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Vera Nazarian (born 1966 in Moscow, Russia) is an Armenian-Russian (by ethnicity) American writer of fantasy, science fiction and other "wonder fiction" including Mythpunk, an artist, and the publisher of Norilana Books. She is a member of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) and the author of ten novels, including Dreams of the Compass Rose, a "collage" novel structured as a series of related and interlinked stories similar in arabesque flavor to The One Thousand and One Nights, Lords of Rainbow, a standalone epic fantasy about a world without color, the Cobweb Bride trilogy, and the Atlantis Grail books.

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No waving of enchanted wands but heightened perception. No magic objects, but a transformed and enhanced reality. No spells or chants, but the raw power of the human will to enact supernatural change upon the universal fabric. This is the kind of "magic" that fills Lords of Rainbow - elemental, organic, humanistic - an extension of reality.

Enact, Kind, Magic, Rainbow, Reality, Waving

Was it you or I who stumbled first? It does not matter. The one of us who finds the strength to get up first, must help the other.

Doe, Guilt, Help, Matter, Stumbled

To every rule there is an exception—and an idiot ready to demonstrate it. Don't be the one!

Demonstrate, Exception, Idiot, Ready, Rule

Creativity is not so much a boundless well, but an all-you-can-eat buffet of elements for your creative endeavor. Eventually you've eaten your fill, and it's time to digest and then make something. But at some point, it will be time to return to the restaurant.

Creative, Creativity, Elements, Eventually, Make, Restaurant

Once upon a time, the Reindeer took a running leap and jumped over the Northern Lights. But he jumped too low, and the long fur of his beautiful flowing tail got singed by the rainbow fires of the aurora. To this day the reindeer has no tail to speak of. But he is too busy pulling the Important Sleigh to notice what is lost. And he certainly doesn’t complain. What's your excuse?

Beautiful, Christmas, Day, Lost, Running, Speak

Once upon a time, began the story of you. Many perilous, wonderful, harrowing, brilliant, delightful, profound things happened. And yet—the most exciting twists and best turns are yet to come. And it absolutely does not matter how old or young you are. Like a bright carpet of wonders, enjoy the unrolling of your story.

Carpet, Exciting, Once Upon A Time, Profound, Things, Twists

The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.

Arizona, Desert, Desiccate, Dust

Clad in metaphor, the world becomes newborn to our senses, like a phoenix. It is the most effective fresh presentation of the elements of our life for our jaded, numbed, even ailing sense of imagination.

Elements, Imagination, Like, Phoenix, Presentation

When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.

Beautiful, Hope, Jewels, Moon, Stop, Visualize

A woman is human. She is not better, wiser, stronger, more intelligent, more creative, or more responsible than a man. Likewise, she is never less. Equality is a given. A woman is human.

Creative, Equality, Intelligent, Man, Men, Stronger

I am happy. I have something to accomplish, create, and achieve. I am happy.

Accomplish, Achieve, Create, Happy

I technically live in the desert - Los Angeles being an artificial oasis - but my interest stems even farther to my own ethnic roots and to my love of antiquity, of the Old World and of the east.

East, Love, Oasis, Roots, Stems

My characters often start out with a loss of some sort, usually a loss of emotion or purpose or hope. What I do in the course of my writing is weave a thematic arc of fulfillment. It is my constant theme as a creator.

Arc, Character, Fulfillment, Loss, Sort, Writing

Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. Their language has been lost. But not the gestures.

Grows, Inspirational, Language, Leaves, Roots, Song

And it is a quiet terrible thing, too, to discover the value of love this way [after loss] - when the object of love is no longer there, when love dies or goes away or changes. When it is too late.

Dies, Loss, Love Is, Quiet, Too Late, Value

Instructions are never included. They vary with the strength of your ability to see, the measure of your selective blindness, the limits of your mercy, and the intensity of your desire.

Desire, Instructions, Limits, Measure, Selective, Soulmate

A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.

Polished, Rock, Rocks, Smoothly, Take Time, Wise

Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to "season" people.

Love, Love Is, People, Same, Use

Responsibility and Trust -- these two are like Yin and Yang, together perfectly complete, and each one requiring the presence of the other. The next time you mistrust someone, consider this -- does that person feel responsible for you in any way? If the answer is yes, then go ahead and trust them. Very likely, they are looking out for your best interest.

Looking, Responsibility, Together, Trust, Two, Way

In some of my works I take away other elements of the world - normalcy, sex drive, sense of time, memory, a loved one. Without some of these basics, characters have no choice but to do something to reclaim their lives.

Character, Choice, Lives, Memories, Sex, World

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