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Almost immediately, I noticed that Sharon and Steve did one thing
that I appreciate tremendously in authorsЧthey don't simplify into
idiocy. Of course, alas, that also may be why they don't have the
readership they deserveЕ They also represent the "universe" as I
have found it to be. By that, I mean that when matters look like they
can't possibly get much worse, such matters almost inevitably do.
Sharon and Steve also seem to understand that life is not a mere
series of adventures, but that what moves life are the dreams and
the hopes of determined people, and that those dreams are
purchased most dearly, with blood, sweat, and tearsЧand usually,
that's just the down payment.

I have my own favorites among the characters, naturally, and one
of them is Pat Rin, the Liaden who is almost an outcast among
Clan Korval because he seems to lack the talents necessary for
piloting. My identification with Pat Rin may be because I was a
Navy pilot to whom piloting did not come naturally for a long time,
much as I wanted it to, and I could certainly understand spending
all that time in the second seat before finally becoming a command
pilot. But then, there are others, such as Priscilla and EdgerЕbut
each reader should find his or her favorite.

Put plainly and simply, I liked the Liaden books, and I Dare in
particular, for a whole slew of reasons. In the end, however, the
reasons don't really matter. What matters is that more people
should be reading what Sharon Lee and Steve Miller have written.
L. E. Modesitt, Jr.
Cedar City, Utah 2001


I DARE by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller
Day 276
Standard Year 1392
Master Jenn's Workshop
Neglit

They had doubted his skill, laughed at him, by Erlady! Took leave
to believe him a once-wasЧa ten-thumbed, aging Terran, half-
blind; incapable of bringing the table silver to luster, never mind to
copy a ring.

That had been before the Liadens.

They were Liadens, right enough, with the pretty cantra pieces
dandled like candies 'tween their slender elvish fingers and sweet
words of flattery in their mouths.

Truth owed Erlady, it were the cantra pieces spoke loudest. A man
and his grandson, with three cantra pieces to draw against, lived