isolation spawned fears. Until inevitably, the rising turmoil ignited a fiery violence — and once again, there was need of the Amazons’ aid…

 

◊ ◊ ◊
Part One

 

 

One Shard Called Honor

 

 

Chapter One

 

A winged shadow rippled up across the sheer rock of the embankment. The shape veered off, falling from those jagged cliff tops, then reappeared. With a sudden drop, the small winged-cat fell through an air pocket, and briefly she relished the coolness of cleaner scents, until the heat rose to catch and lift her again. The golden tips of her sable fur ruffled in the caress of that ill wind. The eitteh banked to the north away from the escarpment, seeking altitude before circling back.

The new horizon did not offer her much greater solace. The great, gaping holes of the Firecaps spewed in the north, orange bleeding in a mire of swirling black. The volcanic land stretched to infinity, and the winds it sent south were tainted with a sulfurous stench. The air was blistering hot and grubby with ash. There was grit that tasted of carbon and sand. It was not a place fit for human nor beast.

The eitteh whirled to search once again that nearly featureless rock of the embankment. The barrenness was uninviting, and her scrutiny of that faint, upper trail would have been wasted other times. But today she was rewarded in finding the Amazon’s small caravan.

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