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6/16/2023

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The universe called. She answered. Everything you've seen or read till now took you only to the brink . . .

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Dream Dancer
Kerrion Empire Book 1
by Janet Morris
Genre: Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure 

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The universe called. She answered. Everything you've seen or read till now took you only to the brink . . .

Neither pure fantasy, nor straight science fiction, nor earthbound dynastic saga, Dream Dancer is a stunning amalgam of all three. It is a family saga with the epic appeal of Dune and the action and excitement of Star Wars. It is a saga of love, power and treachery that will appeal to men and women equally; full of action, compulsively readable and quite unlike anything being published in the realms of fantasy today.

The heroine, Shebat, is a remarkable girl from Earth. She is brought to the vast empire of the Kerrion family by a renegade son; named as its future ruler on a whim of his autocratic father; abducted to the slums where the Kerrions' slaves drug themselves with powerful mystical sorcery; and finally rescued to take part in a great rebellion. She falls in love with one brother but marries another and becomes more Kerrion than some born to the name. A magical seductress of men, passionate in her lust for power, Shebat moves among those who control the destinies of millions, for whom treachery and betrayal are as easy as murder. Set in the timeless future on a primitive, savage Earth and on the sophisticated habitats of deep space, Dream Dancer is the first volume of a three-part saga.

"Not since Dune have we witnessed a power struggle of such awesome intensity. Dream, Dancer may well be the I, Claudius of fantasy novels. A literary feast!" -- Eric Van Lustbader, author of The Ninja.

"Dream Dancer is a fascinating and lyrical story, told with great invention" -- Peter Straub, author of Ghost Story.

"The pacing is brisk; fascinating concepts abound." -- Booklist



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​A.D. 2248:

On the day after the killer frost took a ready harvest, a trio of cloaked enchanters came riding into Bolen’s town, New York, on froth-dappled black horses whose brasses shone like the sun.

There were plenty of folk to remark on the sight, lounging around on board sidewalks and split-rail fences with dour faces and bellies bloated from too much beer and too little food, as folk will when tragedy herds them together, and suddenly there is nothing left to do.
The three horses kicked up dust from one end of the single street in sere Bolen’s town to the other. The dust tickled the noses of the townfolk above their kerchiefs; the awkward scats and unfamiliar scarlet eagles blazoned on the black cloaks of the riders tickled their curiosity. And the fact that the dust did not seem to settle on the shiny black boots of the riders kicked up suspicion in one man’s mind that these must be the enchanters who had caused the demon frost to strike down their crops.
The suspicion, once voiced, spread through the ragged crowd like dust on the wind, touching one, touching all, uniting them in a heady rebirth of the purpose.
These were the culprits who had brought the ill fortune, all agreed.
In a mass of nearly thirty, the people of the town advanced down its single street to Bolen’s inn, the ramshackle way station around which the town had grown up and its most imposing building, being possessed of not only a cellar, but an upper floor.
The three horses snorted and skittered as the rumbling crowd approached, but their riders had entered the inn, and their reins held them fast to the porch rail.
Inside the inn one of the enchanters, who was tall and well made yet somehow lissome in skin-hugging ebony coveralls relieved with scarlet, pulled back a curtained window. He said something that lilted through his black beard in a language neither fat Bolen nor the uncombed, pinch-faced girlchild waiting sullenly upon the strange ones’ table understood. The second man, whose presence it was that made the first seem delicate by the force of his impact and the width of his neck, answered and left the enchantress with whom he had been sitting to disappear through the door.
The enchantress furrowed her creamy brow, brushed an auburn wisp from it, and smoothed her coveralls down over her hips. Then she gave an unmistakable order to the lissome, slighter man, who looked displeased and scratched in his beard, but seemed to obey. At least, he approached the bar.
The barefoot serving girl, watching the first man cross the floor to where Bolen fastidiously wiped tankards behind the bar, tugged at her patched shift and straightened her shoulders in emulation of the regal woman with the shining, chestnut coif. She tried to imagine her black tangles magically straightened, shining like brass. She failed; she sighed.
“Is there another way out of here?” asked the bearded one of Bolen in a clipped, oddly accented voice as from without the rumble of the crowd grew louder.
“My pardon, gentle sir, but there is not,” said Bolen carefully, all his chins bobbing in agreement. Everyone knew the dangers of deceiving enchanters. But the crowd wanted this lot. Should Bolen deny them, this would be Bolen’s town no more and Bolen himself would be stoned alongside the strangers when they were caught. He was trying to figure out a way to claim their horses when the rumble turned to thunder and the windows shattered in a rain of stones and the door came bursting inward, all the town behind.
The lithe man at the bar whirled around, seemed to arch back like a mountain cat. But even as he did the woman went down clutching her bleeding head, and he hesitated, stunned disbelief giving him a moronic, slack-jawed mien. Then the ragged girl was pulling at him, babbling too fast in a tongue he had superficially learned, dragging him toward the kitchen whence she had first emerged.
A rock caught him as he ducked beneath the curtain, numbing his arm. Then her strong little fingers grabbed at his beard, pulling it violently, and he realized he had not been deciphering her words, only hearing another compendium of unintelligible sounds.
“Get down. Through here. Crawl. Oh, go on!”
“You first,” he said grimly, pushing her ahead of him.
He pushed too hard, so that she tumbled down, and he recollected the frail, knobby backbone he had felt through the shift, and the gray, maelstrom eyes pleading, even as he picked up a stained kitchen knife and prepared to take a few of them with him.
But as a toil-roughened hand clutched the curtain from beyond, another clutched his ankle, jerking desperately. Off balance, he went to his knees. The waif’s heart-shaped face gleamed out at him from the dim passage. “Please, please, or they will kill me too.”
Thrusting the knife through his belt, he crouched low. Wedging himself into the waist-high passage, he pulled shut the door.
Then there was nothing left but to follow the scuttling sounds ahead of him in darkness. Suddenly, there was a crack of light.
“Your horses,” the girl’s husky voice announced with obvious pride, “are yet waiting. Will you take me with you?”
“I cannot.”
“You cannot leave me to their mercy!” Full lower lip grew fuller as determination turned pout to accusation.
“They are your people,” he fended her off, fidgeting now that escape was so close. A ridiculous vision of this tangled, odorous primitive garbed in Kerrion flight satins made his grin flash in the semidark.
“Then I will make a diversion for you,” she offered dully. “Take which direction you choose and I will take another.”
From such selfless courage, Marada Seleucus Kerrion could not turn away.
He rubbed his elbow, flexing his arm which was no longer complaining quite so bitterly, and wondered whether he might not be still dreaming off last night’s revel and all this the wages of incontinence. “No,” he sighed. “Come on then, small person, and if we reach the horses we will head them both the same way.”
“Aieeee,” crowed the girl in triumph, lunging through the half-door into the dusty street.
Later, he thanked the clouds that on this benighted world never lessened, and the cover it threw over the racing sprite, all knees and elbows, who by the time he reached her had two pairs of reins free and was trying with no success to mount the tall, dancing horse.
He boosted her up and scrambled atop a second quivering snorter, while from Bolen’s inn came howls and crashings and one man’s tortured scream rose above the rest.
“Bolen,” the girl gasped, full lips blue with terror.
“Too bad,” said the man bleakly, for his eyes had seen his broken companion all askew on the steps. “That way,” he said pointing, and slapped his horse’s rump.
There followed a nightmarish interval of leaves slapping him and branches raking him and pine needles seeking to blind him as the horse plunged wildly through the thicket behind Bolen’s inn. By the time he had gained control, Bolen’s town was far behind. The thicket became a copse, the copse gave way to forest. It was not until then he looked around to see if the rat-haired waif yet followed.
She did. She rode badly, though perhaps not as badly as he, and when they had been awhile in the lofty, dank trees he called a halt more for her than for the horses.
So there he was, walking a sweating horse in an alien glen with a more alien child whose disposition was easily as much a problem as his own would be to his superiors when all this came to light.
He scraped foam off the horse’s neck and tightened the girth, watching her. She was painfully thin, except for her belly. Malnutrition? Her shoulders were sharp, boyish, a distinct contrast to wise, woman’s eyes that dominated a child’s face. Was that why he had succumbed, brought her along? No, she was not that pretty, or that pathetic.
She was humming as she rubbed her horse with dead leaves.
“How old are you?” While he spoke he prodded a bracelet on his wrist. It sang briefly. He took his hand away.
“Seventeen.” She spoke sharply in an impossibly low voice. A shift of the wind brought her pungent odor to him like a warning. But it was too late to heed it. He was committed. And she was lying.
“Truly,” he demanded.
“Fifteen.” She turned to regard him, letting the leaves fall from her hand. The horse snorted, nuzzling her. She patted its muzzle absently, looking up at him from under the ebon froth that framed her face. Grass and dust hung in its thicket. The eyes, below, said: “You can’t blame me for trying.”
“Was Bolen your father?”
“No,” very softly. “My parents are dead.”
“Where would you like to go? Do you have relations, perhaps in the city?” He made his play casually, hoping she would be content, would let him off, take the horse and some money . . .
“No relations. I want to go with you.” The pale gray eyes had thick black lashes. They came together, and the man found he had been holding his breath while she looked at him as if he could hold his thoughts withal.
“No, you do not. You do not even know where it is I am going.” How could he explain to her that in the Consortium he served, she would be an object of ridicule, an oddity at which people would wrinkle their noses and turn away. He wondered if the malodor was congenital, as the wind brought it to him again.
“I do not care. I have no place else to go,” she shrugged. “I will serve you as I served Bolen. You will be pleased with me.”
He did not want to think about how she might have been serving Bolen, or might think to serve him. “Time to ride,” he said.
“I can do some small enchantments,” she proclaimed.
“Then enchant yourself up on that horse.”
He mounted and in doing so felt the jab of the kitchen knife. He took it from his belt. It was low-quality iron, crudely smelted. He threw it down. It stuck, wavering point-deep in the sod.
His elbow, still tender, objected, and he tried to credit the evanescent pain with having caused the catch in his throat. But he knew it was something else, something composed of black iron and unceasing clouds and enchantments and little girls in rags who stunk. From this, the mighty Consortium which ruled the stars was sprung?
“What is your name?” he asked, turning the horse deeper into the forest at an easy walk.
“Shebat,” she said hesitantly, giving up a great secret.
“Marada,” he introduced himself, leaving out all the rest which she would not understand, which made no sense here in this forest of forgetfulness on the world of his private dreaming.
Marada had come home, across vast reaches of lucent space, despite the fair warnings and suddenly sensible restrictions that prohibited landfall on the planet Earth.
His older brother and his betrothed, Iltani, would never leave it. He remembered Iltani’s arch challenge: “How bad can it be?” She had found out. But it was not her fault, rather it was his, his alone; his the obsession and his the price to pay.
“You are an enchanter,” Shebat breathed in fearful delight when she saw the little opalescent reconnaissance ship, perched like a stalking mantis in a sorcerer’s seared circle in the verdant meadow. “I was afraid you might not be, after all.”
His horse’s reaction was quite another matter. By the time he had it calmed and stripped and turned loose in the clearing, the moment had passed to deny sorcery. Watching the little girl kiss the horse on his slobbery muzzle, he wondered whether there might not be something for such a one to do in the far-flung empire of the Consortium he served.
“You are sure you would not rather go to the city, apprentice at some trade? I will give you money, secure you a position. You can grow up to be the Enchantress of all the Earth.” He had to kneel down to see her face, for she would not look at him. He took her by the arms, but she only repeated that she had nowhere to go and wanted to be with him.
So he took her onto the ship and showed her how to strap in, and soon there was nothing left in the dim clearing but a patch of seared ground and harness for two horses, and the beginnings of a legend that the townfolk—peering through the bushes but afraid to face the mighty enchanter, whose fire-spouting chariot rose on a deafening roar almost straight into the heavens—would tell to their friends and relations and to their children and their children for generations to come.
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Best selling author Janet Morris began writing in 1976 and has since published more than 30 novels, many co-authored with her husband Chris Morris or others. She has contributed short fiction to the shared universe fantasy series Thieves World, in which she created the Sacred Band of Stepsons, a mythical unit of ancient fighters modeled on the Sacred Band of Thebes. She created, orchestrated, and edited the Bangsian fantasy series Heroes in Hell, writing stories for the series as well as co-writing the related novel, The Little Helliad, with Chris Morris. She wrote the bestselling Silistra Quartet in the 1970s, including High Couch of Silistra, The Golden Sword, Wind from the Abyss, and The Carnelian Throne. This quartet had more than four million copies in Bantam print alone, and was translated into German, French, Italian, Russian and other languages. In the 1980s, Baen Books released a second edition of this landmark series. The third edition is the Author's Cut edition, newly revised by the author for Perseid Press. Most of her fiction work has been in the fantasy and science fiction genres, although she has also written historical and other novels. Morris has written, contributed to, or edited several book-length works of non-fiction, as well as papers and articles on nonlethal weapons, developmental military technology and other defense and national security topics.
Janet says: 'People often ask what book to read first. I recommend "I, the Sun" if you like ancient history; "The Sacred Band," a novel, if you like heroic fantasy; "Lawyers in Hell" if you like historical fantasy set in hell; "Outpassage" if you like hard science fiction; "High Couch of Silistra" if you like far-future dystopian or philosophical novels. I am most enthusiastic about the definitive Perseid Press Author's Cut editions, which I revised and expanded.'


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What is something unique/quirky about you?

I breed Morgan horses. I consult with Morgan breeders to help them choose breeding combinations to achieve a desired result.
I am also a song writer; I play bass guitar with my husband Chris who sings and plays guitar. We have an album on MCA records. Look for Christopher Crosby Morris on Soundcloud or N1M.com


Can you, for those who don't know you already, tell something about yourself and how you became an author?

I wrote my first novel, High Couch of Silistra in 1975; a friend sent it to an agent who chose to represent me; I had already written the second book in the Silistra Quartet and my agent told me not to disclose that until they finalized the contract for the first one. When the publisher learned of the others, Bantam Books bought the succeeding three. When the fourth book was published, the series already had four million copies in print. Suddenly I was a novelist specializing in environmental, gender, historical and political subjects. In the process, Chris became my editor and ultimately a co-writer. Since then, we have co-authored many books.


Who is your hero and why?

Heraclitus of Ephesus, a pre-socratic philosopher, whose Cosmic Fragments foreshadow our knowledge of reality and how to perceive it. Among his precepts is the statement that change alone is unchanging. I’ve worked Heraclitus’ fragments in here and there throughout our books.

Which of your novels can you imagine being made into a movie?

All of them. I write cinematically, our books are vivid adventures I undertake without knowing the destination. I, the Sun, The Sacred Band, and Outpassage are particularly suited to film. The Threshold Series is a feast of opportunities for today’s special effects creators.

What inspired you, to write Dream Dancer?

Like the rest of my generation, I was inspired by the rapid development of computer technology and the thought that it might become sentient one day. I began to imagine how it would be to put our trust in machines to take us far beyond our own human reach. Dream Dancer is that story.

Convince us why you feel Dream Dancer is a must read.

Dream Dancer is an exploration of a far future human culture that has developed artificial intelligence to a point where space-faring ships pilot themselves through regions of space where time is fluid and human navigational skills are ill-suited. However, these smart ships need a biological clock as a check on their purely mechanistic capabilities and therefore need to partner with trusted human pilots to enter and exit these fluid regions called spongespace. Shebat, our protaganist, is a practioner of primitive magic arts and is uniquely gifted, a quality which, when combined with her omniscient spacecraft takes an entire culture where it has never been.

Who designed your book covers?

Most of my covers, including Dream Dancer, are realized by Roy Mauritsen, a gifted graphic artist.

Advice to writers?

As for advice to writers, here is all I know: write the story you want to read. Start at the beginning, go to the end, and stop. Seriously. From start to finish you must inhabit the construct in a manner that makes the reader choose to continue; if I, as the writer, can’t feel what it’s like being there, my readers can’t either. So close your eyes, look at your feet where they are standing on the story’s ground; tell me what you see. Tell me what you hear. Ask at the end of each paragraph ‘what happens next?’. If you lose touch with it, wait until you’re back inside it. Tell the story that comes to you, and from you, to me.

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38 Comments
Marcy Meyer
6/16/2023 06:55:42 am

I like the cover. Looks great. This story sounds really interesting.

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Beyond Comps
6/16/2023 09:40:50 am

Great cover!

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Valerie Seal
6/16/2023 10:20:09 am

Looks good

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Rita Wray
6/16/2023 10:30:55 am

The cover is nice.

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wendy hutton
6/16/2023 12:26:45 pm

very nice cover, this sounds like an interesting read

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Sherry
6/16/2023 04:18:01 pm

I really like the cover and excerpt.

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Wendy Jensen
6/16/2023 06:04:11 pm

The book details sound like a lot of action and excitement.

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Susan Smith
6/16/2023 07:45:55 pm

This sounds like a great Epic SciFi Fantasy Adventure read. I like the cover and excerpt.

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Janet Morris link
6/19/2023 08:04:10 pm

Bingo Susan! This book is all that you said and more, an exploration of far away worlds and spaceships that have become self aware and utterly devoted to their pilots.

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Terri Quick
6/16/2023 09:22:21 pm

Loving the cover

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Piroska
6/17/2023 12:05:18 am

The book sounds very intriguing. Great cover.

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David Basile
6/17/2023 09:28:55 am

Looks like a good fantasy read

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Carol G
6/17/2023 09:55:23 am

I like Dune, so this seems to be one to watch for.

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Janet Morris link
6/19/2023 08:07:06 pm

Hi Carol, it's not Dune but more far reaching, touching the boundaries of human and machine intelligence in the face of diverse challenges to both.

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Ann Fantom
6/17/2023 08:41:13 pm

This sounds like an interesting book and I also like the cover.


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Angela Heerde
6/18/2023 08:50:46 pm

i like book details

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Bea LaRocca
6/19/2023 06:40:11 am

I love the cover, synopsis and excerpt, this is a must read book and series for me. Thank you for sharing your guest post, bio and book details, I have enjoyed reading about you and your work and I am looking forward to reading your stories

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Janet Morris link
6/19/2023 08:10:48 pm

Hi again Bea, believe it or not, we'd like to hear about you and what you think of DREAM DANCER. :)

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bn100
6/19/2023 08:48:38 pm

interesting book

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Debbi Wellenstein
6/20/2023 12:02:28 pm

I enjoyed the excerpt. Thank you for the giveaway.

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beth shepherd
6/20/2023 03:08:03 pm

This looks like a great read

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Debbie P
6/20/2023 11:29:19 pm

This sounds good.

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Karin
6/26/2023 07:12:39 am

nice excerpt

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susan atkins link
6/26/2023 01:03:44 pm

You are a new author for me- after reading the book excerpt I would like to read this book-thanks

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Janet Morris link
6/28/2023 08:42:07 pm

Hi Susan - Love your comment, somehow know this one's for you. ;)

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Calvin
6/27/2023 01:52:21 am

Enjoyed learning about this cool book tour.

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Jamie N.
6/27/2023 03:50:34 pm

This sounds like my kind of book!

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Thomas Gibson
6/28/2023 11:58:13 am

Wishing you the very best. Congrats on your tour.

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Daniel M
6/28/2023 12:06:50 pm

like the cover

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Laura DeLaRosa
6/29/2023 08:57:18 am

The covers are very intriguing.

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Janet Morris link
6/29/2023 08:04:05 pm

Hi Laura - Our covers are created by Roy Mauritsen, a great graphic artist in New York and this time, he really nailed the feeling I wanted. I hope you get to take a look inside as well. :)

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Michelle Domangue
6/29/2023 01:06:19 pm

This is on my too read list now!

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Janet Morris link
6/29/2023 08:05:24 pm

Hi Michelle - What a great name you have. I would love to hear what you think of Dream Dancer. :)

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Michelle Domangue
6/29/2023 08:05:23 pm

I cannot wait to read this

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Kaitlyn Walas
6/29/2023 10:01:22 pm

Sounds really good!

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Alexis Yoakum
6/29/2023 10:15:55 pm

Sounds interesting! I'm ready to dive right in!

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Tandi Cortez
6/30/2023 07:08:57 am

Sounds like a very good read! LOVE the cover and the colors! :)

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Alma Charlene Fisher
6/30/2023 07:49:38 pm

looks like a great read

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