What is Another Man's Storm about?

And where did this story come from?

Have you ever owned an item that someone else could use?

I was told, while spending much of my time next to the Navajo reservation, that it was customary if someone complimented you on something that you owned, you were to give it to them.

I’m not sure if this is true. It’s what a Navajo man told me. In a way, it seems extremely neighborly and perhaps I was being taught a better way to live. At that time and place, I did not pick up on the lesson, and withheld the gift in question.

Was I being told the truth? Or was I being manipulated?

Maybe I am naive, but I believe that custom to be true. I have never known a more generous and proud people as those who make up the First Nations. Sadly to say, I’m not as nice. But I will take this custom and plant it in one of my stories, gifting it to a people whose habitat is in the rugged terrain of the high country of a continent, who depend on reindeer for transportation, for milk and for food. Who live simply, bother no one, practice their own customs, make their own tools by hand, weave their own wool, forage for their food, their only enemy the elements. But for all the hardship they endure, they are keepers of none other but those magical and wonderful beings.

Dragons.

Let me see where their customs lead.

Will a trusting people honor their visitors so dearly that when ambassadors come from the lowland and admire the service of their beasts, our heroes offer their magic and strength as a means of friendship?

Will their trust be well placed? Or will they be shamelessly fooled and robbed of their treasures?

Join me as I write Another Man’s Storm.