Seem….
Who is, in Sanctuary?
Hanse called Shadowspawn, and Ahdio, and the late, beloved Moonflower and Jubal
are as real to me as the Maze. (I know it’s real because the moment I start to
write about it, very late at night usually, with soft pen and cheap lined paper
and beer, I swear I can see it and hear its sounds. And smell it.)
I abhor any such snotty, uncultured creep as Hanse, as I loved Moonflower, also
my creation. (As you probably know already, since the rules are that we can Not
do in each other’s characters.) Hanse would be rotten company, so full of
swagger and needs. I know. I’ve met his sort, time after time, at science
fiction/fantasy conventions. Sometimes even with the knives! Yet I can’t help
but love my rotten thief, too, poor guy; sort of as an indulgent father. He was
born of me, after all, although Shalpa takes the credit. Now, like Tempus, he’s
left town, with Moonflower’s daughter Mignureal (that’s Min-you-ree-Al, and
Notable must be with them too, surely.)
As a matter of fact Hanse is up northeast a bit, standing by to star in his own
novel, Shadowspawn. Yes, I’ve already signed the contract and this same
publisher may already have the manuscript by the time you read this (eleven
months after my writing it, a few days before Thanksgiving ’84).
Others love-hate Hanse, as he and I love-hate Tempus and the revenant (?) One
Thumb and even the dread-some Ischade and Roxane. (Lots of great role models in
Thieves’ World!) Lalo and Gilla his wife are people, lovable or not. No one