Showing posts with label Dragons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dragons. Show all posts

Thursday, December 4, 2025

The Dragons of Paris HC Spotlight

 

 

Unless they make a great effort to understand each other, war seems an inevitable consequence when two cultures meet. The first time a dragon met a knight, a misunderstanding hurled the world into war. A sudden act of kindness brought the world peace and prevented genocide. Yet it came at a terrible price. 

The Dragons of Paris is about embracing change, even if it's scary. It's a beautiful, life-affirming story told with wit and charm. This story by a leading figure in European comics, and an Eisner Award-nominated Mexican artist, is worth a look. Perhaps more than one!

Here's all the info from Oni Press: 


THE DRAGONS OF PARIS HC

WRITTEN BY JOANN SFAR

ART/COVER BY TONY SANDOVAL


What if dragons invaded Paris during the belle epoque? Writer Joann Sfar and illustrator Tony Sandoval weave their imaginations into a canvas of adventures, battles, sacrifices, love, and humor. A folkloric, playful, and liberating journey, told in breathtaking, epic beauty.


Paris, 1900. For thousands of years, dragons have lived hidden from everyone, sealed in statues and gargoyles throughout the city. Legend has it that only the sacrifice of a being of great magic can protect Paris from their wrath and maintain their slumber. But when a roguish Hawaiian princess rescues a mermaid from suspicious danger, the malevolent shadow of dragons grows once again over the City of Lights. From the catacombs to the parvis of Notre-Dame, a romance is born under the awakening of a thousand-year-old evil.


ON SALE DECEMBER 3, 2025 | $24.99 | 104 PGS. | FC

 

 

Thanks to Oni Press, Magnetic Press, and Superfan Promotions for sharing this story with us.


Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Malcolm Hulke on Dragons & Distrust: Part 2

An SM-64 Navajo cruise missile
reminds us of an earlier era in Florida, USA

When Malcolm Hulke wrote "Frontier In Space" for Doctor Who in the early 1970s, war between the world's superpowers, the United States and the USSR, seemed inevitable. Indeed, it was already taking place. As the Cold War progressed, year after year, both sides circled each other like snarling dragons. While they occasionally belched fire on each other, for the most part they "defended" themselves by building huge stockpiles of weapons--including nuclear weapons--for a war they believed was inevitable. A war to end all wars, in which no one on our planet might survive.

As I watched the story last week, "Frontier In Space" reminded me of a more recent war. The United States believed that Iraq had stockpiles of WMDs, or weapons of mass destruction, which they could supply to terrorists. A few officials argued otherwise, but government leaders were swayed by overwhelming "evidence." So in March of 2003, President George W. Bush declared war, and the United States invaded Iraq. Two months later, he declared "Mission Accomplished." The United States had won its war. Unfortunately, it never secured the Peace. After eight years of constant violence, the United States pulled out of Iraq, but the violence and instability in that country continues.

Thankfully, few of us need to decide whether we will declare war on others. Or do we? Life brings conflict, setbacks, and disappointments. Each day we have to assess the statements and actions of others. Can we believe what they say? Can we trust them to act in our best interests? It doesn't help if they've lied to us in the past, or if we gauge their actions as unethical. It's easy to adopt the attitude of the Earth President, or the Draconian Ambassador, and demand proof of what the other person says before we believe them. In other words, judge them guilty until proven innocent. 

Skepticism and cynicism are easy attitudes to adopt, and safe positions to hold. But shutting others out limits our daily actions, and curtails our potential achievements. No "victory" ever comes without cost, and afterward we will face the long term consequences of our actions. The world is still dealing with the aftereffects of the 2003 War in Iraq. Likewise, the world is still affected by the Cold War, as aging weaponry and nuclear material find their way out of Russia. Can we believe that our own little interpersonal wars will not cast similar ripple affects through the ponds of our lives for years to come?

In "Frontier In Space," the Doctor's nemesis, the Master, developed a way of projecting sound that acted on the fear centers of the Human and Draconian brain. This caused crew members of ships on both sides to "see" those they most feared (members of the other superpower) instead of the Ogrons. After the Human and Draconian fleets had pounded each others' planets to rubble, the Master planned to send in the Daleks to conquer the survivors. In his egomaniacal mind, he no doubt believed that, at some point, the Daleks would exhaust their resources, and he would end up ruling the Human, Draconian, and Dalek empires. Until the Doctor and Jo stumbled on his plan, he was succeeding brilliantly. After all, how could any Human ever trust a race of people who looked like Dragons? How could the Draconians ever trust a race of people who looked so different from them? How likely is it to believe that a third party must be initiating or intensifying the conflict between them? 

Thoughts to muse upon, courtesy of the late, great Malcolm Hulke.

Dragon Dave 

Monday, September 1, 2014

Malcolm Hulke on Dragons & Distrust: Part 1

The Draconian Ambassador to Earth

What causes two nations to go to war? Sometimes, the decision may be traced to a clear aggressor, a government that wishes to exploit another country's resources. But often, the reasons are more complicated, and only emerge in the years or decades following the conflict. It is the latter situation that British author Malcolm Hulke explores in his 1970s Doctor Who story "Frontier In Space." 

As the Doctor and his companion Jo travel through the time-space continuum, the TARDIS materializes in the path of a spaceship. By quickly adjusting the controls, the Doctor lands inside the ship's cargo hold instead. He sets about trying to get his bearings: what century they've landed in, and the region of space they are traveling through. He quickly discovers that the freighter belongs to the Earth interstellar empire of the twenty-sixth century. This ship is transporting flour, and other foodstuffs, from colony worlds where it is grown, to feed the hungry population of Earth. 

When Jo hears a strange sound, she looks out a porthole to see another spaceship approaching. She hears clunks against the outer hull as the other ship docks with the Earth vessel. Weapons begin to burn through the door. The Human crew rush into the cargo hold to defend their vessels against the pirates attempting to board their vessel. Then Ogrons, a tall, powerfully-built simian race of mercenaries, burn through the outer door. The Human crew shout "Dragons!" and reach for their guns. Amid the ensuing firefight, the Doctor is shot, and Jo screams as he slumps onto the deck.

When the Doctor recovers, Jo tells him that all the flour and other foodstuffs have been stolen. Oh, and the Ogrons also took the TARDIS. Then the Human crew wake up, and lock the Doctor and Joe in a holding cell.

While the two great empires of Draconia and Earth once fought an interstellar war, they have enjoyed a period of peace. Until recently, that is. This attack on the Earth spaceship is only the latest in a series of raids by "Dragons," an unflattering nickname the Humans apply to Draconians. On Earth, the World President questions the Doctor and Jo, whom she suspects are Draconian agents. The Doctor and Jo claim some third party is trying to set the two empires against each other. Jo describes the hypnotic sound she heard before each attack, which caused the Human crew saw their attackers as Draconians. 

The Earth president has trouble believing their story. She has never heard of the Ogrons, a race whose members hire themselves out as mercenaries. She finds the idea of their tiny spaceship (the TARDIS) materializing inside an Earth vessel preposterous. And then there's the testimony of the Human crew, who saw Dragons invade their ship. She decides that the Doctor and Jo must be Draconian agents, who somehow coordinated the pirate raid on the freighter. She orders for them to be locked up, and wonders what she can do to prevent Earth from entering into another war. Draconian pirate attacks have disrupted the population's food supply. Members of the Senate, responding to worldwide riots and demonstrations, have added their voices to the military. It seems as if every person on Earth, aside from herself, wants her to declare war. She wishes that she could believe the Doctor and Jo's story. 

This growing interstellar conflict is hardly one-sided. Draconian ships have been raided too. When their crews returned to Draconia, they testified that Humans had attacked them and stolen their cargo. The citizens of Draconia also rely on regular grain shipments to supplement their overstretched resources. Given the testimony of those aboard raided Draconian vessels, and lacking any proof of the Doctor's story, the Draconian Ambassador believes that Earth's claims about their own ships being attacked are complete fictions. This places him in a delicate position, as he is not only the Draconian Ambassador to Earth, but also a son of the Draconian Emperor. He knows his citizens back home are demanding his father take action. He fears that if the Draconian Empire doesn't declare war on Earth soon, the nobles of the court and the military may find a way to cast his father off the throne.

It's a situation that neither side can allow to continue. War seems inevitable, unless the Doctor and Jo can find a way to stop it. But how can they? The Doctor and Jo hold no valid credentials, and the President's most trusted advisors point to a mountain of evidence to remind her why she must declare war on the Draconians. The President would like to believe the Doctor and Jo, but how can she? Isn't her desire for Peace merely wishful thinking? 

It's a dilemma no one should have to face. Should she believe her friends and advisors, and declare war on the Draconians? Or should she believe the story of complete strangers, who urge her to believe in Peace a little longer, and investigate their claims? All of us face times when we must decide to believe in friendships or sever them. We must choose between isolating others, or continuing to believe in them, and thus keep them in our lives. What we do in those situations shape our futures. So what do you think the Earth President should do? What would you do in her situation?

Dragon Dave

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

J.R.R. Tolkien in the Classroom

Tuesday Tolkien

Despite earning high scores in English throughout grade school, and receiving an A and an A- for the first two halves of my thoroughly unnecessary High School English summer school class, my teacher gave me a B for a final grade.  As a result, the administration placed me in a lower track of English for my Freshman year.  This perplexed me, and angered my mother, who had been forced to rearrange her schedule to drive me to and from school during the summer.  Yet, we were assured that, while I was in a lower class, it would count the same academically as the higher track, and prepare me for the regular track of English in my Sophmore year.

Any unhappiness over the administration’s decision melted away as I got to know my new English teacher.  I evidently responded to her, as she gave me an A each semester, and Excellent for citizenship.  In my Freshman yearbook, she thanked me for my hard work, and encouraged me to keep doing my best.   And, just as the administration promised, I graduated to the normal English class for my Sophmore year.

In the same year I was enjoying my lower track English class, most of my other friends had the same instructor who had taught my summer school class.  The assignments he handed out looked harder than those I received, and for the literature portion of the class, he selected Animal Farm by George Orwell.  My English teacher chose a different novel: The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien.  So I got to read a book I was not only familiar with, but thoroughly loved.  When we got to the section where Bilbo talks with Smaug, she even brought in a big cake with a dragon on it to celebrate!  (Yes, knowing me, I probably had seconds.) What can I say?  Truly, all things work out for our ultimate good, right? 

Or at least, all things involving J.R.R. Tolkien, his novel The Hobbit, and those most fearsome, knowledgeable, and yet beloved creatures known as dragons.

Dragon Dave

Rusty: Daleks are more fearsome than dragons, right?
Pocket: Let's discuss this elsewhere, recruit.

Thursday, September 5, 2013

August 2013 In Review


I didn't do much tweaking to the blog in August, but I thought I'd share with you which posts drew the most interest.


Top Ten Posts For August 2013


Post Name                                              Date Posted         Views
1. The Conan Chronologies                      April 4, 2013             60
2. Daleks Love Doctor Who Breakfasts     August 23, 2013       36
3. Postcards from San Diego Airport         August 12, 2013       29
4. Daleks & the Judgment of Solomon      August 16, 2013       22 
5. Norman Clegg's TV House                   July 30, 2013            22
6. Red Dalek Builds Lego Star Wars         August 1, 2013          21
7. Another Way to Train Your Dragon        August 5, 2013         19
8. Catching a Glimpse of Norman Clegg      May 24, 2012         17
9. Looking for Alec & Zoe Calendar: Pt. 1    Nov 28, 2012          16 
10. Ruining Frank Thorne's Red Sonja Art   August 8, 2013       16

"The Conan Chronologies" really caught people's attention. This post covered how Robert E. Howard wrote the Conan stories out of sequence.  I thought many casual fans might not be aware of this, as our concept of Conan is largely structured by several chronologies that were worked out for the barbarian's life.  L. Sprague de Camp and others used this to organize the Conan stories in the landmark twelve-book paperback series.  Then again, readers might merely have liked it because I provided a link to an online Conan comic audio/visual adventure.  While Blogger lists it as having over 80 page views (and climbing) on my total posts list, it hasn't yet added the post to my Top Ten in the Statistics section.

As of yesterday, "Norman Clegg's TV House" had gotten 52 views, which meant it would have placed higher on the list, had I posted it a few days later.  Amazingly, no Last of the Summer Wine fans have snapped up his house in Holmfirth yet.  Come on, folks: this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, to own a piece of precious TV history (and support your favorite fictional character).  If you all don't get with the program soon, I may have to have another talk with my wife. After all, I've been assured that British Matter Transmissions (BMT) will build a station in Holmfirth in the near future.  (Oh, and by the way, my dearest, most beautiful wife, we could always add a bathroom to the first and/or second floor).


"May To December" was created and written by Paul Mendelson,
produced by "Doctor Who" producer Verity Lambert,
and originally starred Anton Rodgers and Eve Matheson.

British comedies in general fared well in August, with three of the top entries related to "Last of the Summer Wine," and the final one related to "May To December."  I wrote three entries on our visit to the English village of Pinner, where the series was set.  (The other two entries were "Looking for Alec & Zoe Calendar: Part 2," and "Verity Lambert's Other Great TV Show.  They rounded out November, 2012).  I know why people love my "Last of the Summer Wine" entries: the series proved so popular it lasted over thirty years.  Sadly, "May To December" remains a little known (or remembered) show, but I'll love it until the day I die.  Ironically, the post didn't actually talk about Pinner, or what I loved about the TV show.  Instead, it focused on how surprisingly difficult it was to find Pinner, and the difference between the English and American road systems.  Ah well, I suppose anyone who's ever gotten lost while driving, or felt lost on the great journey of life, can relate to that.

My article on Marvel Comics' "Red Sonja" Issue 2 didn't generate as much interest as my posts on Issue 1, but I now realize I should have given you folks a summary of that story, so that you could better appreciate readers' reactions to it, and then commented on that. (Maybe I can do that in September).  Still, for one Conan blog and one Red Sonja post to reach the Top Ten Posts for August: that's not a bad reflection on the enduring impact of Robert E. Howard. 

Finally, I must cheer the fact that three out of five Dalek posts in August made the Monthly Top Ten.  What can I say, people love Daleks.  (And Daleks--at least my Daleks--love you).  Three cheers for Daleks!  Hip hip exterminate!  Hip hip exterminate!  Hip hip exterminate!

Dragon Dave 


"Hold on, Dragon Dave!
You forgot about your dragon entry!"

P. S.  Oops!  I can't sign off without mentioning Cressida Cowell's novel How To Train Your Dragon.  It's a fun book, so different from the movie, and yet a story that should be read by all serious dragon lovers.  (And perhaps all non-serious ones too).  Her book reminded me that it's okay to loosen up in your storytelling style, as long as you entertain them.  Like her unconventional story, her illustrations demonstrated the power that even the simplest artwork can wield.  Truly, we're never too old to learn to learn from others' achievements.

P.S.S.  I did add one new feature this month.  At the end of each post, you'll find a line called reactions.  There you have three ways to rate my post, as either funny, interesting, or cool.  So if you've been dying to share your reaction to a particular post with me, but had trouble boiling that down into words, all you have to do is check a box.  That's it, just tick a little box.  It's like voting...actually, it is voting.  It's Democracy in action.  It's your chance to voice your opinion, to make yourself heard, and in so doing make a lasting impact on your world!

P.S.S.S.  I've updated My Ten Most Popular Posts.  If you'd like to read to, you can reach it from the Pages section, or by following the above link.  


Psssst!  I'm through pestering you with the postscripts now, so you can get on with your busy--and hopefully fruitful--day.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Jane Johnson on the Power of a Name


One interesting aspect of Jane Johnson’s novel, The Secret Country, was how she built upon the power of a person’s name. The ancients believed strongly in the significance of names.  Consider two examples from the Biblical book of Genesis.  When God made a covenant with Abram, he renamed him Abraham.  Later, when his grandson Jacob wins his all-night wrestling match, God renames him Israel, and Jacob/Israel then marks their wrestling-spot with the name Peniel.  All ancient religions, myths, folklore, customs taught the importance of names.  This emphasis stretches beyond the past to infuse contemporary society, and will doubtless prove important in our future. 

As writers are particularly smart people, they recognize this, and thus devote significant time to naming their important places and characters.  But rarely does a name’s power factor significantly in the plot.  In The Secret Country, however, Ben Arnold learns how important names can be.  Remember the talking cat he rescues from Mr. Dodd’s Pet Emporium?  After numerous attempts to prove himself, the cat finally relents and gives him his full name: Ignatius Sorvo Coromandel.  

Illustration by Adam Stower

However, he drives home to Ben the importance of not speaking it flippantly.  And when their paths diverge, the cat –who prefers to be called Iggy—tells him, “I own your true name, Benjamin Christopher Arnold.  I can call you any time.”  The same, of course, applies to the cat.  If Ben calls him by his full name, even if they are many miles apart, the cat will know, and he must hurry to Ben’s aid.  So the cat warns him to use his name cautiously, for he can only summon him three times.

Later, when Ben meets the dragon, he is short on time, and wants to convince it that he has only the best intentions.  So he introduces himself by his full name.  The dragon says, “Well, that’s brave of you, giving your true name to a dragon.  The dragon, who prefers to be called Zark, proves to be easier to convince than Iggy, and tells Ben his full name is Xarkandushak.  While Ben cares for the dragon as best he can, he is still a twelve year old boy, and the importance of names, as well as the magic of Eidolon, is new to him.  Unfortunately, he utters Zark’s full name in Mr. Dodd’s hearing.  Mr. Dodd has gained power in Eidolon by learning the full name of many of its citizens, and has used that power to enslave them, or capture them and sell them in our world.  This lapse gives Mr. Dodd the power to command Zark, and forces Ben to voluntarily submit to his authority for a time, until he can summon others to his aid.  Thus, Ben learns the importance of people’s names.

A recent study discussed in The New Yorker suggests that people may invest more readily in the stocks of companies with simpler, and more easily pronounceable names.  Women with more unisex or masculine-sounding names may climb to higher rungs on the corporate ladder than ones with clearly feminine names.  Voters tend to elect political candidates with simple, easy-to-say names.  But this doesn’t mean that people with more complex or difficult-to-pronounce names cannot succeed.  As the article notes, the name Barack Obama didn’t initially roll off people’s tongues.  But my favorite person’s name comes from Jane Johnson.  At one point, Ben meets a selkie, a person who lives as a seal in water but a Human on land.  She goes by the name Silver, but that is just her nickname, what she prefers to be called.  Her true name is She Who Swims the Silver Path of the Moon, daughter of He Who Hangs Around on the Great South Rock to Attract Females.  I’m sure you’ll agree: that’s one powerful name!

Dragon Dave

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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Magical Sacramento Airport


Aside from your safety, there's another reason to mind your manners before the Giant Rabbit Guardian.  For Sacramento Airport offers much to explore.  


Consider this tree that grows out of the ceiling.  Like the magical lime tree of Switzerland, it supports locals with its long, wide branches: in this case, with its illuminated leaves.  As we visited in August, its blossoms had already been harvested for tea.  No wonder the customer's eyes glowed when sipping their Starbucks drinks. 


Or consider this ear trumpet, left many years ago by a hard-of-hearing giant.  


Although old, it has been updated to listen-in on travelers' conversations.  It builds on what it has learned, and offers this information freely to anyone who craves knowledge, via a system called Wikipedia.


Perhaps that was why the children who wrestled on a nearby bench did so with an unearthly quiet.  No shouts, no cries of delight, just silent wrestling.  Even their mother, who occasionally marched over to pull the scrambling pack apart, did so without uttering a word.  For some clutch knowledge to their chests, and only dispense it when recompense is offered.


Although our flight was delayed, we felt a tinge of sadness when boarding commenced.  For Sacramento Airport is a magical place, and we would have gladly explored it further.  Assuming, that is, that the Giant Rabbit Guardian allowed us to.


But one can never be sad when one's dragon arrives.  It was a beautiful beast, and its scales glowed blue, red, and orange in the bright afternoon sunlight.  Once everyone had taken their seats, the dragon abandoned his feed bag, stretched forth his wings, and charged down the runway.  As he took to the air, our spirits soared too.  For flight is a magical experience, and the places a dragon will take you offer endless opportunities for inspiration.

Dragon Dave

Monday, August 26, 2013

Dragon Dave and the George, and another Dragon

In the past, I've had several dogs.  I've even blogged about them. (Why? I don't know, I guess I loved them or something).  But for the last several years, my wife and I have been dog-less, and so it came as a welcome surprise that, during our visit with the in-laws, I got better acquainted with their dog.  


His name is George*, and he proved a staunch and worthy companion. He had these deep soulful eyes that made me feel as if he was really interested in what I had to say.  When I spoke, I could tell he was really listening to me.  He wasn't just sitting there feigning interest, nor was he listening to the first few words of a sentence, while mentally formulating his reply.  He just took my opinions and observations on board like a trusted friend should. 


We went on walks together, and afterward, while we recuperated, I would read Jack Vance's novel The Last Castle, and he would lay down and think about what we could do next.  Usually, it involved more walking, but not always.  


Or we might discuss aspects of Vance's story, such as the large birds with twelve wings that ferried the characters vast distances in large, wicker baskets.  George thought the birds were especially cool.


George had a dragon**, and the two often played together. Although the dragon breathed fire, and was therefore ordered back to his metal bowl by the fireplace after playtime was over, the two seemed to enjoy each other's company, and get along well together.


George: proof that humans and dragons and dogs can peacefully coexist, in a climate of mutual love and respect.  Thanks for the reminder, George, and I look forward to our next visit together.

Dragon Dave

*As George was concerned about his privacy, I agreed to withhold his real name.  For the purposes of this post, I called him George as an homage to The Dragon and the George by Gordon R Dickson.  I enjoyed the novel several times in my teens, and it serves as the first installment in his Dragon Knight series. 

**I never got to know the dragon well enough to ask its name.  Therefore, its privacy is secure.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

The Dragon of Green Acres


In Sacramento, there's a place called Green Acres.  While Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor no longer live there, its current residents care for a wonderland of delight.



You'll find wild animals leaping and prancing around you, while their domesticated cousins fly to your side.


Oink!  Oink!  Oink!

The helpful staff cater to every taste, even those with a burger habit.




Such wonders are only explained when you realize who rules this place, and protects it from the mundane.  No wonder I felt perfectly at home there.  



Now, the challenge is to grasp a little of their magic, and bring it home with me.



You see, my visit Green Acres has encouraged me to dream.

Dragon Dave

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Green Acres