
I write Speculative Fiction – Fantasy, SF, Paranormal Romance, Science Fantasy and Urban Fantasy, – under my birth name Kim Falconer. In the spirit of adventure, and then some, I moved to Australia in 1981 and have lived here ever since. In Curse of Shadows, I have woven the robe colors and the ranks of the savants that wear them into the narrative as opposed to spelling it out at the start.I’m Kim, born in the time of Gemini, a fifth-generation decedent of the Wilders of Santa Cruz. It’s the mark of a black-robe well advanced along the Path. He pushes his cowl back and ropes of dark hair fall to his waist, many wrapped in colored cloth, or braided with feathers, shells and small bones. The hem of his black robes swirls over the floor, brushing my new boots. My breath catches when the Bone Thrower pulls out the chair next to me and sits. Is it coincidence? Petén, who wears no robe color at all, being non-savant, making his move less than a month before I turn eighteen and rightfully claim the throne?Īnd then later, from Ash’s POV, we meet a black-robe close up: “Were you not in the throne room at dawn? You know… when my usurping brother stripped me of that title?” My phantom’s confident, but he’s also wrong. Will they even follow me into battle after what happened this morning? “Three yellow-robes and a handful of novice greens?” Samsen sticks his thumb over his shoulder.īehind me, a group of young savants shuffle. They follow their own rules and traditions.īut, thus far, in Curse of Shadows, which will be subject to editing… I have gone a different way.

The black-robed Bone Throwers are a clan unto themselves.

And red for the High Savant who leads us all.Īctually, not all. Orange for the upper echelons of mastery. Yellow for the successful initiates who’ve made the journey and returned from Aku. Green, like me, for those graduating to the next level. Then comes blue for young students who stay on and actually manage to raise their phantoms. Savants Ranked by Robe In Crown of Bones, page 15, we read:Įach banner represents a savant’s robe color: brown like the earth, for the potentials who come in hopes of raising their phantoms.
