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Dadirri Series Background

Here are some real-life places on which the fictional places of the Dadirri Series are based.

  • The fictional town of Nanima is rural Wellington, N.S.W., Australia.
  • The main female character has adopted the Aboriginal name of Maliyan, the Wiradjuri name for wedge-tailed eagle (totem for the Binjang mob of Wellington).
  • Fictional Luna Tiks cafe (Four Cats) is across the road from the empty, pink dance school.
  • Cathedral Cave (Wellington Caves) is where Maliyan meets the spirit of Wandaang, who wants his ancestor’s bones back.
  • The tiny fictional town of Yan Yan Gurt (where Maliyan’s ancestors come from) is Stuart Town.
  • Historic Stuart Town cemetery is the Yan Yan Gurt cemetery where Maliyan senses her ancestor’s spirits.
  • The mystic artist character, Euroka, gets his name from a family property in the area.
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Pittown (Book 5 of Waldmeer): Moving On

Different and Better

Although there were nicer shops a suburb or two closer to the city, Merlyn made a point of shopping at the Pittown ones. It seemed to her disloyal not to use them. Besides, she found the people interesting. Not infrequently, someone walked past her and turned their head to give her a second look. They looked like they thought they knew her, but then decided that they didn’t. Sometimes, they looked at her quizzically as if they were thinking that she didn’t belong in Pittown.

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Waldmeer (Book 1 of Waldmeer): The Garden

Chapter 1: One Who Speaks

In the spirit world of a garden, in Waldmeer, on Earth:

The gardener walked into their lives bright and sharp. Her need was covered by a ready smile. She came from a house with walls that echoed loneliness. On the very first day, her eyes were drawn to the little flower in the corner of the garden. Its beauty was in its simplicity. The gardener’s jealousy was already born. She watched it every day. It moved to the breeze and reached for the sunshine. The flower did not complain about the dark, the wind or the cold. Its roots had strength unseen.

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