Dun Lady's Jess
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Dun Lady's Jess: all woman, all heart...all horse.
“Horses, heroics, and magic–a great combination! I thoroughly enjoyed reading Dun Lady’s Jess, a spirited and daring novel. I couldn’t put it down.”
–Kristen Britain, author of the Green Rider series
Courier mount Dun Lady's Jess accepts the hand of only one man: Carey of Anfeald. Together they race across rugged territories with the spell manuscripts no one else dares to carry, handling secrets with the potential to destroy worlds.
That is, until a treacherous wizard rips Lady and Carey apart in mid-run, tossing them across realities and turning Lady into Jess—a woman of fiery equine spirit and unyielding intent.
But Jess and Carey weren’t the only ones to tumble between worlds, and they aren’t the only ones looking for a way back. They definitely aren’t the only ones who want that deadly spell manuscript. And ultimately, only Jess—separated from the one person she trusts, flung into a new human form and culture—has the means to bring two worlds together and stop a wizard run amuck.
That is, if anyone can...
Other books in this series: Barrenlands, Changespell, Changespell Legacy
“....Dun Lady’s Jess is unique. Durgin has created a character who is utterly believable as both horse and horse-in-human-body. The setup is brilliant: the magic that causes the transformation is not in the horse, but external, and the creature that is Dun Lady’s Jess must adapt, must find an identity that works in both paradigms. Humans who encounter her, in either body, must also adapt to the reality that created her and that she represents. She cannot be, any longer, just another mare...she cannot be, ever, just another woman....”
–Excerpt from Elizabeth Moon’s Forward for Dun Lady’s Jess
“A thrill ride with a fantasy twist, neatly done by a knowledgeable author – short, sweet, and paced at a gallop, Dun Lady’s Jess can’t help but to win you over.”
–Janny Wurts
“Dun Lady’s Jess is a wonderful read for those who are horse fans and those who are just plain fantasy fans or fans of great writing.”
–Josepha Sherman, bestselling author/editor
“Dun Lady’s Jess is everything a great fantasy ought to be: Exciting, moving, and utterly original. Doranna Durgin has spun a marvelous tale, set it in a world that feels as real as our own, and populated that world with characters who will stay with you long after you read the final page. An excellent book, which I highly recommend.”
–David Coe, author of Winds of the Forelands & the LonTobyn Chronicle
“Jess is a tale of wonderfully diverse and riveting characters embroiled in extraordinary events, told with a deftness and care few authors can achieve. Once you begin, you won’t be able to put it down until you know what happens — and then you’ll wish it never stopped. I highly recommend it.”
–Diana Pharoah Francis, author of Path of Blood
“Dun Lady’s Jess is an adventure story with heart. It’s a unique idea, imaginatively explored. The characters are charming, and humanly flawed. The accurate equestrian touches are a pleasure to encounter, and Jess’ reactions, particularly while she’s still getting her feed under her, are surprisingly yet completely believable. Doranna Durgin offers the reader an unusual viewpoint of impressive versimilitude.”
–Vonda McIntyre, Nebula and Hugo Award-winning author of The Moon and the Sun
“Durgin never fails to entertain with solid characters, good action, well-conceived plots, compelling narrative — and her expert background in horses always provides a real — and realistic! — treat for readers. Jess is one of the most complex and likeable characters in fantasy fiction.”
–Jennifer Roberson, author of the Karavans and Sword Dancer series
Doranna Durgin
Doranna Durgin spent her childhood filling notebooks first with stories and art, then with novels. After obtaining a degree in wildlife illustration and environmental education, she spent a number of years deep in the Appalachian Mountains. When she emerged, it was as a writer who found herself irrevocably tied to the natural world and its creatures - and with a new touchstone to the rugged spirit that helped settle the area, which she instills in her characters. Dun Lady's Jess, Doranna's first published fantasy novel, received the 1995 Compton Crook/Stephen Tall award for the best first book in the fantasy, science fiction and horror genres; she now has fifteen novels of eclectic genres on the shelves and more on the way. Most recently, she's leaped gleefully into the world of action-romance. When she's not writing, Doranna builds author web sites, wanders around outside with a camera and works with horses and dogs - currently, she's teaching agility classes. There's a Lipizzan in her backyard, a mountain looming outside her office window, a pack of agility dogs romping in the house and a laptop sitting on her desk - and that's just the way she likes it.
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Reviews for Dun Lady's Jess
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- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5A great yarn!! I really enjoyed reading this book and had a hard time putting it down.The story revolves around a horse and her rider in a world where magic is the operative means of doing things. As result of a magic mishap the horse, Dun Lady's Jess, finds herself in our world where technology reigns and magic has no place. The transition between worlds turns her into a woman. The story revolves around the horse "Jess" as she calls herself in our world learning how to function as a human, and a woman. There are plenty of adventures, good and evil, mayhem and death. It's an interesting plot and all generally turns out well in the end. I would recommend it to anyone wanting something arresting, interesting, and fun to read!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Durgin understanding of horses is so deep and developed that the reader is quickly pulled into the mind of a horse. Jess has to struggle with human brain capabilities within her horse mind. The characters are very engaging and intriguing. It is a very well written fantasy book. It is entertaining and fun to read. I will be reading the rest of the books.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Absolutely beautiful and very creative. Lady and Jess are so different and so much alike. I loved this book. I would buy it and give as a gift.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5You would have been hard-pressed to convince me that a book about a horse who magically becomes a woman could make me suspend my disbelief long enough to read it and yet that's exactly what Doranna Durgin managed to accomplish.And how, exactly, to you imbue a horse/woman with the manners and thoughts that a horse might have? Again, Doranna Durgin managed to do it without me disbelieving the actions and thoughts and communications of the newly created woman.I imagine this book would delight any pre-teen or teen who is in love with horses and who might spend many hours at the barn working with her beloved friends. Best read while sitting on a hay bale, tucked into a corner, perhaps with a gentle rain on the barn roof, the glorious smell of warm horses in the air... or just at home, tucked into a comfy chair, imagining the smells and dimly lit aisles of the barn. It's a girl's book for sure.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Vividly written superb first novel in a unique fantasy series.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Excellent premise and good story. A magicked horse from a sophisticated fantasy world winds up in modern America, transformed into a human. Love the characters, especially Jess and Carey, but also Jamie, and it's good to see dressage treated as a serious sport. 4.5 stars
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I enjoyed the story, crossing over between two worlds. The characters were likeable and the story flowed well. A good read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An amazing novel that captures the struggle of transformation to perfection! I loved Dun Lady's Jess from start to finish and I didn't want to put it down. It has all the elements of a classic, as far as I'm concerned. Can't wait to read the sequel!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5In a parallel universe in a magical world, the courier Carey and his horse, Dun Lady's Jess, escape pursuit into our world. The horse is turned into a human, who in a believable way learns what being a human is like. Jess is by four friends who slowly believe her. They rescue Carey, who was captured by his pursuer, who wants a spell that Carey carried, to give to a female wizard seeking power. In a showdown with the enemy, they are all taken back to Carey's world and drawn into the conflict there. The friends don't give up on getting Jess back from the horse she returned to. Jess, always devoted to Carey, must find her independence so that they can love each other as humans. An unusual and interesting story.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I got this book and promised a review. Sometimes books I get like this are just so-so, but this one was special. What I liked about it was the fascinating concept and how well it was executed. It was totally believable to me that this woman had been a horse, one who had a special bond with her rider. The other characters were interesting and full. I was glad the author offered both the POV of the human characters and Lady/Jess. Plenty of action, a bit of romance, magic, great characters, intriguing concept. What's not to like? I'm getting the others in the series, too.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5There is just enough romance, fantasy, battle and something more in this book. You'll have to trust me on this because it's a really good book.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a very enjoyable read. What would it be like if a horse were transformed into a human being, suddenly transported from one world to a different world? It's well-written, and fast paced. Characters are believable and engaging.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5When I read the introduction and discovered that this book was going to be about a horse that had been turned human, I began to have second thoughts about my choice to request it in the Early Reviewer program. I am not generally a fan of magically changed animals and it takes a very good story and a very well written animal to make me change my opinions on the matter. This book simply blew my mind with how well the shape shifting was done. All of the things I had heard about the horse being beautifully written are true and then some. The story was as believable as the characters, which is saying quite a lot, since it brings magic into the modern world and still manages to hide it rather well. I could not put this down and I am certain I will desperately devour the other books that follow in the series.Note: Though this book was a free gift from the author, the content of my review was in no way influenced by the gifting. The book speaks for itself and my review would have been worded just this way even if I'd gone out and bought it. I also give bonus points for Text To Speech enabling on Kindle format.... but that also wasn't a factor in the above review.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a crackling good story with a complex structure and strongly-drawn characters. It starts in a world powered by magic, where it sets the stakes: there are other worlds, which may be a danger. Now that these worlds have been found, the wizard's council must learn how to close the transition between them. A courier sets off on his horse with key information. In the midst of a perilous chase, the courier, Carey, and his mare, Dun Lady's Jess, find themselves in modern-day USA. The twist is that the story follows Jess, who arrives as a naked young woman entangled in a saddle, bags, and bridle and stunned by the new world. She is found by some quite ordinary people, and eventually finds herself at a stable, as a worker instead of as a boarder. The author has a beautiful gift for translating a horse's sensibility and reactions into a human context. Jess learns to be human, but her equine side is still very much a part of her. And meanwhile there are bad guys from her home world looking for her and those all important saddlebags. The characters are well-drawn, the stakes are high, and the two worlds neatly drawn. It starts as sword and sorcery, becomes urban fantasy with ordinary people put into extra-ordinary circumstances, and transitions again to sword and sorcery. This book is a re-issue of a previously out-of-print book, and first part of a trilogy. I believe it is only available as an e-book. I read this in two days, and am now looking to buy the next in the series. Highly recommended for fans of both urban and sword and sorcery fantasy.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This fantasy story has a delightful character that was once an ordinary animal. Through unusual circumstances, she becomes human and struggles to cope with what that means for herself and her duty. I enjoyed reading this story, which I received as an Early Review e-book on LibraryThing. I'll look for more books by Doranna Durgin, especially since there's more stories that she's written in this world.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dun Lady's Jess is a nice book with quite an original concept. When Carey is pursued by enemies, he invokes a spell that transports him to our world. His horse, Dun Lady's Jess, comes along with him, but due to some strange quirk in the spell, she is transformed into a woman. Particularly in the first half, we get to see the world through Jess' eyes, trying to learn human behavior. Her little horsey mannerisms are well done, and in general, Jess is a very nice character. She is not perfect or all powerful, but she deals with her transformation quite well, becoming more her own woman as time goes by. I have to say, the other aspects of the book were rather mediocre. Sure, there are some ok side characters in the book. Particularly Jaime, the owner of a riding school and Jess' host for most of her time on Earth, is sympathetic and turns out to be quite brave as well. Carey is a bit of an ass. Ok, I'm sure I could come up with some excuses for him, but quite frankly, I don't feel like it. No matter how much Dun Lady's Jess might have liked his voice when she was his horse, he is quite simply nothing special. Same goes pretty much for the other characters, even the sympathetic ones. As for the worlds, well, Earth is Earth, and the other world is ok, but again, somewhat mediocre. The magic is nothing special, the society is nothing special. If it weren't for Dun Lady's Jess, this book would be boring, despite the fact that it is an easy read. Fortunately, though, it does have Dun Lady's Jess, and she makes up for quite a bit. Overall, nothing brilliant, but highly entertaining with an original character. You could do worse...
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I found this story completely enjoyable, it reminded me some of the tale of the Last Unicorn. But that being said was totally unique and a very fun read. I felt the author successfully bridged the persona of horse and women, creating a lovable heroine. I am going to have to follow up this adventure with sequel Changespell. The book had something for everybody mystery, adventure, romance, action and of course horse related fantasy.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dun Lady’s Jess is a re-issue in ebook format of a novel that came out a few years ago as part of the “ChangeSpell” trilogy.In a world where magic is the rule a wizard comes up with a “world travel” spell that would create a gateway from the Magic World to Other Places.This spell is seen as dangerous and so the wizard sends the spell to the other Good Wizards in hopes of creating a “checkspell” to safeguard it. He sends the spell with his best courier Carey riding on his best horse, Lady.Still with me?Anyway Carey and Lady are waylaid in the woods by the Evil Wizards' men and in desperation Carey triggers the spell and sends himself and Lady into small town Ohio. And Lady – for reasons not really explained in the book – shows up in Ohio not as Lady but as “Jess” a young girl whose only memories are of herself as a horse.Long setup for an interesting and well written book. Jess falls in with a group of nice smart people including a expert horse trainer, and learns about being a human instead of a horse. And being her own person and not someones "mount" and not someones property.(But mount and rider is a very . . . intimate relationship . . . isn't it?)There’s a plot about the Bad Guys chasing the Good guys around, but mostly the book is about Jess / Lady and who she is and how she grows and learns. Everyone winds up back in Magic Land, and some things happen that aren’t very nice or pretty, and in the end the Big Bad is dispatched rather quickly. But for the story of Jess and Lady I will put up with a lot of riding through the woods and hey nonny nonny. Will Jess stay human? Will she go back to being a horse? (Nice to see a Shapeshifter that is not a wolf or a vampire, too.)Part two and three of the trilogy have something to say about that, and I’m looking forward to finding out.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dun Lady's Jessby Doranna DurginThe horse Jess' world-views are shatterd and reformedI could not wait to pick up this ebook about a horse turned human. A Compton Crook winner, picked up and reedited Julie E. Czerneda, whoom I trust to only let the very finest animal anthropofiction slip through. The story rose to my expectations pulling me into the lives of Dayna and Erik when their world are intruded upon by Jess, and her relentless search for her missing rider. I like the immediate and strong bond i formed with the characters in their predicament. I like a few more surprises in such a strong well paced story.I'll recommend this story for those who love horses and light romance or the ones who like to root for those out of their dept. I received "Dun Lady's Jess" from Bookview Café through LibraryThings "Early Reviewers" program. I am happy to reciprocate with my honest review.4 out of 5 stars * * * *
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Dun Lady’s JessBy Doranna DurginI put my name in on the early review request site on goodreads for the opportunity to win, read and review a free copy of Dun Lady’s Jess by Doranna Durgin and was lucky enough to win. I have read books about shape-shifters but this is not a book like that…not at all…it is unlike any book I have read before. In this book the main character is a horse that is magically transformed into a woman when she suddenly finds herself in another world. Her struggles to live within a human body and learn how to behave as a woman while thinking as a horse along with all that surrounds this process is embellished with humans who find and befriend her, villains from whence she originated, and an eventual return to her original world that sees her once again as a horse. The story was well written by an author that is prolific but new to me. There were some typos but that is the only negative I have for this book. I plan to read more books by this author in the future.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a beautiful fantasy. One that's you want to curl up and read if you, or anyone you know, once wanted to be a horse. There is magic, shapeshifting, a traveling between lands. My second book by Doranna Durgin and rest assured not my last. ?
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Won a review copy. Loved the book. It was a refreshing change from the usual paranormal? books i've been reading lately, though I do love the books i've read by this author in the past. Love the twist & turns the book took me through. I read it from start to finish without stopping.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5The discovery of a dangerous new spell allowing travel between worlds requires the development of a checkspell to prevent it's misuse. Courier Carey and his horse, Dun Lady's Jess are selected to make the dangerous transport run that will get the spell into the hands of someone talented enough to work out the necessary checkspell. Attacked on their journey, Carey triggers a last-ditch bit of protective magic to keep the spell out of enemy hands, catapulting himself and his pursuer into a strange new world.When Dayna and Eric discover a naked, bruised and frightened woman entangled in horse-sweat soaked saddle blanket and accompanying tack, they assume they've found an abuse victim. But as the woman who calls herself Lady learns to speak, her behavior points to something even stranger. Lost in a strange world, with hands instead of hooves and no whiskers, Dun Lady's Jess must not only adapt to her new surroundings, but find Carey and return to their world before disaster strikes.While there are a few rough spots, I have rarely read a horse-related fantasy with more realistic horses. Durgin is a talented writer. Her characters are compelling, and the story moved quickly enough to distract from a few plot holes. I look forward to seeing what happens in the sequel, Changespell.
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Dun Lady's Jess - Doranna Durgin
DUN LADY'S JESS
Doranna Durgin
Blue Hound VisionsBlue Hound Visions
Tijeras, NM
Jess is a tale of wonderfully diverse and riveting characters embroiled in extraordinary events, told with a deftness and care few authors can achieve. Once you begin, you won’t be able to put it down until you know what happens—and then you’ll wish it never stopped.
—Diana Pharoah Francis, author of Path of Blood
"Dun Lady’s Jess is an adventure story with heart. It’s a unique idea, imaginatively explored. The characters are charming, and humanly flawed.... Doranna Durgin offers the reader an unusual viewpoint of impressive verisimilitude."
—Vonda N. McIntyre, Nebula and Hugo Award-winning author of The Moon and the Sun
Copyright & Dedication
DUN LADY’S JESS
Copyright © 2013 by Doranna Durgin
ISBN: 978-1-61138-316-4
Published by Blue Hound Visions, Tijeras NM, an affiliate of Book View Café
October 2013
Cover: Doranna Durgin
Original Copyright ©1994; first published by Baen Books
Second Edition Printed: 2007; Editor: Julie E. Czerneda
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination, or, if real, used fictitiously— and any resemblance to actual persons, business establishments, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
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Author Note:
Dun Lady’s Jess: Compton Crook winner in 1995 (best first SF/F/H book of the year), and my first born novel. Always special...and yet publishers never seemed to know what to do with it. At the same time, they never really wanted to let go of it. It’s taken years of persistence and a touch of legal mediation to resolve those situations.
Now Jess is mine again, and it means everything to me. It also means everything that I can make the book available to readers again, after so many requests and so many years of the lingering hardcopies being so expensive and hard to obtain. Thanks to epublishing options, I can also do it in a way that I retain control over the circumstances—and as you can imagine with the history of this book, that truly means everything.
So thank you. Without readers like you, I wouldn’t be able to write these books. I appreciate your letters, emails, blog comments, and Facebook posts more than I can ever express, and I love your reviews. It’s amazing to be a part of such a large circle of friends through a mutual love of books!
~Doranna
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Original Dedications
Dedicated to every single person who helped me along the way;
For Leslie and Tusquin, who showed me how it could be;
And especially for Holly, Sue, and Will, who were there at the start.
With shiny bright new thanks to:
Julie Czerneda and Lucienne Diver, both of whom understand, and to Elizabeth, who honors me with her words.
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The Changespell Saga:
Barrenlands (prequel)
Dun Lady’s Jess
Changespell
Changespell Legacy
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Forewords
Elizabeth Moon
Compton Crook and Nebula Award-winning author of Command Decision and the Speed of Dark
When I first read Doranna Durgin’s Dun Lady’s Jess, back in 1994, I was astonished and delighted. Fantasy had already given us a number of girl-and-horse models, all fairly romantic, reeking with wishful thinking. This was completely different: a serious and successful consideration of what might happen if a horse were transformed into the body of a human, while retaining the essential nature of a horse—the way a horse senses, thinks, moves.
Few stories hinging on the transformation of human into animal or animal into human work as more than curiosities, because most writers can’t grasp enough of the animal reality. Le Guin, in the Earthsea books, explored some of the possibilities of transformation, but shape-shifting was not the point of those stories—power and the abuse of power—including the abuse of the power to escape through transformation—were. Terry Pratchett, putting a female werewolf in the police department, has handled Angua’s transformations to and from her wolf body with sensitivity. The only other horse-human transformation of comparable quality is Judith Tarr’s A Wind in Cairo, in which a dissolute young man is magically transformed into a horse to teach him a lesson.
Dun Lady’s Jess is unique. Durgin has created a character who is utterly believable as both horse and horse-in-human-body. The setup is brilliant: the magic that causes the transformation is not in the horse, but external, and the creature that is Dun Lady’s Jess must adapt, must find an identity that works in both paradigms. Humans who encounter her, in either body, must also adapt to the reality that created her and that she represents. She cannot be, any longer, just another mare... she cannot be, ever, just another woman.
It’s also, of course, a walloping good adventure story, but at the core it’s the story of identity and transformation.
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Julie Czerneda
Prix Aurora Award-winning author of In the Company of Others and A Turn of Light, and beloved editor
New for this Edition: Concerning Classics
It’s easy to find someone’s favourite books. Check the shelf. Look for those with covers starting to wear at the corners. Pull out any with spines bent so many times they’ve acquired the most delicate of wrinkles. Perhaps a bookmark peeks up. Something special, like a postcard or pressed rose or bit of ribbon. There could be an elastic, holding the pages together. Battered, but loved. Bruised, but never abandoned. Such, to me, are the classics.
How, you ask, can a classic be marked by abuse? Aren’t classics the books we’ve read in school? The stories that have stood the test of time and social change? The sort written by people so famous (though dead) that there are statues of them looking pensive in parks? Surely, you say, those are the marks of true classics.
To that I say ... a classic doesn’t start that way. A classic starts with a story that means something to its reader. With characters you remember years later as if meeting them for the first time on the page. With a fresh and original idea that continues to demand your attention and reward your interest. A classic, I say, starts as a favourite book. A book that you reread, time and again, for no better reason—and what could be better?—than the joy it brings you.
Dun Lady’s Jess is such a classic. Despite all my care, my original copy is worn at the corners and the spine has wrinkles. The pages are still tight, thankfully. A postcard marks where I last left off, signed by a dear friend. When I learned this wonderful story was no longer available, I helped return it to print briefly as a trade edition (2007, no longer available) and consider that one of the greatest accomplishments of my career in publishing.
But spines wrinkle and covers wear. Print goes out of print (almost certainly, it seems, for to-be classics). Imagine my utter delight to be able to say to you, dear readers, that here is your very own copy. Dun Lady’s Jess lives again! It will become, I’m confident, one of your favourites. A classic, by my definition. Reread it. Treasure it. Tell all your friends.
A friend recently told me, we can’t have enough classics.
I couldn’t agree more.
Excuse me. I need to reread one of mine. There’s a horse... and a woman... and oh, such magic...
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Introduction
Once upon a time I had a dream.
No, seriously. I dreamt of a man on his horse, carrying important information and running for his life. Running for their lives. They triggered a spell and ended up...
Elsewhere. And entirely changed.
So I wrote it, and it became another sort of dream—the one where you’re so in love with the story and characters that you want to share. Need to share. Are obsessed about sharing—!
Jess sold to the second publisher who saw the manuscript; less than a year later the book was on the shelves. Dream come true? You betcha. And the next spring, when Jess won the Compton Crook award for the best first book
of the year, I realized that what I’d wanted so badly—to find others who feel as I do about Jess and her world—was now a reality.
But as all books eventually do, Jess went out of print. Dismayed readers who found books two & three of that series could do no more than haunt used bookstores in search of the first. So then I had another dream: To find a way to make this series live again. By then my craft had become more mature—the moment a writer stops growing is the moment she falters—but Jess’s story still called to me above and beyond. I still wanted it told.
Now here I am, years later, with the chance to share this story and its people with a whole new group of readers...to share Jess’s heart.
Because when you come right down to it, that’s what Jess has taught me. While exploring her story, how she reacts to the changes in her life and the people she encounters...while watching her grow from a baffled young woman into someone with destiny...I learned about heart. About having it, and staying true to it. That the lesson applies when it comes writing, to reading...and to life. Having heart is how we grow, how we live lives we’re proud of and happy with, and how we fill our lives with people who do the same. And if I ever forget that lesson in the detailed trappings of deadlines and assignments and bills, Jess is—thank goodness—always there to remind me.
This release of Dun Lady’s Jess is an updated one, which is to say that I’ve been given the opportunity (nay, privilege!) to wander the manuscript, slyly smoothing off the rough edges of my early prose without changing the story one little bit. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed revisiting it!
~Doranna
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Chapter One
The odor of singed herbs filled the stone stairway, and Carey smiled to himself. He knew that once again, Arlen had immersed himself so deeply in his studies that the outside world eluded him. He reached the wizard’s chamber and hooked his hand on the heavy door frame to swing casually into the well-lit room.
Arlen did not notice. His writing table was cleared down to seldom seen wood, and he sat staring intently at the one object gracing its surface. His hair, still full and shaggy despite some gray, fell forward to hide his features: dark, kind eyes and a long nose over a mustache which almost hid his slight overbite.
Carey tapped the thick metal of his courier ring against the stone of the wall, introducing sound into the quiet room. Arlen’s head jerked up, then around; when he discovered Carey, his one cocked eyebrow formed an unspoken question.
You called, remember?
Carey tapped the ring again, which still tingled in summons. With easy familiarity, he moved into the room and pulled up the stool that sat empty before Arlen’s spell table. You’ve been up here too long. I’ll bet you haven’t been out since you first sent me out to Sherra’s.
He reached for the sputtering simmer pot and removed the burning herbs from the frame that held it over its low mage-flame. Losing track of your fragrance herbs...not a good sign, Arlen.
Arlen leaned back in his chair and raised another eyebrow, offended this time. I called, all right, but it wasn’t to subject myself to a lecture.
You need one,
Carey replied, unperturbed. If you hadn’t kept me so busy running between wizards lately, I’d have made sure you remembered to take care of yourself.
That’s the problem exactly,
Arlen said. That’s why I called. I’ve got another run for you—but this time we need to talk.
Carey abandoned the stool and wandered to one of the four unshuttered windows of the hold’s uppermost room. Built along a hillside, the dwelling abandoned any pretense at symmetrical architecture and instead insinuated itself into the nooks and crannies of the steep rocky ground. The result was this five-walled room, of which no wall equaled the length of another. A good place for the creative pursuits of a wizard, Carey had decided long ago. He hung over the window sill to get an unfettered look at the hilly fields and pastures of the area, while the brisk spring air made a pleasant counterpoint to the sunshine on his face. So talk.
Carey,
Arlen said firmly, I recognize the habits of your profession don’t encourage inactivity. But do you think you could be still for just a few moments, and apply your entire concentration to what I have to say?
Surprised but unstung by the wizard’s admonition, Carey returned to the stool and shook his hair—dark blond instead of gray, but just as shaggy as Arlen’s—out of his eyes. All right,
he said. I’m listening.
And then, seeing the smudges of fatigue around Arlen’s eyes and fully recognizing their somber expression, he was indeed truly alert to what his friend and employer had to say.
I’ve found something new, Carey, something none of us have suspected even existed.
None of us—wizards, he meant. Carey nodded. That explains why you’ve been sending everything through me instead of popping it around.
Magical missives could be intercepted, but a lone rider was most difficult to detect—except through the mundane means of trackers and guesswork. How dangerous is it?
Arlen nodded, absently smoothing a frayed spot on his shirt. Dangerous all the way around—but wondrous, as well. There are other worlds, Carey. Other dimensions. Other peoples...people who, I might add, don’t seem to have any notion we exist.
Then what’s the danger?
Carey frowned.
At this point, the danger is to them.
Carey shook his head once to show he wasn’t following, and Arlen’s expression grew intense.
You know we have checkspells in place to prevent the unauthorized use of dangerous magics. What you may not realize is that the most inherently dangerous moment in the life of any hazardous new spell is the time between when it is discovered and the time the checkspell is in place. There’s more than one person in this land who would use this particular knowledge for their own gain—and those other worlds can’t know how to deal with a magic they may not possess.
Carey gave a skeptical snort. I doubt they’re as helpless as all that. Besides, what’s to gain?
Entire worlds.
Arlen said with certainty. As far as I’ve been able to determine, once a traveler is spelled to one of these worlds, there remains only the thread of a connection between the two places. That gives the person in question all the magic they care to draw on—even in the worlds without magic—with none of the inconveniences of the Council’s restraint.
Arlen leaned forward, his dark eyes sparking with intensity. Think past the everyday magics of night glows and cleansing spells, Carey. Think about those things that are used only when one of us without scruples manages to circumvent a checkspell, and how quickly they gain power. The bloody times in Camolen’s history.
The skepticism faded; Carey stared at the wizard with widened eyes. Damn.
Arlen leaned back, taking a deep breath that he released slowly through his long, straight nose. There’s more. These others have developed devices that accomplish some of the same things we can do with magic, including weapons that will work as well in our world as theirs. We’ve got to get this under control before one of the less conscientious among us figures out what we’ve got and how to use it. I hope your horses are well rested, Carey, because you’re going to be busy.
Carey shrugged sturdy shoulders set atop a wiry frame. That’s what I’m here for.
True enough.
Arlen reached behind to scoop the lone object from the top of his writing desk and held it out to Carey, who rose only long enough to take it. He settled back on the stool and studied the small blue crystal for a moment before glancing back up at Arlen. It’s protection,
Arlen said.
Spellstone?
Carey asked. Protection from what?
He reached into the neck of his tunic and brought out a heavy silver chain upon which hung several colorful spellstones, and compared the new one to its fellows.
We’ve been careful, but—
Arlen shook his head, his lips thinning in annoyance. Word is out, I’m afraid. At the very least, Calandre knows of the new spell—Calandre, and whoever else she’s told. She’s been too good for too long. You’re bound to be a target, Carey.
Carey set the small crystal carefully on the table, thinking about Arlen’s former student. A woman his own age, Calandre had arrived with an enormous amount of talent and not a whit of patience. Her barely scrupulous magical shortcuts had kept her off the Wizard’s Council year after year, and as her frustration grew, so did her rationalized, barely sanctioned methods. For several years she had been in her own hold—obtained from an aging wizard under questionable circumstances—and had not bothered to interact with the Council save for response to the occasional summons. To all appearances, she was operating within the Council guidelines, but.... What about the shieldstone?
he asked.
Still holds,
Arlen assured him. As long as you wear the stone, the only magic that affects you will be the spells you release yourself. But you know as well as I that there are other ways.
Unclasping the silver chain, Carey strung the new spellstone and replaced the collection around his neck, looking at Arlen in utter confidence. No one’s going to outrun me.
Let’s pretend that they do,
Arlen said, a hint of exasperation in his voice. That’s what this crystal is for. I’m not sure just what effect it’ll have—
Carey looked at him in surprise. You want me to fool around with an untested spell? I’ll rely on my horses, I think.
Did you hear nothing of what I have said?
Arlen’s anger flashed just bright enough to remind Carey who and what his employer was. You’ll be carrying information too crucial to lose! Everything I know of this new spell is in my head, Carey—except for the manuscript you’ll be taking to Sherra. In that is everything I know about the new dimensions, and all my explorations into a checkspell. If anyone—and I mean anyone, from the lowest road pirate to the Precinct Guard—tries to take it from you, you invoke that crystal. It will take you to the only place you can’t be reached.
Years of working with the wizard as friend and courier alerted Carey to the words that were not said. Where?
he asked warily, then didn’t give Arlen a chance to answer. "To one of those other worlds. You’re sending me to a place that might not even know magic—how the hell am I supposed to get back?"
It’s a two-fold spell,
Arlen said steadily. It’s tied to this world; it’ll bring you back when you invoke it again, and reverse any of the results.
What about the recall? Why don’t I just use that in the first place?
No! If you’re too close to them, and you’re running from someone with magic, they’ll tap in and follow you right back here.
Arlen sighed at Carey’s frustration. Normally that’s not a problem—not with the shielded receiving room in the stable. But we can’t take a chance. There we’d be—the manuscript and me, in the same hold with whoever’s threatening us both. They’d get it all, and that would leave Sherra with no chance of formulating a checkspell in time to stop the trouble that would inevitably follow.
Carey frowned as the importance of this run—and its dangers—sank in past his protests. All right, Arlen,
he said slowly. I understand.
In the silence that followed, he put a hand to his chest, and felt the small lump of crystals. The run to Sherra’s was long, a twisting route through thick woods and a deep river gully. Plenty of spots for an ambush.
I see that you do,
Arlen said in relief. I’m sorry, Carey. I wouldn’t choose to put you in this danger, but I need someone I can trust absolutely.
Carey raised his head, a sharp motion that was the preamble of defensiveness for his couriers. Arlen forestalled him with a raised hand. "You’re the only one who I know will invoke that new crystal," he specified. Even though it may take you into even worse danger, unspoken words they both knew.
I’ll take Lady,
Carey said, a non-sequitur that spoke of his capitulation, and a claim of Arlen’s trust.
Not the Dun?
Arlen, too, retreated to unspoken words.
Carey shook his head. The Dun’s quick—but her daughter swaps ends so fast it’s a wonder she doesn’t turn us both inside out.
Get her ready, then,
Arlen said. I’ll be down to see you off.
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Lady dropped her weight to her haunches, sliding in the loose dirt of the steep slope where her Carey had guided her. Friction skinned the hide off her hocks as Carey leaned back in the saddle, his hands a lifeline to her mouth in a balance of freedom and support—all the encouragement he could give her. But Lady needed no more encouragement, for Carey was scared. She felt it in the tension of his legs, heard it in his voice. She knew it from the desperate ploy that had sent them down the dangerous slope in the first place.
To the side flashed a sudden falling tangle of arms and legs, hooves and soft yielding flesh, driving her a step closer to equine panic; she lurched to escape from the new threat.
Easy, Lady,
Carey panted as his legs closed against her sides, giving her reassurance and guidance. She took heart and as they gained the bottom of the steep hill she gathered herself and bounded over the intermingled bodies of man and horse. She landed hard, felt Carey take up the reins and lean forward in the saddle. Go, Lady,
he whispered, and her ears flicked back to scoop up his words. She forgot about the tree-dodging chase in the forest, where they’d lost one pursuer to a thick trunk. She forgot about the mad scramble through the knee-high creek; even the dangerous slope disappeared from memory in the depth of her concentration. It was only the here and now, the run, the grunt of exhalation forced from her lungs at every stride she took. Foam dripped from the sides of her mouth and the reins lathered against her dun neck and still Carey whispered in her ear, guiding her as though he knew she lived only in her inner world of effort with no care for what her eyes might see. Then the ground under her hooves turned hard and pebbly, and when Carey asked her for a hard left, she suddenly knew where they were and what he would ask of her next. With rock to her left and only a narrow rim of a path beneath her, she listened to the caress of his legs, the shift of his weight, and pivoted in a rollback that sent her chest and head over empty air, high above the dry river bed they’d paralleled.
Good job, braveheart.
Carey wooed her, his voice harsh in a dry throat. In seconds they met one of their pursuers, and Lady, following the pattern of endless drills, put her nose to the inside of the path and shouldered aside the other horse. Then another—bay flesh that dropped aside with an equine scream of fear—and the path was clear, clear until the narrow foothold widened, to where another man stood his ground on a flaming chestnut horse. He dropped his reins, one arm cocked behind, the other clutching a strained, curving stick.
There was a sudden odd thump just behind her ears and Carey’s body shifted wildly, sliding from the saddle, skewing Lady’s balance. Her head yanked far to her left with a brutal jerk on the rein, and her body followed. Fear drove her flailing legs but there was no longer any ground beneath them, and they hurtled toward the death waiting in the hard rocky river bed.
And then the world stopped around them.
Arrested in mid-air, they were snatched by another force altogether, one that held Lady in a smothering grip and would not yield to her mental thrashing. She no longer felt Carey’s failing grip on her black mane, nor his legs slipping off her sweat-darkened sides. Instead, her mind twisted; her body knotted up, disappeared, reformed, and at last abandoned her along with Carey and her senses.
~~~~~
Early spring in the park, and not near warm enough by Dayna’s standards. She forged ahead of Eric, who’d been distracted by a small, busy flock of kinglets in the underbrush. When he showed no sign of losing interest, she stopped, put her hands on narrow hips, and called back to him, Coming? I thought you wanted to get those bluebird boxes checked out.
He uncoiled his lanky body from his crouch, looking at her with the perpetually bemused look he wore. They’ll still be there in another fifteen minutes,
he said mildly, pulling at the yellow armband that labeled him a park volunteer. Dayna merely ran a hand through her short, wedged sandy hair and waited for him. You didn’t have to come,
he said when he caught up. If you had other things to do today, you should have done them. You know you don’t enjoy this stuff if you have something else on your mind. I do.
Have something else on your mind?
she responded, distraction so she wouldn’t have to admit he was right.
Eric didn’t miss a beat. Know that you don’t enjoy. Anyway, you’re here now. You might as well appreciate it.
She looked up the significant distance between their heights and made a distinct effort to forget about the laundry piled on her bed, the bills waiting on her desk, the—no, forget it. Okay,
she said.
Saw a weasel here last month,
he commented. You should have heard the chipmunks cursing him out!
Give me an example of a chipmunk curse,
she challenged him.
Greedy cheeks!
Nut-waster!
Dayna said. Fox-bait!
Good one,
Eric applauded. The bright, sharp chirp of the creature in question greeted them from the trees bordering the meadow they approached; a jay echoed with its own harsh warning, and the woods rustled with the movement of small creatures.
Oops,
Dayna said. I guess we got a little loud.
Eric shook his head, curiosity lighting his features. Uh-uh. They’re leaving the meadow, not running from us.
He lengthened his steps and Dayna was forced to a jog. They reached the edge of the meadow together and stopped, listening, watching. The meadow was still in the calm of spring, with short green spikes of grass just reaching through the dead thatch of winter. Three pole-mounted bluebird houses dotted the expanse, which remained as still as the slight breeze allowed. Dayna caught Eric’s eye and shrugged.
He lifted one shoulder in reply and left the path to walk the perimeter of the clearing. Dayna fell in behind with a sigh, but he didn’t go far before stopping short. Holy shit,
he breathed, and stared into the woods.
"What, what?" Dayna asked impatiently, and bumped him with her hip so she could see through the small gap in the brush.
Her jaw dropped—seriously, literally dropped—at the sight of dusky limbs and a tangle of leather equipment. After a moment the details sorted themselves out in her mind and she was able to discern that the limbs belonged to a young woman; the leather was a saddle and its accoutrements. And although her mind raced, it could provide no plausible reason a young woman would be lying in the woods clothed only in a saddle. Yeah,
she said finally. Holy shit.
At the words, the young woman stirred. With a groan she shook her face free of the oddly colored, ragged hair that had covered it; she opened her eyes and reacted with a strange, frightened huff that came from deep within her chest. She pulled herself awkwardly forward, out from beneath the saddle and the lather encrusted blanket, and Eric moved forward to help her.
She saw them for the first time. Her dark eyes widened with fright and her nostrils flared; she lurched to her feet and tried to run, but only got a few steps before she tripped, falling with a grunt.
Eric froze, dismayed, and Dayna tugged his arm. Let me,
she whispered. There’s no telling what she’s been through.
Wordlessly, he moved back and crouched down, halving his height. Dayna took a step and said, It’s all right. We’ll help you.
The young woman scrabbled backwards, paying more attention to her own clumsiness than to either Dayna or Eric. She looked down at herself and whimpered, and her eyes were huge and terrified. She thrashed to her feet again, just long enough to run headlong into a tree, after which she fell in a tangle of long limbs and curled around herself, trembling too hard to try again.
Dayna exchanged a dismayed glance with Eric; he shook his head. Maybe she’s on something,
he said. I’ll go get help.
No!
Dayna said emphatically. I’m afraid she might hurt herself, and I can’t handle her alone. Wait until we get her calmed down a little, okay?
He looked at the still quivering huddle of woman and nodded reluctantly. Then he slipped off his loose lightweight jacket and said, See if you can’t get her covered up. She must be cold.
Dayna took the jacket and pushed her way through the twiggy brush between the meadow and the woods. The woman didn’t react to her, and Dayna glanced back uncertainly; Eric nodded encouragement.
Another step, no reaction. Dayna quietly made her way closer, then went down on her knees and spoke quietly. I want to help you,
she said, but although those dark eyes were open, they didn’t seem to see her. Hesitantly, Dayna stretched out her hand.
Be careful,
Eric whispered.
Dayna nodded without taking her eyes from the withdrawn creature before her. Her unsteady hand brushed the naked shoulder without reaction. I want to help you,
she repeated softly. She stroked the coarsely textured hair, smoothed it in a cautious petting motion. See, it’s all right now.
Was it her imagination, or had the trembling abated almost imperceptibly? Take it easy, now.
The woman stiffened, and Dayna froze, no less flighty than she. Easy,
Dayna repeated experimentally. Take it easy.
To her astonishment, the woman, still huddled in on herself, shifted her weight to lean against Dayna, pressing close.
Oh, good, Dayna!
Eric rustled in the brush behind her.
Stay where you are,
Dayna warned, her inflection still patterned to sooth. She smoothed back the odd hair and petted and consoled the woman, using the magic word easy liberally while she took stock of what they’d had found. Long-limbed and muscled like an athlete, the woman was bruised and scratched, both Achilles tendons scraped raw and bloody. Her body bore no signs of abuse, but she was clammy with dried sweat and exuded an odd musky odor of effort.
Eric rustled behind them again, and Dayna bit her tongue