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Another update for the curious. I now have 42 midquel The-Sign-of-the-Dragon poems. Still no wars, no battles, and no deaths greater than that of a fish. But there are bleak notes mixed in with the light.

Returning characters include Xau, his guards, his family, Tian, Donal.
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Update for the curious. It's a month since I began this, and I now have 28 midquel The-Sign-of-the-Dragon poems. No wars, no battles, no new deaths. At least so far. Some callbacks to past war/death, but much of it toward the lighter end of what it's in the main book...
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Update for those wondering. One week later, and I now have 15 The-Sign-of-the-Dragon poems. The first 8 are a mini sequence; the others are shorter sequences or stand-alone poems. I may get one more written by the end of Tuesday, then likely pause while my daughter's home.
January 17, 2026 at 4:23 AM
#TSOTD_note

- which brings us to the end of my notes on the poems in the book

- I'm sorry I failed to keep this in one long thread, but you can find the note for any poem by searching for #TSOTD_note and the poem's title

- I'm happy to try answering any questions people have about the book

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December 27, 2025 at 3:05 PM
#TSOTD_note Half-Caste

- the final poem in the book

- an autobiographical poem included in the About the Author section

- my father had a Chinese accent, my mother an Irish one, but I sounded like a rather posh British girl. I now sound like a slightly less posh, slightly less British woman.

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December 27, 2025 at 3:03 PM
#TSOTD_note At the Sign of the Dragon

- as the note in the book says, the story's title is in honor of a bookstore I visited often as a child and its owners, Marion + Richard Van Der Voort

- talking rabbits: especially Watership Down

- blind space poet: from Heinlein's The Green Hills of Earth

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December 26, 2025 at 1:45 PM
#TSOTD_note Two Weeks

- last poem in the main story

- "only memories, worn with use" may have arisen from Larry McMurty's Lonesome Dove in which a character is worried about wearing out her happiest memory

- Keng and the kingdom reached a happy ending but not without loss

- thank you for reading
December 25, 2025 at 1:09 PM
#TSOTD_note Bath Time

It being holiday season, here's a small gift to readers curious about the midquel poems I've been writing for "The Sign of the Dragon."

First some caveats:

- these poems are meant for readers already familiar with Xau, Shazia, et al

- this is a minor poem, not a major opus
December 24, 2025 at 4:35 PM
#TSOTD_note The Cat's Epilogue

- the last of the cat poems

- I am glad Keng eventually works out that she wants egg yolk

- I hope he also let her back on the desk

- thank you to anyone who has read this far. Only one poem left in the story (another two in the bits after the story).

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December 24, 2025 at 4:20 PM
#TSOTD_note The Sign of the King

- first published in Strange Horizons

- accompanied by the last of Gary McCluskey's beautiful artwork

- the horses Li has, Narson and Kuan, were Xau's, which (in my mind and suggested by Li having them) were left to Li by Xau

- this is one of my favorite poems

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December 23, 2025 at 2:41 PM
#TSOTD_note Coronation

- in the first complete draft of the book, the next poem, "The Sign of the King," was the final one.

- Lisa, my wonderful agent, suggested adding a poem to the end. I wrote 4 for her to consider, 3 of which ended up in the book: this one + "The Cat's Epilogue" + "Two Weeks."
December 22, 2025 at 9:14 PM
#TSOTD_note Burial

- from an earlier poem about Shazia's funeral:

when the white-robed king
lights a white candle
for their white-wound child

- and now, for Xau:

his body shrouded in white,
the mourners robed in white,
white candles in his children's hands.

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December 21, 2025 at 3:42 PM
#TSOTD_note Addendum to the Recollections...

The peace between our countries
is anchored in that act.

- two lines establishing that Xau's death led to a good, over and above saving 14 lives

Perhaps the worst thing I ever did,
shouting at Li that day.

- two lines that devastate me on behalf of Li
December 20, 2025 at 2:58 PM
#TSOTD_note Execution

The first draft ended:

Donal not the man he once was.
He wiped his sword.
He walked away.

- later, I deleted "Donal not the man he once was" as unneeded

- after the very start of the book, Xau changes little. He learns skills but has the same mindset. Donal changes greatly.
December 19, 2025 at 4:39 PM
#TSOTD_note The Sign of the Dragon

- deleted from an early draft:

"Hold fast, Prince Keng."
With no further warning,
she raised her head and flamed,
wreathing him in fire--

A fire that did not burn him:
blue and white and gold,
heat licking him without hurt,
flames dancing over his skin.

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December 18, 2025 at 3:22 PM
#TSOTD_note Mortal

- first published in Spillway

- there's usually a gap between how I hope my poems will turn out and what I achieve. This and the previous poem (Return) came close to what I wanted.

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December 17, 2025 at 10:18 PM
#TSOTD_note Return

- here's a deleted stanza from an earlier draft:

Return to where your hours
were not measured in meetings,
where your heart unfurled to your children,
where the scars of your past
pressed less hard.

- I am very fond of this poem, which calls back to joy

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December 16, 2025 at 2:14 PM
#TSOTD_note Last Watch

A long time before Xau spoke again.
"Li. Stay. Until."

Li nodded.
A moment before he managed
to say the words he wished to say.
"Nowhere I would rather be."

He sat beside his king
beneath the wide clear sky.

- Li and Xau. ❤️

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December 15, 2025 at 4:28 PM
#TSOTD_note Beast

Xau looked at the women, the children,
balanced their lives
against his

- a hard poem

- as graphic, I think, as the violence in the book gets

- to those fond of Xau (and Li), I am sorry, but the book was heading somewhere close to here from early in its creation

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December 14, 2025 at 8:53 PM
#TSOTD_note Comfort

Held him as the boy sniffled.
Thought of his own children,
how, if things went well,
he could be home by winter.

- Lisa Rodgers, my agent, made a broad, helpful comment about the latter stages of the book, and that stanza was one I added to try to address it.

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December 13, 2025 at 6:29 PM
#TSOTD_note Breath

- accompanied by Gary McCluskey's superb art, including the lizard from the end of the poem, one of my favorite bit-part characters

- this poem is a favorite of mine

- Xau/Donal may be more entertaining (and I like it) but Xau/Li is my favorite friendship in the book

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December 12, 2025 at 2:30 PM
#TSOTD_note Shards

Your life is worth more.
That is the way of things.

- in two earlier poems, Tsung, captain of Xau's guards before Li, also instructed Xau that "the way of things" meant Xau's life took priority

- Xau has difficulty accepting this, for which, of course, I love him

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December 11, 2025 at 10:27 PM
#TSOTD_note Game

Li's options stark. To defy the king.
Or follow him into the beast's trap.
An instant's indecision
before Li dipped his head to Xau.

- Li is probably my favorite character, certainly my favorite if it's not Xau himself, yet the end of this epic is very hard on him.

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December 10, 2025 at 11:02 PM
#TSOTD_note Besieged

Too late to flee.
Too late to worry
that his ally was worse
than his enemy.

- a helpful comment from my daughter led me to change "Too late to wonder whether..." to "Too late to worry that..."

- sometimes I vanish down rabbit-holes wondering about word choices.

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December 9, 2025 at 6:28 PM
#TSOTD_note Water

- a light scene in a bleak stretch of the book

- this is one of three poems in the book that mentions Xau's fondness for pickled cucumbers

- I was particularly partial to cucumbers (unpickled) as a child

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December 9, 2025 at 1:27 AM
#TSOTD_note Desert

Day six, the spring on the map
dried up. Waterskins emptying.
Day seven, a second dry spring.
Waterskins empty.

- I have an inexact childhood memory of a woman we knew being stranded in the desert (after a vehicle broke down) and running out of water
December 7, 2025 at 9:57 PM
#TSOTD_note Perspective

- deleted stanza:

And every man bowed then
to the scarred king
and rode with him
into darkness
beneath the patterned stars.

- which I like but which didn't fit

- this is a poem I'm unhappy with. It gives the reader important information but otherwise disatisfies me :-(

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December 6, 2025 at 6:06 PM