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1Jul/14Off

July 1, 2014 – Okal Rel Quote

July 1, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote

Alivda rocks the foundations of traditional SanHome in Part 9: Holy War when she forces her way into a Sword Law competition in defence of the Pol Alliance.

8Feb/14Off

Feb 8, 2014 – Okal Rel Quote

Feb 8, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Politics are dishonorable. From Part 2: Righteous Anger.

Okal Rel science fiction books - politics are dishonorable

Writer-daughter Jennifer Lott's 2013 Xmas gift to Lynda Williams was an Okal Rel quote of the day stack for 2014, featuring intriguing snapshots of the ORU adventure from all titles in the series: Saga, Legacies and online.

From saga novel Righteous Anger by Lynda Williams.

"Politics, Horth, is about what people want. So is Sword Law, but with this difference. In politics, people do not always proclaim the stake they fight over. And they may not be straightforward about how they get it, either." Hangst paused a moment, studying his son's face for signs of comprehension. "Do you understand?" he asked.

Horth nodded.

"Gods, child!" Hangst exclaimed in frustration. "Say something to prove it to me, will you!"

"Politics," said Horth, very carefully, "are dishonorable."

Feb 8, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Politics are dishonorable. From Part 2: Righteous Anger.

Feb 8, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Politics are dishonorable.

Commentary

In this father and son moment, Hangst helps to lay the bedrock values Horth later applies against his father when their world gets political.

27Jan/14Off

Jan 27, 2014 – Okal Rel Quote

Jan 27, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Sword Law Negotiations

Okal Rel science fiction books - Sword Law negotiations

Writer-daughter Jennifer Lott's 2013 Xmas gift to Lynda Williams was an Okal Rel quote of the day stack for 2014, featuring intriguing snapshots of the ORU adventure from all titles in the series: Saga, Legacies and online.

From saga novel Righteous Anger by Lynda Williams.

"Do you honor Sword Law?" Arn asked calmly.

The Nersallian frowned. "Of course."

"Then let us leave," said Arn, "or challenge. But do not goad my junior partner into being a fool."

There was a short, heavy silence. Then the Nersallian opposing them gave in with a nod, and moved aside.

"Take care, liege-son," one of the women among them go in, direct at Horth. He returned her smile with a confused expression, distrustful of her qualifications to wish him well. If Mother was correct, she was the sort of soul who faced an even harder fight to regain SanHome in her next life than he did.

Jan 27, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Sword Law Negotiations

Jan 27, 2014 - Okal Rel Quote. Sword Law negotiations from Part 2: Righteous Anger.

Commentary

Vrellish loyalists among the Nersallians try to prevent Horth leaving court in the company of his Nesak relatives. But none of them is game enough to declare a formal challenge. Conflicts do not always come to violence even under Sword Law.

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Jan 21, 2014 – Okal Rel Quote

Jan 21, 2014 - ORU Quotes. From Part 3: Pretenders, by Lynda Williams.

Okal Rel science fiction books - gender equality on the challenge floor among Vrellish fighters is a surprise to Demish woman

Writer-daughter Jennifer Lott's 2013 Xmas gift to Lynda Williams was an Okal Rel quote of the day stack for 2014, featuring intriguing snapshots of the ORU adventure from all titles in the series: Saga, Legacies and online.

From saga novel Pretenders by Lynda Williams.

Ayrium stepped into the open center of the witnessing circle, barefoot, in a Demish gown, and with a borrowed sword.

Horth grinned at her with a nod and stepped back, willing to be championed. He was shaking slightly in reaction to trauma and blood loss, and his sword hand was losing power.

Ayrium nodded back, conscious of the compliment he was paying her, in sharp contrast to the startled looks among the Demish men surrounding them.

Jan 21, 2014 - ORU Quotes. From Part 3: Pretenders, by Lynda Williams.

Jan 21, 2014 - ORU Quotes. From Part 3: Pretenders, by Lynda Williams. Gender equality on the challenge floor among Vrellish fighters.

Commentary

When Horth is challenged on a public square by angry Nesak retainers of his late mother, he takes a wound from the second challenger which might have left him vulnerable to a fatal engagement with the third. Shocked by the lack of honorable support shown Horth by male Demish onlookers of the kind she's found too aloof to take her on in exhibition challenges, Ayrium borrows Amra's sword to even up the situation by standing in for the wounded Horth. Being Vrellish, Horth has no problem accepting the help of a swords woman.

19Oct/12Off

Golden Souls by Lynda Williams – Post 16

Amel intervenes to stop bloodshed.
Golden Souls by Lynda Williams, is a story of Amel's envoy period. Illustrations are by Richard Bartrop.
Dela's defender must decide if he wants to bar the way under Sword Law.
<< Start at Beginning>>

Don't Mess With Vretla.

Ronan came in through the study doors, trailed by a three-man guard.

"I am Seniorlord Ronan, of Dee," he announced, "and master of this house by the grace of our Princess-Liege." He did not even look at Dela. She could not decide if she was relieved, or put out.

Vretla’s response was blunt. "Amel is liege here now, by right of my win on the challenge floor. You are only a nobleborn. Not in my challenge class. I do not have to take you on." She tipped her head toward Dela. "And skirts don't fight.”

Ronan bristled. “I am the man of this house.”

“Huh,” said Vretla, unimpressed. But after a moment of silence she conceded with a shrug. “So you’ve have been running things here? Fair enough. I respect your desire to defend what was yours. So --" She whipped out her sword. "Challenge at will, and let's have done."

Ronan looked astonished by so sudden a plan to resolve the dispute. But to Dela's horror, he nonetheless reached slowly for his sword.

Is he making the same mistake Chandad did? thought Dela. Or throwing away his life in blind despair! Dela felt a pang of old guilt for failing to produce the daughter Ronan could have married to satisfy his hunger to be highborn in a future life if not his current one. But Ronan was normally too level-headed, for a man, to be foolhardy. Is he going to die because he’s too embarrassed to turn her down, now she’s condescended to kill him? Dela couldn’t help wondering. It seemed absurd!

"Wait!" Amel moved between Ronan and Vretla.

Vretla reacted fast, swinging sideways. "Good way to get yourself killed!" She lectured Amel at sword point.

He quailed, but his voice remained controlled. "Can’t we come to terms without drawing blood?" He appealed to both of them.

Vretla took a step back and sheathed her sword, contemptuous of the armed men grouped around Ronan. "You're in charge."

Somehow, Dela knew Amel was no more in charge than she was. But at least he’d tried to do something!

Amel intervenes to stop bloodshed.

Amel intervenes to stop bloodshed.

31Aug/12Off

Golden Souls by Lynda Williams – Post 9

Dem'Vrel Arrive in Cars
Golden Souls by Lynda Williams, is a story of Amel's envoy period. Illustrations are by Richard Bartrop.
Dela is reassured to see the intruders are wearing swords because it implies they will keep faith with the social compact of Okal Rel.
<< Start at Beginning >>

All the intruders look Vrellish!

Dela rose like a puppet on strings and went to look out of the window.

Two motorized vehicles, powered by space-charged batteries, were driving up the gravel road that led from the landing fields to Dee Manor. Their tires crunched over white chips of granite. A stretch farther back, a mounted honor guard occupied the packed-dirt paths on the road's wide margins, which constituted a breach of protocol. Someone being escorted by a horse guard was supposed to keep pace with the horse guard--a symbolic echo of the pack of limitations implicit in the use of swords to settle differences.

The crunching stopped when the cars passed onto the flat, fitted stones of the courtyard. Parked in front of the manor's doors, they disgorged people dressed in purple uniforms, and wearing a ship-and-sun symbol. Dela had seen the emblem only once before. It belonged to the villainous House of Dem'Vrel.

And the intruders all had black hair.

The only good sign was the swords they wore. Dela had heard rumors about places in the empire, beyond Demora, where Okal Rel broke down in wars which destroyed the very habitats fought over, even slaying entire bloodlines so that unbodied souls became stranded forever to extract their bitter vengeance on Okal Rel’s violators. The Gods of Earth were also stranded spirits, rendered mad by their forced exile and cruel by their boredom. They might war with themselves through their favorites, or torment the living to test their resolve, but suffering rewarded the honorable soul with a higher ranking body when he or she was next reborn. There was no redemption under Okal Rel for those who proved themselves as foul as the commoners whose long forgotten quarrels destroyed the world of humanity’s origins, forcing Sevolites of all ranks to take responsibility for inferior spirits too weak to be honorable.

Lady Ril appeared at Dela's elbow. "You should not be watching this, Princess," she said, kindly.

"What is going to happen?"

"I do not know."

A man dressed, respectfully, in the black of mourning stepped out of a car onto the courtyard. He carried himself with his eyes downcast, face in shadow. He did not bear a sword. That was unnerving. But the way he moved reminded Dela of her youth at the Golden court where any room or balcony might surprise you with a graceful figure. Then he raised his head to look around him, brushing back his dark hair with his left hand.

Dela's eyes widened.

Dem'Vrel Arrive in Cars

Dem'Vrel Arrive in Cars