A.B. Calder
On writing Aeryndor
Why this story. Why now.
Some stories you begin. This one began me.
I have carried the world of Aeryndor with me for over fifteen years. Not as a finished book, not as a plan — as a question that would not let go. A world in which the sun shatters. A young man who sees things others cannot. A machine beneath the earth that sleeps and waits. And the question that runs through all ten volumes: does anyone have the right to control the light?
For a long time I did not know the answer. I believe that was the reason I kept writing.
There were long pauses. Months, sometimes longer — daily life, work, family. But the story never quite let go of me. Sooner or later I always came back. The writing was not a project. It was a place.
Kael Ardyn — the cartographer who would rather look at the world on paper than live in it — is not a stranger to me. He reminds me of someone the world happens to, who observes, who looks for order in things that have none. It took me a long time to understand that this was my story too.
I originally wrote this series only for myself. That it can now be read is still a thought I am getting used to.
The Chronicles of the Shattered Sun are for everyone who draws maps of places they do not yet know. For everyone who asks questions, even when the answers are uncomfortable. And for everyone who knows that some journeys take fifteen years — and are right all the same.
