Jahir is a new student at Seersana University. He is one of the Eldritch, a reclusive species of humanoid espers. He is taken under the wing of Vasiht’h, also an esper, but of one of the Pelted centauroid races. The unlikely pair become friends, as they negotiate psychology classes, cooking, future career choices, and their growing esper bond.
This is just delightful. The complex history of the various Pelted races, uplifted and gene engineered on Earth, fleeing their enslavement there, the description of life on campus and the joy of learning, the coming to grips with some terminally ill patients, the depiction of the joy and difficulties of cross-species friendships, all work perfectly.
This is a very gentle tale, in that there is no overt violence, and very little nastiness (just one bigoted professor), but the actions and choices of the characters have real depth and consequence.
I immediately ordered the rest of the series.
Jahir has gone off to Selnora to a coveted residency position, at the urging of his friend Vasiht’h. He was expecting the work to be hard; he wasn’t expecting to be so affected by the higher gravity. And Vasiht’h realises that the mindtouch he shares with Jahir is important, so goes to follw his friend. He wasn’t expecting the mindtouch to deepen so rapidly, or that he would need to stop Jahir killing himself through work. Can the two friends even survive their friendship?
This is still as delightful as the previous. The world-building continues, as we move to a different planet with different constraints. The various Pelted and other gene-engineered species are well-drawn. And the way Jahir and Vasiht’h are essentially inventing a new medical discipline is fascinating to follow.
This is still a gentle tale, in that there is very little no overt violence, although there are more criminal issues depicted now the characters are outside their somewhat secluded academic environment. But that doesn’t mean it is boring: the challenges are real, they are just addressed by less physical means than we are used to in fiction of this type.
Since Jahir himself isn’t talking, Vasiht’h decides someone needs to make some decisions. If those decisions lead them to the Alliance’s foremost resort planet, where the licensing exams are being held, well… surely they could use a beach vacation. Jahir sits his test, Vasiht’h has some purple drinks with umbrellas on the beach, and they both go home with a renewed sense of purpose.
What could possibly go wrong?
Naturally, he gets more than he bargains for. By the end of his trip, he’ll either know all Jahir’s secrets… or he’ll be dead…