Ba’chi, Hi’icha, and Ki’ita, Oh My
When I created the Windbrothers’ world, I had carte blanche to do anything with it I liked, which is one of my favorite things about writing fantasy – this is your world, you can build it from the ground up. That’s also one of the hardest things about writing fantasy – this is your world, you have to build it from the ground up, but that’s another blog post altogether.
So one of the things that I did with Windbrothers, was create a special bond that is repeated throughout the history of the Windbrothers’ world. One magic user plus one protector equals a soul bond. The two different halves of this partnership are from different races and sometimes they have to work very hard to find each other and the journey is an important part of their relationship.
The magic users – the ba’chi – tend to be less physically imposing than their protectors – the hi’icha – and, in fact, their magic makes them vulnerable. They have to use a piece of themselves to perform their magic, so it takes energy from them. They’re skills are also sought after, so without a protector, they can be used.
Each magic user has a different magic. Some have a gift for song, some are healers. Other can find water, some can predict storms, and still others can control them. You name it, there’s probably a ba’chi out there who can do it. Some of the magic seems more important, more useful, but there is a use for all of them.
The hi’icha are a fierce race of warrior/protectors. They are physically strong and once they find their ba’chi, they are totally devoted to the detriment of themselves. They usually have all the skills needed to protect, defend and care for their specific ba’chi. Men and women both are hi’icha and they yearn for their own personal ba’chi and don’t feel complete until they find them.
Once they have found their own personal magic user, the two become ki’ita, or soul mates. While some ba’chi and hi’icha go their whole lives without finding their ki’ita, they do not thrive on their own and there is always something missing.
I love the idea of ki’ita, or soul mates, so it was wonderful to be able to create a world with a natural propensity to having them.
In the beginning of Windbrothers: Desert, Surial has never even heard of ba’chi, hi’icha or ki’ita, but as a ba’chi himself, he’s always been looking for his hi’icha, even if he doesn’t know it.
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About the Book
Banished from his homeland, Surial is sent to Azize to run the family business. When he wins a slave, Kade, in a dog race, Surial is unsure what to do with him, as he doesn’t believe in slavery. Kade’s way with horses leads to him being relegated to the stables, where Surial becomes drawn to the big, quiet man.
A proud warrior at heart, Kade has been a slave for too long, and when he is passed to yet another owner, he goes without a fight, no hope left in him. When he discovers Surial’s secret, a fragile friendship blossoms between the unlikely master and the unwilling slave as Kade shows Surial that what lies within him is not a curse but a gift.
In a world of magic, Surial and Kade face their fears and hopes amid dangers that threaten both of them as their friendship is put to the test. What lies at the end of their trials is something more precious than either of them has ever dreamed of.
1st Edition published as Windbrothers by Torquere Press, 2007.
About the Author
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He’ll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.