C.J. Cherryh is probably the first “adult” author I ever read. When I was in grade school, maybe 5th grade, my dad used to take me down to “The Bookstall,” in Lawton, Oklahoma. It was this tiny little used bookstore crammed into a strip mall where you could trade in books for credit and pick up new ones.
When I laid eyes on the cover of “The Book of Morgaine” by C.J. Cherryh (a hardback consolidation of three novels: “Gate of Ivrel,” “Well of Shiuan,” and “Fires of Azeroth), I just knew I had to have it. It depicts a warrior woman galloping on a white horse, shock of snowy hair streaming in the wind. This book affected me in ways I can’t even articulate. It opened up wormholes in my imagination. It’s definitely what turned me on to science fiction, and I still have it, beaten and love-worn, on my desk. I’m thinking it’s time to reread it.
As you can imagine, I was thrilled to come across a flash fiction piece by C.J. Cherryh, and it’s really lovely. I also noodled around a couple of new-to-me markets, and then returned to the convenient bite-sized fare of “Every Day Fiction.”