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The Kyandra Saga
Book I
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Tuesday, October 7, 2014
HEROES AND SUPER HEROES - WHO DO YOU IMAGINE?
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Super Heroes and Heroes
Within the world of books, fantasy, movies and comics – what does your Hero look like?
I bet you already have your favorite Superhero, or Hero captured within your mind.
You have ‘picked’ your character in your head already – haven’t you?
I might even go as far as to make a wager on the fact that you can see your ‘Hero’ right now as if he or she were standing before your very eyes.
Yet, if I told you I picture a tall, muscular, dark-skinned, golden eyed male with a head full of dreadlocks – can you see him, can you name him? What about a golden skin female warrior about six foot and thick bodied instead of lean.
And while there is an ‘expectation’ or stigma around the word ‘Superhero’ – You don’t picture a person of color, even if he happens to be blue or green; not at first, do you?
I still believe a Superhero has to earn the love and respect of the multitude to earn such a title. And, you say “Right!”
Yet, what makes a Superhero? Power…Size…Speed…Ability…Appeal…or does it fall upon the masses to proclaim such a title to an individual deemed ‘Worthy.’
Still, in the world of fantasy – Superheroes won’t survive the first introduction in your chapter.
What? I said – a Superhero doesn’t belong.
Because Fantasy is a highly exclusive genre in the book world community; that is, if one is ‘hardcore.’ There’s no room for Superheroes or Super Villains. Only the Good, the Bad, and the incredibly gifted gain credibility within Fantasy.
Well, aren’t you’re wondering? Why?
Because that is the make-up of the character driven, super evolved ‘construct’ within the Genre.
Can you see – Superman ‘Swooping In’ to save the day in a Lord of the Rings Epic war scene – No! Can you visualize Spiderman ‘Swinging’ by to rescue Jon Snow or fall in love with Daenerys Targaryen? Can you picture an Elf ‘Shoot Arrows’ with the best of Green Arrow?
Can you see an Orc take on The Hulk?
That’s what I’m saying!
Yet, how did this happen – where anything in the written word is possible, and everything is conceivable?
I’ll tell you how, but first, I want to bring up the very same ‘rules’ that keep Superheroes and Heroes in their respective worlds, or ‘realms’ is the very same ‘constructs’ that limit people of color from leading roles as Superheroes and Heroes.
I know.
You are going to mention ‘Storm?’
You have ‘picked’ your character in your head already – haven’t you?
I might even go as far as to make a wager on the fact that you can see your ‘Hero’ right now as if he or she were standing before your very eyes.
Yet, if I told you I picture a tall, muscular, dark-skinned, golden eyed male with a head full of dreadlocks – can you see him, can you name him? What about a golden skin female warrior about six foot and thick bodied instead of lean.
And while there is an ‘expectation’ or stigma around the word ‘Superhero’ – You don’t picture a person of color, even if he happens to be blue or green; not at first, do you?
I still believe a Superhero has to earn the love and respect of the multitude to earn such a title. And, you say “Right!”
Yet, what makes a Superhero? Power…Size…Speed…Ability…Appeal…or does it fall upon the masses to proclaim such a title to an individual deemed ‘Worthy.’
Still, in the world of fantasy – Superheroes won’t survive the first introduction in your chapter.
What? I said – a Superhero doesn’t belong.
Because Fantasy is a highly exclusive genre in the book world community; that is, if one is ‘hardcore.’ There’s no room for Superheroes or Super Villains. Only the Good, the Bad, and the incredibly gifted gain credibility within Fantasy.
Well, aren’t you’re wondering? Why?
Because that is the make-up of the character driven, super evolved ‘construct’ within the Genre.
Can you see – Superman ‘Swooping In’ to save the day in a Lord of the Rings Epic war scene – No! Can you visualize Spiderman ‘Swinging’ by to rescue Jon Snow or fall in love with Daenerys Targaryen? Can you picture an Elf ‘Shoot Arrows’ with the best of Green Arrow?
Can you see an Orc take on The Hulk?
That’s what I’m saying!
Yet, how did this happen – where anything in the written word is possible, and everything is conceivable?
I’ll tell you how, but first, I want to bring up the very same ‘rules’ that keep Superheroes and Heroes in their respective worlds, or ‘realms’ is the very same ‘constructs’ that limit people of color from leading roles as Superheroes and Heroes.
I know.
You are going to mention ‘Storm?’
Awesome choice. She’s one of my favorites. Storm first appeared in a Marvel comic episode in (1975)
Can you think of anyone else?
I’m waiting.
Ok. I’ll help you.
Top listed Superheroes of color:
Can you think of anyone else?
I’m waiting.
Ok. I’ll help you.
Top listed Superheroes of color:
Black Panther (1966), The Falcon (1971-78) Falcon was featured as co- next to Captain America, which is a super amazing tidbit. Master of Kung-Fu (1973,) Blade (1973,) Storm (1975,) War Machine (1979,) and Silver Surfer (1969) and he was an alien – Umm? Can you really think of any more?
Does your brain work overtime, can you name them counting up to ten?
Actually, if you are a 'die-hard' Comic-con fan you will probably throw in Black Goliath (1966,) and Nick Fury (1972,) in the mix... but Nick is not really a superhero, is he? He's just a ‘Badass.’
And, what about just Black Heroes within the Fantasy Genre – what about people of color period?
Well… now... that’s would take one a little longer to come up with a ‘fictional character’ in a fictional fantasy series.
Actually, if you are a 'die-hard' Comic-con fan you will probably throw in Black Goliath (1966,) and Nick Fury (1972,) in the mix... but Nick is not really a superhero, is he? He's just a ‘Badass.’
And, what about just Black Heroes within the Fantasy Genre – what about people of color period?
Well… now... that’s would take one a little longer to come up with a ‘fictional character’ in a fictional fantasy series.
A humdinger kind of question that probably you won’t be able to name a single Standout character with ‘One-finger’ type of question?
Don’t worry, the world is a huge melting pot, and somewhere I’m certain a person of color has a starring role in the great epic fantasies of our time.
Don’t worry, the world is a huge melting pot, and somewhere I’m certain a person of color has a starring role in the great epic fantasies of our time.
If not maybe, someday…an awesome writer will throw Superheroes and Heroes together and make that world awesome.
And, eventually, more writers will become emboldened and decide to bridge the color barrier within Fantasy Genres.
There are so many worlds out there – why haven’t they already?
With all honesty…I grew up reading such fantastic stuff as Lord of the Rings (Tolkien) and the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, (CS Lewis) even falling into the world of elves of Shannara (Terry Brooks.)
With all honesty…I grew up reading such fantastic stuff as Lord of the Rings (Tolkien) and the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, (CS Lewis) even falling into the world of elves of Shannara (Terry Brooks.)
Somehow, I don’t believe that all elves are blond, blue eyed and fair – wait.
Even the Dark Elves ‘appear neutral or blue’. Nor do I think all orcs are big, dark skin, evil doers; ok – they really are.
And, what about the Dwarves? Were they all of Irish, Scandinavian or Scottish decent?
No matter what planet or realm our Superhero comes from – I believe there have to be differences other than ‘blue, green or red skin.
Where are the story-tellers that envision what I imagine; worlds are out there, and people of color live there – they really do.
I for one decided I would not just ‘bring’ it to the forefront of this topic because I really do love the worlds created for our ‘Heroes’ and ‘Superheroes.’ It’s just I envision other worlds…I visualize others that fall into a ‘Heroes’ category.
Go read for yourself – I wrote the Kyandra Saga
(www.fantasy-author.com)
Still, I didn’t write or start with the notion that I would ‘Breakdown Color Barriers’ that exist within ‘Fantasy,’ but because I believe that it is a privilege and desire, which motivates me to write stories like what I read in my youth. I ‘imagined’ that I could ‘Add a splash’ of ‘color’ to it ‘literally.’
I’m so excited – there are so many places to venture and stumble upon…so many new Heroes to meet and some who are just too damn ‘Awesome’ not to breath life into. Others await the hand that will pen incredibly ‘colorful’ characters that will make one wonder ‘What took so long?’
No matter what planet or realm our Superhero comes from – I believe there have to be differences other than ‘blue, green or red skin.
Where are the story-tellers that envision what I imagine; worlds are out there, and people of color live there – they really do.
I for one decided I would not just ‘bring’ it to the forefront of this topic because I really do love the worlds created for our ‘Heroes’ and ‘Superheroes.’ It’s just I envision other worlds…I visualize others that fall into a ‘Heroes’ category.
Go read for yourself – I wrote the Kyandra Saga
(www.fantasy-author.com)
Still, I didn’t write or start with the notion that I would ‘Breakdown Color Barriers’ that exist within ‘Fantasy,’ but because I believe that it is a privilege and desire, which motivates me to write stories like what I read in my youth. I ‘imagined’ that I could ‘Add a splash’ of ‘color’ to it ‘literally.’
I’m so excited – there are so many places to venture and stumble upon…so many new Heroes to meet and some who are just too damn ‘Awesome’ not to breath life into. Others await the hand that will pen incredibly ‘colorful’ characters that will make one wonder ‘What took so long?’
‘Heroes that are exotic and spark new birth into a very tightly knit world of the ‘Epic.’
Did you ever believe he or she could be a Hero? Yet, I imagined it…
Kyandra the Saga is that result. And there are different series in the works that shall bring new Heroes and adventures.
Anyone else believe they need someone new to start kicking some butt for the sake of ‘Saving the World?’
Only a ‘Villain’ would ask, “Who needs another ‘Hero?”
I would ‘imagine’ my answer would probably go like this. “We do – Hell Yeah!”
Kyandra the Saga is that result. And there are different series in the works that shall bring new Heroes and adventures.
Anyone else believe they need someone new to start kicking some butt for the sake of ‘Saving the World?’
Only a ‘Villain’ would ask, “Who needs another ‘Hero?”
I would ‘imagine’ my answer would probably go like this. “We do – Hell Yeah!”
And, I’m working on introducing them to the world.
“Our future is ‘Bright, Colorful and vibrant in ‘Character.’ It’s only natural our writing should reflect the same even if its only ‘In our imagination.’
“Our future is ‘Bright, Colorful and vibrant in ‘Character.’ It’s only natural our writing should reflect the same even if its only ‘In our imagination.’
A writer’s fate is not set in stone…not when that future becomes shaped by Heroes created and imagined.
Envision the greatness that lies within every soul, but only a Hero can sow from its possibilities.
At least, “This is why I Write.”
Desire4Fire ©2016
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Sunday, February 2, 2014
"Always...Remember the wait is part of the journey...The dream is the undiscovered country...and the end is dictated by the Creator..." D4FDesire4Fire. Will you take a moment and share..pray or donate to help me publish my novel.http://www.gofundme.com/6i5cdc![]()
Monday, January 21, 2013
Today..I speak
I've encountered a part of me that does not choose to remain silent..when there is a voice that dwells deep within.and it chooses to speak..I cannot quell its coming..by aiding the silence of my past...I've always held this ability within to find the light even when the days are black and darkness surrounds me..I am free ...and no longer will the voice inside me hide.. I now seek..deliverence and reach out to ears that need to hear.. D4F 2013
The American Dream
Gloria Sanders: the President of the United States makes absolute sense in a perfect world..but the history of America is filled with imperfection! It is still but a dream...watch and listen..he is calling for unity he is asking to judge not least ye be judged..he is saying have an open mind..and believe in a better tomorrow even if you can't believe in the color of his skin..or his religion...the president puts aside his personal life and becomes something..more..he is our Leader...he is our President..stop humming and hawing...and Take a look at self..ask yourself ' is there hate in my heart..do I look down on people..am I a biggot or a racist..do I hate beyond anything that is not what I represent..??' If you answered yes 'pray..whether you are Catholic..Mormon.Jewish..baptist..Muslim...Buddhist..America..needs..help..we need our people to care about each other..Now.Close Your Eyes..'...Imagine..our country embracing..different people of color..religion..sexes....' Now Open Your Eyes'...has your hate..taken over your life..if the answer is no...Thank You.. I believe..can't you believe too. DESIRE4FIRE.2013. Original Facebook Status: http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#!/profile.php?id=516286267&v=wall&story_fbid=10151199496506268 Sent via TweetDeck (www.tweetdeck.com)
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Change
Its Fall, and I'm not falling under misconceptions or falling down, or falling out of 'Grace' or falling into a place that rejects change.. Everything changes..
there's changing weather, changing emotions, changing degrees of me.. changing in my attitude, percecptions of who I know me to be.... I find there is still sunshine and rain. I know there's actual expectations of my joy, while I hope there's less and less pain.. I can't take this busy *ness* that keeps placing me in *fits* I visualize peace.. inside, because - all of this.. constant motion..these emotions.. I need release. And I find.. it is only October and I have so much I want to do.. I think of doing much about nothing..because, I can only do so much, its frustrating..but then I realize..I'm right where I am suppose to be.. doing things that bring joy to me.. so excuse me if I don't complain much, if I change instead of picking up a stick and making it a crutch.. World, I have not forgotten to check in..nor have I forgotten to stop and the smell roses .. its only I am in *REWRITE* mode.. and it completely taken a hold of me.. See.. I am changing.. and there is no way I can even keep up with me.. *Change is Good*
there's changing weather, changing emotions, changing degrees of me.. changing in my attitude, percecptions of who I know me to be.... I find there is still sunshine and rain. I know there's actual expectations of my joy, while I hope there's less and less pain.. I can't take this busy *ness* that keeps placing me in *fits* I visualize peace.. inside, because - all of this.. constant motion..these emotions.. I need release. And I find.. it is only October and I have so much I want to do.. I think of doing much about nothing..because, I can only do so much, its frustrating..but then I realize..I'm right where I am suppose to be.. doing things that bring joy to me.. so excuse me if I don't complain much, if I change instead of picking up a stick and making it a crutch.. World, I have not forgotten to check in..nor have I forgotten to stop and the smell roses .. its only I am in *REWRITE* mode.. and it completely taken a hold of me.. See.. I am changing.. and there is no way I can even keep up with me.. *Change is Good*
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Blessed Still
See... I still remember my son, the day he was born with his eyes wide open... they were a little glassy ~ to be expected, but I was too excited to care that I had begged only momen earlier to be given anything *something* for the pain. Yeah... it took thirteen hours for him to crown, and then I was told the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. He was in trouble. Somehow, I knew everything would work out just fine; I had this dream, that he was already perfect. 'It's a Boy!' Well I knew that too. I had dreamed of him even before he was born. Even before the doctor's who told me I would never get pregnant, etc...ect... (Crazy doctors) I already had my dream ~ I knew.
My son was born perfect into this crazy world. A pre- Fourth of July Child... July 3. I didn't require fireworks to know he was going to be a special, absolutely adorable child. I couldn't wait to be a 'Mom' - I swore I'd not spoil him, ridiculously anyway. But, I failed most times, because I loved this child. I changed his clothes, nine times a day; I talked to him, sang to him, looked into his eyes and smiled. At night, when he woke, he never really cried... just sort of whimpered and his eyes were wide open already, waiting on me to wake so that I could stare back at him in wonder. Yep... I was the lucky mom. I was in the possession of a brand new baby that did not yell when he was hungry or cry just because I was told this would be my initiation into motherhood. *Celebration* I experienced no nightmare of bringing up baby~ I told you he was special.
Unfortunately, I still had to go through his growing pains. His broken bones and injuries that incurred it seemed almost weekly. I was didn't panic of course, I proceeded to the nearest medicine cabinet for the occasional Band-Aid or antiseptic wipes. I managed to get him to the hospital and stay by his bedside during his asthma attacks, while waiting in the emergency room, while he was tended to for a broken arm, laceration to his head - he had to have three stitches. Finally, I have no idea how this child managed to find barbed wire, but that too was a miracle day. He was clothes lined by barbwire; his childhood friend pulled him back before it did too much damage wrapped around his neck. My child the walking accident. But thank God he pulled through it.
As he grew, he grew out of it. Relief washed over me as I realized I didn't want to know some of the times he didn't tell me about, until later. Like the time he fell down Albany Hill in Berkeley, or was bike riding with his dad and crashed head first on a fall that knocked him out cold. *He had his helmet on* SO you see~ I was glad, his Guardian Angel took over for me, this child seemed to require full time attention.
But five days ago, two weeks before his 18th birthday, my son decided he would remind me, that it’s not quite over. Falling from a skateboard, he managed to break five of the nine bones in his hand. One bone was completely ruptured in two, dislocation, torn ligaments and bones resting on top of other bones... and he didn't feel any pain. SO... he thought he might have spained it. So... I didn't take him to the emergency room until two days more... when the swelling didn't go down and 'In my mind' ok this just didn't look like a sprain to me... *Ok here's the kicker, even when I took him to Quick Care, they just said.. It's a broken bone... *referral time* - But it wasn't until his doctor did more x-rays that it was determined he should have had emergency surgery immediately. ---- Sigh*... So Friday... my son had his surgery. "It should take about one hour" the doctor informed me. One hour...two hours... three hours into it... I knew I had to pray a little harder. Yeah... Sons take you through the fire... but I would have gladly gone in any case. This kid is totally amazing. No pain and have so much injury to his wrist. Today he is recovering, in a lot of pain. *totally being spoiled of course*... I am waiting on his eighteenth birthday. He has to spend it in a cast. I guess it’s a reminder that I will always... be Mom; I will always feel his pain and his joy. I'm Blessed Still.
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Desire4Fire. 2011
My son was born perfect into this crazy world. A pre- Fourth of July Child... July 3. I didn't require fireworks to know he was going to be a special, absolutely adorable child. I couldn't wait to be a 'Mom' - I swore I'd not spoil him, ridiculously anyway. But, I failed most times, because I loved this child. I changed his clothes, nine times a day; I talked to him, sang to him, looked into his eyes and smiled. At night, when he woke, he never really cried... just sort of whimpered and his eyes were wide open already, waiting on me to wake so that I could stare back at him in wonder. Yep... I was the lucky mom. I was in the possession of a brand new baby that did not yell when he was hungry or cry just because I was told this would be my initiation into motherhood. *Celebration* I experienced no nightmare of bringing up baby~ I told you he was special.
Unfortunately, I still had to go through his growing pains. His broken bones and injuries that incurred it seemed almost weekly. I was didn't panic of course, I proceeded to the nearest medicine cabinet for the occasional Band-Aid or antiseptic wipes. I managed to get him to the hospital and stay by his bedside during his asthma attacks, while waiting in the emergency room, while he was tended to for a broken arm, laceration to his head - he had to have three stitches. Finally, I have no idea how this child managed to find barbed wire, but that too was a miracle day. He was clothes lined by barbwire; his childhood friend pulled him back before it did too much damage wrapped around his neck. My child the walking accident. But thank God he pulled through it.
As he grew, he grew out of it. Relief washed over me as I realized I didn't want to know some of the times he didn't tell me about, until later. Like the time he fell down Albany Hill in Berkeley, or was bike riding with his dad and crashed head first on a fall that knocked him out cold. *He had his helmet on* SO you see~ I was glad, his Guardian Angel took over for me, this child seemed to require full time attention.
But five days ago, two weeks before his 18th birthday, my son decided he would remind me, that it’s not quite over. Falling from a skateboard, he managed to break five of the nine bones in his hand. One bone was completely ruptured in two, dislocation, torn ligaments and bones resting on top of other bones... and he didn't feel any pain. SO... he thought he might have spained it. So... I didn't take him to the emergency room until two days more... when the swelling didn't go down and 'In my mind' ok this just didn't look like a sprain to me... *Ok here's the kicker, even when I took him to Quick Care, they just said.. It's a broken bone... *referral time* - But it wasn't until his doctor did more x-rays that it was determined he should have had emergency surgery immediately. ---- Sigh*... So Friday... my son had his surgery. "It should take about one hour" the doctor informed me. One hour...two hours... three hours into it... I knew I had to pray a little harder. Yeah... Sons take you through the fire... but I would have gladly gone in any case. This kid is totally amazing. No pain and have so much injury to his wrist. Today he is recovering, in a lot of pain. *totally being spoiled of course*... I am waiting on his eighteenth birthday. He has to spend it in a cast. I guess it’s a reminder that I will always... be Mom; I will always feel his pain and his joy. I'm Blessed Still.
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