Welcome to the blog tour for Greater
Treasures by Karina Fabian, part of
the DragonEye series of novels and stories
fantasy, fantasy mystery, paranormal, urban fantasy, noir
Welcome to the world of Vern. Dragon
Eye. Greater Treasures is Karina Fabian's initial foray into
self-publishing and is a stand-alone story out of her on-going
Dragoneye, P:I Fantasy series.
a private detective in the border town of the Faerie and Mundane
worlds isn’t easy, even for a dragon like Vern. Still,
finding the wayward brother of a teary damsel in distress shouldn’t
have gotten so dangerous. When his partner, Sister Grace, gets
poisoned by a dart meant for him, Vern offers to find an artifact in
exchange for a cure. However, this is no ordinary trinket—with
a little magic power, it could control all of mankind. Can Vern
find the artifact, and will he sacrifice the fate of two worlds for
the life of his best friend?
story, rather than a novel, we get only a glimpse of the larger world
that encopampasses the bridging between Faerie and Mundane. We don't
get to see much of the actual landscape that hosts the denizens of
Faerie. We get a bit of the local alleys and neighborhoods from the
sky, as Vern flies over. The world we do see is the usual one of
power pursuits, keeping us grounded. We also get a glimpse of the
magic that Sister Grace and Vern have access to. A glimpse. A hint
and whiff of challenges explored elsewhere.
to see more of Vern, the African Faerie Wyvern, than we do any other
character. I like that since I don't know him as well as I might.
This is my introduction to him and his world. We meet Sister Grace
briefly and also meet the ubiquitous police representatives. This
is, after all, a detective story. Vern is charismatic. Not at all
what I was expecting. (I won't embarasss myself by saying exactly
what I was expecitng. Just say I was delighted to be wrong.)
PROS and CONS—I'm
all pros here. I was expecting something more cartoony. (OK so I
said I wouldn't tell). Instead, I found someone who carries the
weight of remorse, responsibility and the hopw of redemption on very
large shoulders. His humor comes out of a history of loss and the
challenge of caring. His care for Sister Grace, a siren turned nun,
drives this story.
Catholic Chuch? Nun mage? Yup. And if you had told me that this is
what I would encounter, I'd have jumped on the stories long ago. I
love the idea of taking the Mystery that suffuses Catholicism and
using it to drive the “magic” of another world. Yes, there are
cliche's being weilded here, but Karina uses our expectations to turn
the story on Vern's wit.
response was to know what other stories I might fall into.
Fortunately, Karina provies a guide at the end of this brief volume.
She gives us a brief history of Vern and the opening of the barriers
between Faerie and the Mundane. She also provides a couple of
excerpts from her previous publications. All in all, this is a
delightful introduction to Vern and his world. If you want to start
at the beginning, or if you want to get better acquainted with Vern
and his world, visit him at his website
Given the day I was having, it came as no surprise that
when I got home, I found the dogs sprawled in a drugged sleep and the
sounds of things being overturned from within the warehouse. I
decided not to bother with subtlety, but I did resist the urge to
burst in with flames going full-blast. I had questions first.
Naturally, I walked straight in to find an automatic
weapon—yep, a bona fide black-market AK-47—and I thought only
Faerie lived their clichés—and six other weapons of various types
pointed at me. I didn't stop, just closed the door with my tail while
I strolled in slow and placid-like. My visitors had shaved heads,
faces painted white with clown paint, and black t-shirts with
swastikas in white circles.
"If you're the housekeeping service, you're fired."
"You stay right there, or we gonna fire you!"
said one guy from the sidelines as he held his nunchucks at the
What'd he think he would do—whack me on the nose? I
turned to the one holding the assault rifle. "Scraping the
bottom of the barrel with that one, weren't you?"
"He's right. You just stay still while we search
"The place" was a ten-thousand square foot
warehouse with offices on the upper floor. Boxes I still hadn't
opened line the walls and made a maze in the second warehouse room. I
settled myself on the floor and rested my head on my crossed arms.
"Go ahead. I get half of anything you find."
They stared at me, unbelieving. I smiled back. Mr.
Cooperation, that's me. Finally, Big Gun snarled for the others to
get to work. As he turned his back on me, Nunchucks muttered, "I
got your half. Don't think I don't." Guess he learned such witty
repartee in Hitler Youth Summer Camp.
I watched and listened and waited. With eight teenage
skinheads trashing my place, it was only a matter of time.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you," I
suggested as Nunchucks made a grab for the doorknob to Grace's
"You gonna stop me?" He turned the knob.
"Nope," I said as I closed my ears and my
eyes. Even so, I saw the otherworldly light and heard the harmonious
roar of Divine Vengeance followed by Mundane screams.
"The Heavenly Host on the other hand…"
I waited until the screams died down to whimpers before
opening my eyes and rising.
Four of the skinheads were unconscious. Three may as
well have been; they were curled up in the fetal position,
whimpering. Nunchucks was actually crying for his mommy. Big Guns had
collapsed to the floor as well, the gun thrown away from him. He was
sitting and rocking and making high-pitched keening through the roof
of his mouth.
I'd tell Grace to tone down her wards some, except that
the effect is directly proportional to the evilness of the intent.
Suddenly, I was feeling a little shaky about my earlier entrance.
Knights out of the armor now. I went around, collecting
weapons in the office trash can and poking through pockets. I found
the usual stuff—driver's licenses, credit cards, petty cash… One
kid had a condom; wishful thinking on his part, I knew. Another had a
report card. MLK High. Wonder if he was the one beating up Faerie
kids? Honor roll grades, too. Of all the years I've battled evil,
there were still some things I didn't understand.
As I was returning Big Guns' (aka Rick Matherston's)
wallet back into his jacket pocket, he blinked and focused on me.
"What was that?"
"Angels, kid." Actually a kind of magical
shadow of the real thing, but close enough.
"But I thought
"There's a reason why their first words are usually
'Fear not!' whenever they meet a human."
His eyes returned to their unfocused stare. I almost
felt sorry for him. Then I noticed the letters FARISLAR tattooed on
his knuckles. Faerie slayer.
Most people associate the DragonEye stories with high humor ranging
from puns to slapstick, and in fact, the first stories and the novels
have certainly been crazy fun. But the life of a cynical dragon PI
isn’t all laughs, and Vern has had a few chilling stories to tell
me. Some of these, I’ve sold to anthologies, but some are too long
for that. Thus, I’ve decided to start publishing them on my own.
thing I like to do for DragonEye stories is watch old noir films.
came to me while watching the Maltese
If you’ve never seen it, I recommend it. (Then, reread the story
to see if you catch the in jokes.) I needed something with more
“oomph” than a bird statue, and since Vern has some history with
the Lance of Longinus, it made a good fit. I enjoyed looking up all
the conspiracy theories about the use of the Lance by Hitler, which
is where the neo-Nazi angle came in. To say more would be spoilers,
so please, enjoy the story.
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of the 2010 INDIE for best Fantasy (Magic,
Mensa and Mayhem),
Karina Fabian has imagination that takes quirky twists that keep
her--and her fans--amused. Nuns working in space, a down-and-out
Faerie dragon working off a geas from St. George, zombie
exterminators—there’s always a surprise in Fabian’s worlds.
Mrs. Fabian teaches writing and book marketing seminars, but mostly
is concerned with supporting her husband, Rob Fabian as he makes the
exciting leap from military officer to civilian executive, getting
her kids through high school and college, and surviving daily circuit
torture…er, circuit training.
Read about her adventures at http://fabianspace.com.
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