Tag: Interview

Interview with Killian

This interview is a with a character who appears in Revenant. It was based on a story called Rebel that hasn't been released yet. This was an attempt on my part to follow the more traditional interview format rather than the (slightly confused) story style that I used in the interviews with Pin Wei and Venom. It's a sneak peek of a work in progress, and, as such, has a few rough edges. Still, it's something that readers of the series should find interesting as it gives some insight into how Reaper's friends see him. Enjoy.   “When did you first meet Reaper?” “I was thirteen or fourteen the first time I met Reaper. My father had just been murdered and my sister, Barbany, kidnapped. I was leading a ragtag group of street urchins, thieves and beggars, in a fight against the D’nuran governor. We weren’t doing much of anything except stealing D’nuran supplies and ambushing the occasional patrol, typical teenage rebellion stuff. The first time I saw Reaper I thought he was a bravo, a mercenary, and that he was going to get himself killed. Then, watching him fight, it was like watching a dance. He moved so quickly, it was almost like the D’nuran’s were smoke. I’ve seen him fight many times since then, and it’s always the same. It’s a beautiful thing to see, as long as you aren’t the one he’s moving through. Then it’s terrifying.” “What did you think when you found out who he…

Interview With Pin Wei

The inside of the tavern was low, dark, and smelled faintly of apples and hard liquor. There was an unexpectedly pleasant aroma of roasting duck coming from the kitchen. There was a fire burning in the hearth, but it was mostly coals and produced barely enough warmth to keep the flagstone floor from frosting over. It wasn’t at all the sort of place I expected a bard of Pin Wei’s fame and standing to frequent. I’d been sitting by the coals for an hour drinking mulled apple cider when a young man came and sat in the chair next to mine. I gave him a glare that was intended to send him on his way, but he ignored me, ordering a drink I didn’t catch the name of. “Excuse me,” I said in my most obnoxious tone. “That seat is reserved.” “Oh? Who are you expecting?” He responded in flawless High-Lugenese and I gave him my full attention, examining his face in the dim light. I soon see my mistake. The lack of facial hair that I had at first thought was due to youth, was actually due to my guest being a woman. Her eyes have the cast and dark colour of a Lugenese woman. Her long hair, worked into a multitude of barbaric braids and bound in a tail at the back, is as black as pitch. “Master Pin Wei?” She nods then turns to accept the drink the waitress has just brought. It was in a large…

The Fall

I was sitting in a tavern at a corner table, a pot of tea at my elbow, writing up my notes from my interview with the new royal family of Sehm. No one there knew who I was, or so I had assumed, but someone, somewhere, knew me, and knew where I was, because the young man didn’t even hesitate at the door. I was watching it when he came in, not that I was looking for anyone, I just happened to be looking in that direction, gathering my thoughts, when it opened. I noticed him immediately, and not just because he didn’t wait for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room before moving towards me. No, what I noticed was the smoothness of his walk, almost as though he was gliding over the floor. It was a poorly copied and over-exaggerated version of Reaper’s walk. On him it looked entirely natural, and not as though he were doing anything special, on the kid, it came off as an arrogant demand for attention, like a gun-slinger flinging back his jacket to clear the butt of his gun. That was the second thing that caught my eye. The first was his clothing. It wasn’t a uniform, but it was certainly worth a lot more than anyone else’s in that tavern, and was stain-free, which none of ours were. The young man stopped at my table and I blinked up at him in surprise. “Can I help you?” “My…

Interview with Ysmelda

Sehm is much as Reaper described it, an insignificant city trying too hard to appear important. There appear to have been a few changes since the regime change though, for one thing, the poor-quarter has shrunk to a few back alleys populated only by drunks. The old shop where Var’s temple appeared is gone, replaced by a new establishment selling scented candles that ward off the night-midges, and are thus very popular amongst the women of Astarte’s temple. The palace, with the frequent comings and goings of citizens and merchants, looks more like a guild-hall than the abode of a king, but a popular guildhall. Most of the people look happy, and even those who aren’t, don’t look fearful, just irritated. I wandered around freely until I heard the guards calling the hour, then I presented myself at the only guarded door in the palace, that leading into the royal apartments. The guard there asked my name politely, then sent a page boy inside with news of my arrival. He waited outside, studying me, not as though he saw me as a threat, but as though he was curious about something but too polite to ask. The page-boy returned and the guard let me into the apartment. I looked around quickly, and was immediately struck by how spartan everything was. The furniture was simple, comfortable, well-used but well-cared for. The room looked lived in, as though it was the sitting room in any house in the city. There were probably…

Interview with Strikes-With-Venom

This is an interview I did with Venom some time after writing Battle Pits… I mean, Gladiator. The publisher re-titled it. I left the first part in because, though it’s not really about Venom, it does indicate the sort of situation I was in when I did the interview. Also, some people complained about the sparsity of the description in Ba… Gladiator. So here’s a description of the town where I met Venom, written by me while I was… let’s say, a little the worse for drink. Enjoy.   Strikes-with-Venom hasn’t shown up yet and I’m bored. I’m also soused. I’m sitting in a stinking little tavern in a smelly little town in what can only be called, by an immense effort of imagination, the last civilised country on the western edge of the D’nuran Empire. A couple of days west of here lies the escarpment which marks the actual border, but there’s nothing between here and there but empty rolling hills occupied only by the occasional shepherd. Beyond the escarpment lies the High Plains, barbarian country. The land of the Marauding Tribes. Venom’s people. Given the history between the Plainsfolk and the Empire, you’d expect there to be a strong Imperial presence along the border. You’d be forgiven for thinking there was a chain of fortifications of impressive size and strength here. No one would laugh at you for believing that the border was garrisoned by highly trained legionnaires who are constantly patrolling. The lack of laughs wouldn’t change…