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It came from L. Chan
It came from L. Chan, @lchanwrites
L. Chan’s story “Sonata I: Sona” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 31 January 2020.
“Sonata” is one of the longest things that I’ve written (and completed). I don’t often work in the fantasy sandbox, I much prefer near future science fiction and contemporary fantasy. For “Sonata”, what preceded the story was the world building — a magic system that fell roughly as another aspect of the…
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Seven Scraps Unwritten - L. Chan
New story! Seven Scraps Unwritten - L. Chan, @lchanwrites, #FreeFiction #SFF
April 2020
Scrap 1: Monograph on the four catechisms
The first catechism of Eulalia is DIVERSITY LEADS TO STRENGTH. Its sigil is a square made of four interlocked components, reminiscent of hands each grasping the wrist of the next, forming a box.
Scrap 1 has an annotation, handwritten: This logos is one of the most complex in the Logocracy of Eulalia. This and the other three logos are said to…
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An additional question for L. Chan
An additional question for L. Chan, @lchanwrites
Q: What’s a genre you’d like to write, but don’t or can’t?
A:I’d love to write a heist story, either cyberpunk or fantasy. I’ve tried once or twice but the craft of getting a good twist in plain sight, without resorting to pulling stuff out of a hat has thus far eluded me. There’s a lot to love in the heist genre – getting a gang together, often with new or old frictions, backstories, cool tricks…
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Further about L. Chan
Further about L. Chan, @lchanwrites
L. Chan hails from Singapore. He spends most of his time wrangling two dogs. His work has appeared in places like Translunar Travellers Lounge, Podcastle, and the Dark. He tweets occasionally @lchanwrites.
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L. Chan’s story “Seven Scraps Unwritten” in Metaphorosis Friday, 17 April 2020. Subscribe now for e-mail updates!
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Sonata III: Canta - L. Chan
New story! Sonata III: Canta - L. Chan, @lchanwrites The conclusion of Sonata!
March 2020
Adagio: Canta
Sona, on a quest for vengeance, has enlisted help of the Six Named to play a piece of heretical Music composed by his mother, the Lady Kristyk. Shailani found Sona harbouring a second secret, a device of his mother’s design, able to capture and replay any Music it hears, but the Music that Sona has brought is eerily familiar to her; containing elements of her own people’s…
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April 2020
Metaphorosis TOC - April 2020 - with stories from @AndGalen, J.J. Drew, @lchanwrites, David A. Hewitt, and art from Philip McCulloch-Downs.
April 2020
Table of Contents
Revitalized — Jason P. Burnham
Clod-Shodden — J.J. Drew
Seven Scraps Unwritten — L. Chan
Donald Q. Haute, Gentleman Inquisitator, and the Peril of the Pythogator — David A. Hewitt
Cover art by Philip McCulloch-Downs.
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Sonata II: Shailani - L. Chan
New story! Sonata II: Shailani - L. Chan, @lchanwrites, Part II of L. Chan's serialized novella, Sonata #Free #SFF
February 2020
Allegro: Shailani
This is part 2 of L. Chan’s novella, Sonata. Part 1 ran in January 2020. What has gone before:
Sona has travelled north, up the lawless swathes of the Periphery of the Empire Sound. He’s enlisted the help of Shailani, a former soldier with the Imperial Army, on her own journey to the north. After an ambush by jealous bandits from a gang Sona used to serve, Shailani…
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Sonata I: Sona - L. Chan
New story! Sonata I: Sona - L. Chan, @lchanwrites Part 1 of a new novella! #FreeFiction #SFF
January 2020
Andante: Sona
Siege drums struck the town just before daybreak – whaleskin stretched over hollowed out tree trunks, varnished and polished until the drum bodies were darker than a moonless night. War Music was the province of the Empire military, and was not often employed by the Periphery patrols. Early morning mist clung to the ground, warping and distorting as the waves of force…
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