Melissa Scott was born and raised in Little Rock, Arkansas, and studied history at Harvard College. She earned her PHD from Brandeis University in the comparative history program with a dissertation titled "The Victory of the Ancients: Tactics, Technology, and the Use of Classical Precedent in Early Modern Warfare." She has published more than thirty original novels and a handful of short stories, as well as authorized tie-ins for Star Trek: DS9, Star Trek: Voyager, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, and Star Wars Rebels.

She won the John W. Campbell Award for Best new Writer in 1986, and Lambda Literary Awards for Trouble and Her Friends, Shadow Man, Point of Dreams (written with long-time partner and collaborator, the late Lisa A. Barnett), and Death By Silver, written with Amy Griswold. She has also been shortlisted for the Tiptree/Otherwise Award. She has won Spectrum Awards for Shadow Man, for the short story "The Rocky Side of the Sky," Death By Silver, and Fairs' Point.

Her most recent solo novel, The Master of Samar, is just out from Candlemark & Gleam, and Fallen, the sequel to Finders, will be out at the end of 2023.

Water Horse by Melissa Scott

For the last twenty years, Esclin Aubrinos, arros of the Hundred Hills, has acted jointly with Alcis Mirielos, the kyra of the Westwood, and the rivermaster of Riverholme to defend their land of Allanoth against the Riders who invade from Manan across the Narrow Sea. He has long been a master of the shifting politics of his own people and his independently-minded allies, but this year the omens turn against him. The Riders have elected a new lord paramount, hallowed servant of the Blazing One, a man chosen and fated for victory.

The omens agree that Nen Elin, Esclin's stronghold and the heart of Allanoth, will fall when a priest of the Blazing One enters its gates. Esclin needs a spirit-bonded royal sword, a talismanic weapon made of star-fallen iron, to unite the hillfolk behind him. But the same vision that called for the sword proclaimed that Esclin will then betray it, and every step he takes to twist free of the prophecies brings him closer to that doom.


I'm already hoping for a sequel! The world building is gorgeous, the plot is compelling and the characters are unforgettable – if you're looking for more terrific epic fantasy with queer characters, this should be on your list. – Catherine Lundoff and Melissa Scott



  • "Sumptuous storytelling, well-defined characters, and superb attention to detail animate this outstanding epic fantasy from Lambda Literary Award winner Scott (Trouble and Her Friends). // Scott crafts an elaborate, rousing narrative of shifting alliances and supernatural intrusions into the natural world while taking the time to establish deep, handsomely delineated relationships and nuanced LGBTQ characters. This is epic fantasy done right."

    – Publishers Weekly (starred review)
  • "Scott's complicated world fills up space, spills off the edges of the page into uncharted territory. It feels real, satisfyingly deep—and at the same time, those tantalising hints of other stories, other histories, made me intensely curious for more. I read Water Horse in a single afternoon's sitting, in a year in which I've frequently struggled to finish novels, or even start them at all. Deft and atmospheric, with Scott's trademark elegant prose, Water Horse is an engaging delight."

    – Liz Bourke,
  • "An epic fantasy novel that reads like science fiction… // Water Horse takes place in a well-drawn, meticulously-presented world where a finely-codified technology of magic is based on music and oaths. The world has a long, eventful history and a baroque social-political structure... // Melissa Scott stirs all of this worldbuilding into her tale very artfully, in ways very familiar to science fiction readers. // …a delicious struggle between fate and free will."

    – Don Sakers, Analog SF
  • "Water Horse is a magnificent and haunting book, a fantasy epic that will sweep you away. Melissa Scott is a writer at the height of her powers, and this is a virtuoso performance from a modern master. // If you are a lover of epic fantasy, queer heroes, or meticulously created worlds so real you could fall into them, you must not miss Water Horse."

    – Jo Graham, author of the Locus-nominated Black Ships and the Spectrum-nominated Stealing Fire



Esclin took it and drew the well-honed blade across the heel of his left hand. The skin opened to its touch, blood and pain blossoming together, and he closed his fingers tight over both. He handed the knife back, and Talan took it wordlessly, her hands for an instant almost clumsy. The tower rose in memory, the burning, falling roof and the weeks of fever after; he acknowledged them, and put them away. He was Arra's kin, the lord of Arra's Folk; the flames would not touch him.

The blood was pooling in his hand, hot and sticky. He took a breath, and reached for the water that lay beneath the nenn. The Hidden River was strong and cold even at this slack time of year, the Aurinand just as present, winding out from under the hill to spring to life beside the great gates, a dozen lesser, nameless channels. Water horses were born and bred in such streams, lay sleeping beneath the ice, curled among the stones and swelling springs; he drew that power to him, river upon stream.

He reached finally into the heart of the nenn, into Rota's sanctum, the White Mistress's well, where a thread of water fell into a bottomless pool, and drew that darkest of waters to him as well. He wound himself in water, drawing its strength around him like a cloak, like cold shadow. The sunlight faded and the flames recoiled, bending away so that the coals cooled and blackened at his feet. The raised platform of the forge shimmered beyond them, and a sudden twist of wind drove smoke in his face, tasting of the hot metal.

The sun was suddenly in his eye, a shard of white-hot light driving into his skull. The flames leapt higher, long tongues snapping at him like whips. He reached for the Aurinand again, for the Hidden River and the White Mistress's well, but the sun beat down on him, drying those streams. He could feel himself weakening, trapped by the power of sun and fire.