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Susan Fletcher

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Susan Fletcher is the acclaimed author of the Dragon Chronicles, composed of Dragon’s Milk, Flight of the Dragon Kyn, Sign of the Dove, and Ancient, Strange, and Lovely as well as the award-winning Alphabet of Dreams, Shadow Spinner, Walk Across the Sea, and Falcon in the Glass. Ms. Fletcher lives in Wilsonville, Oregon. Visit her at SusanFletcher.com.

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Susan Fletcher

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Susan Fletcher is the acclaimed author of the Dragon Chronicles, composed of Dragon’s Milk, Flight of the Dragon Kyn, Sign of the Dove, and Ancient, Strange, and Lovely as well as the award-winning Alphabet of Dreams, Shadow Spinner, Walk Across the Sea, and Falcon in the Glass. Ms. Fletcher lives in Wilsonville, Oregon. Visit her at SusanFletcher.com.

Photograph courtesy of the author

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My Life in 8 Words

Author Revealed

Q. What is your motto or maxim?

A. Fall seven times, stand up eight.

Q. If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you choose to be?

A. I would love to be in Venice, sipping a latte in a sun-warmed piazza.

Q. What do you regret most?

A. I regret waiting so long, out of fear, to get serious as a writer.

Q. What’s your greatest fear?

A. I'm actually a bit superstitious about naming my greatest fear. Fortunately, I have many, many other fears to choose from. So let's just go with scorpions. Eek!

Q. How would you describe perfect happiness?

A. When I think of perfect happiness, I think of times when I am totally in the moment, completely engaged, not wanting to be or even think about a different time or place. Sometimes this happens when I’m writing, when the words are just flowing; I’m not really thinking, just taking it all down, living in that other world. When I was a kid, this would happen when I went wandering through the woods alone, or maybe playing the piano, or maybe dancing. Another ph occasion: holding my daughter in the rocking chair when she was a baby. She felt warm and heavy against me; her hair was silky; she smelled of milk. I could feel her breathing change as she slipped into a contented sleep. I flat-out knew in the deepest place that you can know things, that there was nothing in the world more important than what I was doing at that moment.

Author Voices

August 21, 2013

Many years ago, when I was mulling some backstory issues for Dragon’s Milk, I speculated that if a person were to, say, drink dragon’s milk over a significant period of time, her eyes might turn bright green. And also, she could maybe communicate in a sort of magical way with birds. Kind of like in the old legend of Sigurd, where he tastes the liver of a dragon and can understand the language of birds. In my books, though, the acquired traits would be passed on to the person’s children and children’s children. Anyway, I called these people bird kenners. To ken being an old-fashioned way of saying to... see more

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