The Laurcian, Q+A Session 1The Laurcian Questions and Answers Session 1 (Ch. 1-2)The Laurcian, Q+A Session 1
Following are some questions asked by people (Okay, one person) who have read The Laurcian and would like clarification on one point or another. To make the explanations available to all who read, I have compiled the questions and their answers here.
Q: Can the Vornians eat raw meat?
A: Honestly, I've never considered the possibility. I suppose it would be possible, though most would prefer prepared dishes. For them, eating raw meat would be akin to eating dandelion roots and leaves: Possible, but usually reserved for emergencies.
The Laurcian, Ch. 2Chapter 2 First MeetingsThe Laurcian, Ch. 2
After a long and uneventful flight, the Luterin’s landing craft touched down in one of the Ferlont’s craft bays. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Kaelor said to the pilot, who heaved a sigh of relief. “Easy enough for you to say,” the pilot replied as he ran the final landing sequences, “You were the passenger on this flight. Still, I’m more than happy to go through that again than take your place here.” Kaelor gave him a reproachful look, “Do you have something against one of our allies?” he asked accusing
The Laurcian, Ch. 1Chapter 1 A Change of CommandThe Laurcian, Ch. 1
“Commander Kaelor?” chimed the WMCU next to the Commander’s bed. The orange-and-white furred Commander’s black-furred hand hit the appropriate control on the device, opening the Line, “Yea?” he said groggily and somewhat hoarsely. “You… asked me to wake you once we passed into Fentic territory?” continued the feminine voice carefully. Kaelor cleared his throat, “Yes, thank you. I’ll be in soon.” He waited to see if there would be a reply, then closed the Line. After a good stretch and a wide ya
Lorn Merkton, Ch. 1Lorn MerktonLorn Merkton, Ch. 1
Ch. 1
Prologue
Lorn bowed. Across the empty Dojo, his instructor bowed. They simultaneously rose from their bow and fell into their favorite ready positions. Nothing new, Lorn had already mastered everything the instructor had to teach, anyway. This was to be their last sparring match. They circled each other for a while until, as usual, Lorn’s instructor launched the first attack, initiating the flurry of blows and parries that characterized all their sparring matches.
Lorn, along with a few other orphans, had been accepted into the Dojo for free as an act of c
Vacation, kinda...
Homesick
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