Many years ago, in a more innnocent time, a new breed was coming into existence. Across the land they emerged, blinking into the sunlight. It was 1982, and they had been shut away in their bedrooms, playing 1K Chess on their ZX81, or marvelling at the colour and sound brought by their new-fangled Spectrums and C-64s. The period of evolution was complete; the Computer Nerd was here.
And it was into the world of the early '80s nerd that the Dragons came. They came from Wales. Port Talbot, in fact, from Dragon Data, of the Mettoy dynasty. First, the Dragon 32, and later, the Dragon 64, swooped on the Sinclair empire, teeth bared, breath flaming, spoiling for a rumble.
You know, as I write this, I'm wondering what on Earth any of it has to do with Christian fantasy. Maybe I should look up this DragonKnight book, see what I can figure out.
*reads amazon listing*
Oh, right. That sort of dragon. Crikey, that's embarrassing. I pictured a geek in a parallel universe searching for retro computers. I'm a bit disappointed, tell you the truth.
Well, erm, since I won't be able to add anything on the subject you can't find out elsewhere on the tour, I'll let this post stand. At least I don't run the risk of duplicating information. Ahem.
The following bloggers may in fact have read the book:
Mary E. DeMuth
Rebecca LuElla Miller
Now, where's that unfinished comic fantasy of mine, I've got a great idea... I think I might call it: DragonQuest.
Hi, Steve, As to the use of the title DragonQuest, you are welcome to add another one to the mix. Last year at DragonCon, I sat on a panel with, among others, Todd McCaffrey. Yes, son of Anne McCaffrey and a writer on his own merit. After the panel, he said, with a charming accent, "I'd like to talk to you about that title of yours." Thankfully there was a twinkle in his eye. You see Anne had the title first. But titles aren' copyrighted, so go ahead, Steve, I'd like to read the comic book.
No, don't encourage him!
I don't know what's worse: that the lady herself wandered in to witness my insane ramblings, or that someone anonymous came along with the kind of reply my mother would make...
So that's where old computers go, a parallel universe!
And, um, unless reading *part* of the book (but not the specific one being featured) counts, I should slip off into that parallel universe too.
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