Say EHL drihtch (rhymes with 'fell ditch').
Elves do not mix with technology. Pretending to be an elf in a universe where species are connected by spaceships and faster-than-light communications, where houses and buildings need maintenance, not poetry, to stay standing and fields want howing, not courtly graces, to bear fruit, is a recipe for trouble. Yet long ago, when they made the choice to craft themselves in this mold, the Eldritch turned their backs on technology, on foreigners, on everything but the fantasy of life they wanted to create for themselves.
And they dwindled, and they died, and now their insular race is burdened with the prospect of extinction if they do not change their ways.
At the vanguard of this war against decadence and death are several individuals who have bucked tradition and braved the scorn of their fellows to embrace the diverse cultures and vibrance of the Alliance on their doorstep. I have long since been following the multiple stories of these Eldritch: Jahir, a xenopsychiatrist with an alien for a partner; Hirianthial, a healer who found a foreign human woman to serve; Lisinthir, who dared battle with dragons. They have woven themselves into the politics of the Alliance and the fate of their world, and I am privileged to be along for the ride.
Projects Involving the Eldritch
Novel: Her InstrumentsNovel: Even the Wingless
Novel: The College Novel
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