This tag was originally created by Umairah of Sereadipity to celebrate her 100+ followers and I’m going to quote her rules directly because I love her perfect wording:
“Imagine that you are an intrepid literary adventurer – braving the harsh bookish wilderness, traversing jungles of pages and slashing through vines of words. Where in the vast world of books would you go?
- Write about one place mentioned in a book you wish you could visit and why.
- List 3-5 things that you would do there.
- Mention which souvenirs, if any, you would bring back with you.”
My dream bookish destination is
That world created by dragons for dragons …
that “mishmash of magical places” …
What would I do there?
Now that Tasmarin has been reconnected to the infinite ring of worlds it should be fairly straightforward to travel the planes between worlds, with a guide of course. It’s a dangerous journey for the uninitiated traveller, but hopefully I can fall in with a traders’ caravan (or perhaps a wandering gleeman and his dog), learn how to avoid predatory silagos and afancs, and how to remain beneath the notice of the creatures of smokeless flame, and achieve my goal.
Once there I want to see all of the sights! I’d like to visit the little fishing village of Cliff Cove, just to see where Meb began her journey, and, if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get a glimpse of a merrow or two. I’d love to see the burned-out ruins of the tax hall in Tarport too, but I’m not sure I want to eat in either place – I’m not keen on fish, and ‘squab pie’ doesn’t sound particularly appealing either, (note to self: bring a packed lunch).
One of the highlights of my trip will be a visit to the Lord of the Mountains’ house of dreams and shadows, and the fare there sounds much more to my taste, with a menu of warm crusty bread, fresh curd cheese and bilberry preserve. I’ll have to beware of losing more time than I’ve realised, however, and have some good material prepared in advance, as the giant is wont to eat those visitors who do not make him laugh, (no worries there, my penchant for dreadful jokes should see me through*). Of course, things could be different now he and the Lady Skay have a giant little one to raise and the price for a safe exit might only be an evening’s babysitting.
After that I’d love to take a coracle ride to the dvergars’ cavern beneath the stream and watch them working precious metals and jewels into incredible artefacts. I’d also like to catch a glimpse of the old dvergar king, although I think it’s too much to hope that he might exchange a word or two with the likes of me. I certainly wouldn’t want to stay for dinner however, (dvergar table manners being notoriously absent and frogs not to my taste), but would love, instead, to take a walk through the incredible forests of Yenfer.
And then on to the alvar citadel of Alba in the mountains. Made entirely of alabaster (the alva not being particularly practical) and decoratively carved within and without, Alba will be a sight to behold. Obviously, to enter I’ll need to dress the part, so a visit to Leilin and her sister for some dashing duds will be in order first. Maybe something in a lilac and canary combo to offend the elegant tastes of the slightly pompous alvar.
But there’s still so much to see! There are the other islands: those belonging to the centaurs, Thessalia, Laconia and Laithidia; and the islands of Starsey, Malarset and the sacred Arcady. I’d like to meet a centaur and hear him recite some of the history of Tasmarin; I’d like to see if I could impress a merrow with my bad language (they appreciate swearing, often coming into contact with sailors as they do), and perhaps trade some of my more choice swears for a reel played on the pibgorn; I’d like to meet the Lyr in one of their groves, and visit the land beneath the waves. Most of all, I’d like to see a sky filled with dragons. Well, OK, not filled with dragons, that would be bad, but a sky in which the sight of a dragon in flight is a distinct possibility and not just a daydream seen in the clouds. And if that dragon were a compact black dragon? So much the better.
And am I bringing back any souvenirs?
A dvergar-made gold dragon necklace with opal eyes is probably too much to ask. I don’t imagine they go around making them for just anyone, but maybe by the time I get there they’ll be making cheap replicas for the budding tourist trade and I’ll get one that way. If it’s dvergar-made even a knock-off will surpass anything we have in this world.
Failing that I’ll have the fancy dress made for my visit to Alba, and I’ll have seen such things that my memories will be magic-tinged and marvellous … and that’s really why we travel, right? When I’m old and grey and bent double (I have a terror of adult onset scoliosis) I’ll still be able to remember dragons in the sky.
*Question: What did the time-traveller do when he got hungry?
Answer: he went back four seconds.