Susan Fletcher

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Susan Fletcher is the acclaimed author of Journey of the Pale Bear; as well as the Dragon Chronicles, composed of Dragon’s MilkFlight of the Dragon KynSign of the Dove, and Ancient, Strange, and Lovely; and the award-winning Alphabet of DreamsShadow SpinnerWalk Across the Sea, and Falcon in the Glass. Ms. Fletcher lives in Wilsonville, Oregon. Visit her at Susan Fletcher.com.

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Journey of the Pale Bear
Falcon in the Glass
Ancient, Strange, and Lovely
Sign of the Dove
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Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. Fall seven times, stand up eight.

Q. What’s your greatest flaw?

A. Courage, lack thereof.

Q. What’s your greatest fear?

A. I'm actually a bit superstitious about naming my greatest fear. Fortunately, I have many, many other fears to choose from. So let's just go with scorpions. Eek!

Q. If you could acquire any talent, what would it be?

A. I would love to be able to dance a flawless, steamy tango!

Q. How would you describe perfect happiness?

A. When I think of perfect happiness, I think of times when I am totally in the moment, completely engaged, not wanting to be or even think about a different time or place. Sometimes this happens when I’m writing, when the words are just flowing; I’m not really thinking, just taking it all down, living in that other world. When I was a kid, this would happen when I went wandering through the woods alone, or maybe playing the piano, or maybe dancing. Another ph occasion: holding my daughter in the rocking chair when she was a baby. She felt warm and heavy against me; her hair was silky; she smelled of milk. I could feel her breathing change as she slipped into a contented sleep. I flat-out knew in the deepest place that you can know things, that there was nothing in the world more important than what I was doing at that moment.

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August 21, 2013

Many years ago, when I was mulling some backstory issues for Dragon’s Milk, I speculated that if a person were to, say, drink dragon’s milk over a significant period of time, her eyes might turn bright green. And also, she could maybe communicate in a sort of magical way with birds. Kind of like in the old legend of Sigurd, where he tastes the liver of a dragon and can understand the language of birds. In my books, though, the acquired traits would be passed on to the person’s children and children’s children. Anyway, I called these people bird kenners. To ken being an old-fashioned way of saying to... see more

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