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Tuesday, 14 April 2015

The Eye and the Arm by Andrew Gordon



Author Name: Andrew Q. Gordon

Book Name: The Eye and The Arm

Series: Champion of the Gods        Book 2  
 (Should not be read as a standalone)

Release Date: April 14, 2015

 Pages or Words: 296 pages

Categories: Fantasy, Gay Fiction

Publisher: DSP Publications

Cover Artist: AngstyG






About the author:

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.

He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of twenty years, their daughter and dog.  In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. 'insiders', Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.

Where to find the author:

Twitter: @andrewqgordon




Excerpt:

Miceral grabbed his last javelin and crept toward the starboard rail. The tip of pirate’s prow had just reached their stern. He could see men crouched under the protection of the gunwale. “They’re almost here—be ready.”

Moving faster than the enemy could react, Miceral scaled the short staircase and quickly found a protected spot in the aftcastle. Peering through a narrow opening, he scanned the clusters of men he could see. At the rear of the largest group, Miceral spotted someone who, by clothing at least, appeared to be an officer. With no one else standing out as being the captain, this man became his target.

Springing to his feet, he hurled the spear before anyone could target him. One of the pirates huddled by the rail fired an arrow, which Miceral caught in midflight. Flashing the enemy a wicked grin, he snapped the shaft in half before dropping back behind his cover.

Miceral closed one eye and stared through the space between crates. He watched the men look toward where their officer had been standing, and from the shouts he knew he’d hit his mark. One pirate tried to pull the spear out but failed. When he turned to ask for help, a stream of blood dribbled out of his mouth and over the feathers of the arrow protruding from his neck. Everyone else ducked immediately and remained out of sight.

Miceral traced the shaft’s path back to where Peter knelt, nocking another arrow. He gave his friend a wink and a nod. Before either could enjoy the small victory, a hail of arrows and spears whistled across the deck. Under the cover of this barrage, dozens of grappling hooks landed on the deck of the Rose. Once the barbs dug into whatever purchase they could find, the two vessels inched closer. Miceral heard the faint thud of the two ships colliding and slipped the mace and axe from his belt.

With the ships tethered together, the pirates flipped long wooden planks from their ship onto the Seafoam Rose. Hooks on the ends secured the slim pathway firmly in place. The first wave of invaders ran across the boards, screaming at the top of their lungs. If they expect to scare the crew into surrender, that hope dissipated when four of their number fell dead from a round of arrows.

Miceral used the distraction to leap from his hiding place. Screaming his own battle cry, he rushed the startled pirates. From his right, Emerson and Nathan led the crew in defense of their ship.

The ferocity of the resistance appeared to catch the invaders by surprise. Miceral killed anything in his reach, stalling the attack momentarily. Peter stood next to Miceral and proved the value of all the long hours of practice he’d been put through.

Unfortunately, Miceral couldn’t defend all points of entry onto the vessel. The pirates quickly learned to avoid the armed warrior who moved with the speed of lightning.

The initial advantage of the Rose’s crew quickly evaporated as the pirates brought superior numbers onto the trading ship. To avoiding being surrounded, the defenders fell back to a predetermined, more defensible position. This allowed the rest of the pirates to cross unimpeded.

“Now would be a good time to arrive, Farrell.” Miceral didn’t know if Farrell could hear him, but if he didn’t arrive soon, there’d be no one left to rescue.

“I’m almost there, Ral.” Farrell’s voice distracted Miceral enough that he cut off an opponent’s arm instead of slicing through the man’s neck. “Hang on!”




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Under Glass, by Rebecca Cohen







Author Name: Rebecca Cohen

Book Name: Under Glass

Release Date: April 6, 2015

Pages or Words: 108,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Romance, Science Fiction

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press

Cover Artist: L.C. Chase




About the author:

Rebecca Cohen is a Brit abroad. Having swapped the Thames for the Rhine, she has left London behind and now lives with her husband and young son in Basel, Switzerland. She can often be found with a pen in one hand and a cup of Darjeeling in the other.

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Blurb

Creating planets and guarding the stars leaves novice planet builder Kai Faewiva lonely. For members of Kai’s species who are born with an organ called a caerellon, their true love, their Sun or Moon, is identified at birth. But the novices are people who have lost their perfect love, and Kai’s Sun is long dead, killed in an accident when he was five years old. Or so everyone thought.

After recovering from another bout of the unidentified illness he has battled for years, Kai returns to work.  But his quiet day at the planetarium is thrown into chaos when scans of Goka Prime, one of the planets in the Sol-Alpha2 system, picks up a life-form that shouldn’t be there. Kai’s Sun, Oliver Gyin, is alive and well, but how he got to be on Goka Prime, no one knows. Now he needs to be brought home.

Ollie has lived most of his life in the City of Harrea, never guessing he is from another planet. Surprised to find a stranger means the world to him, Ollie wrestles with his loyalties and the drive to return with Kai. To leave Goka Prime, he must give up everything and everyone he knows. But twenty years apart means Kai and Ollie face a fight to secure their destined future.
































Excerpt:

The East Terrace had clear views of the city and the hills in the distance, and the setting sun bathed the world in hues of red, purple, and orange. “One of the best views from the palace,” Ollie said. “Guests aren’t usually allowed here.”
Kai glanced back to the door. “Will we get in trouble?”
“No, Menish is a personal friend. He won’t mind.”
“Must be good to have a friend who rules the city.”
Ollie chuckled. “We went to school together. I often have to remind myself that he’s the sultan and not the kid who helped me toilet paper the housemaster’s study windows.”
“Very good friends.”
Ollie didn’t think Kai needed to know just how good a friend Menish had been at one point, although what they had enjoyed was nothing more serious than teenage exploration. “Put it this way: he’d have no problem with me showing you this terrace.”
“The sunset is quite beautiful,” Kai said, turning to face it, and Ollie thought Kai wanted to steer the conversation away from Menish.
“Yes. It changes through the seasons, but I think this is my favorite time of year.”
“Then I am fortunate we chose this time to visit and a place on the mission became available.”
Kai’s choice of word in calling his visit a mission was a little strange, but Ollie thought better of mentioning anything. “Oh, you were. The festival to celebrate the end of harvest starts in a few days, and the city is awash with stalls and street entertainment.”
Kai turned back to him, cocked his head to one side, and smiled. “Perhaps you would agree to be my guide for that as well?”
The hopeful expression and the slight smile made Ollie swallow thickly as he stared into Kai’s dark brown eyes in the failing light. Kai bit his bottom lip and tilted his head back a little to look Ollie in the eye, making Ollie lick his own lips involuntarily. His hand twitched to cup Kai’s cheek and rub his thumb across his cheekbone to prove his hypothesis that Kai’s skin would be soft and warm to the touch.
The little voice in the back of his head returned, and it bluntly reminded Ollie he wasn’t a single man. The pang of guilt made him turn away, and he saw a confused look on Kai’s face. Not only was he in danger of betraying Rica, but he was also leading Kai along on a dance that Kai didn’t know Ollie already had a partner for.
He stepped away, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Kai. I can’t do this. While I can’t deny you have caught my eye like no one else, I am not the type of man to be unfaithful.” There, he’d said it, made it clear he was attached, and Kai’s expression morphed first to confusion and then into hurt. “I don’t understand.”
“I have a boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” asked Kai weakly.
“His name is Rica. He’s away at sea.” The devastation on Kai’s face almost made Ollie step closer and gather him into his arms, but he forced himself to put more distance between them. “I’m sorry, Kai. I was so wrapped up in the connection we seemed to share I lost sight of things. I should never have let it get this far, and I must stop it going further.”
“I see.” Kai turned away. “I wish you a good evening, Mr. Gyin. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to enjoy the view a little longer before I find one of the servants to show me to my room.”
“Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Kai didn’t reply, and Ollie retreated back inside, part of his mind protesting that he was going the wrong way, the other part telling him he was doing the right thing. He turned back to see Kai still standing on the terrace, his head bent. Ollie fled, fearing that if he stayed a moment longer he’d do something he’d really enjoy but regret later.

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Sunday, 12 April 2015

A Song and A Seashell by Susan K Flach


BLURB:

Bethany Kuiper is drawn to the ocean. She is also 17 and never tasted love. But like the fluctuating tide, things are about to change. Summer in Rhode Island is just a vacation...until she meets Tristan Alexander...who completely takes her breath away...leading her to answers...explanations for the silent beckoning that has been pulling her toward the reckless waves of the sea.

Everything seems perfect. Until two murders are committed in town, upsetting the quaint summertime community. Disturbingly, much of the evidence points to Tristan. Now Bethany is shaken and confused. And distraught by the knowledge that she is still desperately in love. But will she be able to tread the water? Or will she eventually drown?

Excerpt

Unexpectedly, I can’t move.

I have to remind myself to keep stepping forward. The others turn to look at me as I approach.

“Oh, hey, Bethany.”  I hear Kate say.  But all I can see is him.

As he hears my name, he too glances my way and we make eye contact for the first time. I feel myself flush as I try to look away, but what I see in his face catches me off guard.  For just a moment, he stares hard at me as if in shock or as if he recognizes me in some way. Not wanting to appear awkward or insecure, I resist the urge to look over my shoulder to see if his reaction is meant for someone else. But almost instantaneously, his initial expression is replaced with his former, more casual one, and I am left to wonder whether I imagined the whole thing.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Susan K. Flach has a bachelor’s degree in English and works as an RN at the hospital.  She lives with her husband and two children in Michigan. Reading, exercising, camping, and spending time with her family are some of her favorite things to do. A Song and a Seashell is the first book in her debut young adult romance series. 


Review

There is so much to love about this story. It begins with a sweet little prologue about a little boy and girl making sandcastles on the beach, then slips easily into a story about one eventful summer in the life of seventeen–year–old Bethany.

Struggling with the breakdown of her parents’ relationship, Bethany hopes that a summer by the sea will be just what the whole family needs to recover the closeness they once had, and that seems to be 
slipping away like sand through her fingers.

She picks up new friends along with a collection of seashells, and falls in love with the enigmatic, Tristan Alexander.

At its very base level this is a gentle love story that moves us from one situation, one day, to the next with a smooth, natural flow. 

I was very impressed by the breadth of knowledge about marine life and ecology. There were lessons to be learned, but in such a natural way it doesn’t ever sound like preaching.

If I have any complaints about that part of the story it’s a seeming pre–occupation with the way people look. There are lots of descriptions, not only on initial meeting but down to what outfits people are wearing at various times.

Half way through things start to change. There are unexplained murders, which Bethany is terrified Tristan might have had something to do with, especially as he’s told Bethany a shocking secret, which I feel she accepted a little too easily. Although the secret helps her understand Tristan much better, it raises complications Bethany could never have dreamed of.

It takes a near tragedy to open everyone’s eyes and I thought things were eventually being resolved…until a real tear jerker jumped out at me, and I thought it was all over.

Thank heaven for the Epilogue! Although I have to admit I didn’t quite understand it, there was definitely a happy ending – whether it was intended or not.

Overall the flaws in the story simply made it more charming and more ‘real’. I loved the whole ‘feel’ of the story and the delicate way all the strands are woven together, and I can highly recommend it for teenager and teenagers at heart.


Friday, 10 April 2015

Release Day - Craving Staines by Alina Popescu

Craving Stains Release Day

Synopsis

Wynn Brenwood has been trapped by his mother since birth, shut away in a sterile, hospital-like apartment.

Is it her desire to keep him safe that sees him locked up in his pristine cage? Or are her motives less innocent and well-intentioned?

Wynn longs to break free to experience the world he sees beyond his window.

Desperate to escape, he meets Doyle, a handsome, leather-clad, and enigmatic stranger.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?

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Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00UUE58SU/
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ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-cravingstains-1766728-145.html

Excerpt

A nervous giggle escaped him and he rolled his eyes. It was hard to keep his emotions under control. Twenty years made for one long wait to finally breach the confines of his apartment. He looked around, taking in the large, pure white room with its scarce, minimalist furniture. The wall made of nothing but floor to ceiling windows was his favorite part. Sure, it threw away anything from the sun that was not pure light—UV filters, air cleansing devices, and CDC grade measures all made sure no microbes or bacteria ever penetrated this cage—but it was still his only direct connection with the outside world.

Wynn snorted, thinking of how unnecessary it would all become the moment he stepped outside and returned home alive. Only then would these absurd measures his mother had taken be forgotten. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He had to prove to her he could stay healthy and walk outside. He was tired of the Maid Bot 2000, his computer, his TV, and the books he kept buying. He supposed he should be thankful for the ‘Rise of the eBook’, yet he could not love them, not really, not like a normal reader. The TV programs, the news and stories on the Internet, the photos and videos of faraway places, the gripping stories in the books he read, they were all cruel reminders of the life he’d been denied. A normal human being, even if they never did go to that exotic beach on the other side of the world, still knew they could. They weren’t stranded, abandoned in their own home, with the somber doctor that came to inspect every inch of Wynn’s body as their sole contact with the outside world, other than his mother of course.

He perked up when he heard the click of the outside door opening. It unlocked when a certain code was pressed into the keypad on its right side. Wynn had seen the process through the security system; he’d never been on that side of the apartment. His mother’s high heels clicked on the floor, the hiss of dry showers cleansing her followed. Ten meters of different heads pushing air and heuristic nanobots, mixed into the traditional bacteria- and virus-killing formulae. It was all the rage in disease control: microscopic machines programmed to guess what would make a potentially deadly intruder, and isolate the tiny killers before they could be spread. Wynn imagined it cost a lot, but there was nothing his mother wouldn’t do to keep him alive. To what end, he could not guess. Maybe she just enjoyed having him a prisoner.

A bright smile curved his mouth, this time reaching his eyes. Wynn did not have to fake his pleasure at seeing his mother; it was as natural as it could be this time around. She was taking him outside. He supposed it made sense to even think he might love her one day. If he got to enjoy a normal life, experiencing the outside world, Wynn was ready to forget everything about how she’d kept him locked up and alone for as long as he could remember.

She walked to the armchair he was sitting on, taking step after stiff step. Wynn had always thought he hated the sound of her heels hitting the marble floor, but today it heralded amazing new adventures, so he smiled and stood up. She took his hands in hers, giving them a little squeeze and gracing him with a tight smile.

Moira Brenwood was a beautiful woman, he knew. She was tall and slim, always full of grace, perfect in every detail, from the way her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, to the impeccable line of her eyebrows, and the flawless makeup.

“Good morning, darling. How are you today?” Her voice echoed in the large room, coming back to him with the same rehearsed warm notes.

“I’m great, Mother. Let’s go!” he urged, shaking her hands and chuckling.

“Wynn! Where are your manners?” she hissed through clenched teeth. He saw the disapproval in her look and the way her lips were pressed together. Moira didn’t take too kindly to rude people.

He cringed and gave her an apologetic smile. Damn it, don’t screw this up! Don’t give her any reason to take back her promise of allowing you outside!

Alina Popescu

About the author

Writer, traveler, and coffee addict, Alina Popescu has been in love with books all her life. She started writing when she was ten and she has always been drawn to sci-fi, fantasy, and the supernatural realm. Born and raised in Romania, she finds her inspiration in books of all genres, in movies, and the occasional manga comic book. She is a proud geek who needs her fast Internet and gadgets more than she needs air.

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Tuesday, 17 March 2015

Drama Queens and Adult Scenes by Kevin Klehr



Drama Queens and Adult Themes
by Kevin Klehr

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BLURB:

Adam’s about to discover how much drama a mid-life crisis can be. He’s obsessed with Mannix, the nude model in his art class. But Adam has been married to Wade for nearly two decades, and they don’t have an open relationship.

Little do they know that Fabien, a warlock from the Afterlife, has secretly cast a spell of lust on Adam and his potential toy-boy.

As things begin to heat up, Adam’s guardian angel, Guy, steps in. But what’s the best way to save the relationship? Should Guy subdue Adam’s wandering passions or instigate a steamy threesome?


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Excerpt One:

"Three aces or a royal flush?" asked Maude as Angela.
She was sprawled on stage across a couch. Her lavender dress spread against the striped upholstery, showing her bare feet. In hand was a glass of sparkling water, pretending to be gin and tonic.
Shannon stood nearby, in smart trousers and white shirt, rubbing his chin.
"Your line is 'What do you mean by the poker reference…?'" I said.

"Oh yeah," he interrupted. "What do you mean by the poker reference, Maude?"

"No, Shannon, her stage name is Angela." Our theater president bit her bottom lip. "Now let's start again."

"Three aces or a royal flush?" asked Maude.

"What do you mean by the poker reference, Angela?"

"You seem to hold your cards close to your chest."

"How so?"

At this point, Shannon's character Ronny was supposed to stand perfectly still, avoiding eye contact with a woman trying to seduce him. Instead, he stumbled, crashing into the grandfather clock we spent half an hour trying to get on stage. Its discordant chimes were as shrill as fingernails on a blackboard. Stephen rushed to it, trying to hold it still.

"Are you drunk, Shannon?" I asked.

"Huh?"

Maude gave him a death glare, as he lay clueless on the floor.

"This is a really important scene to get right. There's no comedy. Just coded words from a bored socialite and her young neighbor. If you can't portray this with just a hint of caution, then what are you doing here?"

"Sorry, Adam. I had a rough night. Sugar Daddy threatened to throw me out."

"So you're either still drunk from last night, or you've had vodka in your Coco Pops."



AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Kevin lives with his long-term partner in their humble apartment (affectionately named Sabrina), in Australia’s own ‘Emerald City,’ Sydney.

From an early age Kevin had a passion for writing, jotting down stories and plays until it came time to confront puberty. After dealing with pimple creams and facial hair, Kevin didn’t pick up a pen again until he was in his thirties. His handwritten manuscript was being committed to paper when his social circumstances changed, giving him no time to write. Concerned, his partner, Warren, snuck the notebook out to a friend who in turn came back and demanded Kevin finish his novel. It wasn’t long before Kevin’s active imagination was let loose again. The result was Drama Queens with Love Scenes, the first in a series of Afterlife tales.

Kevin is looking forward to thumping the keys on his laptop and churning out stories until it’s time for him to gain firsthand experience of the hereafter.

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Review

This is quite a complex book, actually, although it doesn't feel like it when you're reading it. There are multiple story threads - the menage a trois with Adam, Mannix and Wade, a contemporaneous story of the (evil?) sorcerer whose spell is causing the mayhem, and the guardian angel trying to limit the damage caused, a memory from Adam's past which is having serious implications in his life now, and finally the play Adam is directing, which has more than a few similarities with the memories and the behind the scenes action. In addition, the story is told from the POV of all the main characters in turn.

As I mentioned, despite the complexity of the weave, the story doesn't feel complex when you're reading it. It has a good flow and a three-dimensional feel to the characters and the story.

I have a few little niggles with the way it's written and some of the grammar used. For one thing, there are times when the action tags are revered - an example in the except 'asked Maude' rather than 'Maude asked'. In some places, this is quite dense. To others, this might not be the slightest issue at all, but it irked me personally.

There is a lot of humour and some wonderfully outrageous one-liners and even situations. Some of the supporting characters are larger than life and they are all well rounded. I loved the cast of the play, in particular.

I definitely think this book is worth reading. From my experience, it's totally unique and although I could guess early on where the story was going, it took some nice twists and turns with sweet and surprising moments and drama liberally sprinkled with humour.





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Saturday, 14 March 2015

The Ragnarok Chronicles by Nicki J Markus


Title: The Ragnarok Chronicles
Author: Nicki J. Markus
Length (print): 678
Genre: Fantasy Adventure/Mythology/Romance
Suitable: 16 years and above













Synopsis

For Ragnarok will be completed….

Nothing marks Cassandra out—except her visions. She’s only ever seen small, insignificant things. That is until the strange frost arrives.

With her normal life turned upside down, Cassandra is plunged into an extraordinary and terrifying world of Norse gods and rampaging giants, ancient feuds and broken prophecies.
A handsome stranger offers aid. But can Cassandra really trust him? More importantly, can she trust her own judgment when his slightest touch sets her heart and her body aflame?

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About the author


Nicki J Markus was born in England in 1982, but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia with her husband. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist.
Nicki launched her writing career in 2011. She published works through Wicked Nights Publishing and Silver Publishing before both companies closed their doors. She is now self-publishing some of her works.
Nicki also writes M/M fiction under the alternate pen name of Asta Idonea and has had several short stories published by Wayward Ink Publishing.
Nicki works as a freelance editor and proofreader and in her spare time enjoys: music, theatre, cinema, photography, sketching, history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel.

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Blog: http://www.nickijmarkus.com/
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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4567057.Nicki_J_Markus

Character Interview

I love character interviews. We get to know a bit about the character, and they're more real when we get to their story in the book. Usually, I name the characters but I'm going to be a real tease this time and leave it to you to guess who it is when you've read the book, which I'm sure you will because it's FAB!!

1) What or who is the greatest love of your life?

Look, I have never had much time for love. In the past I travelled a lot, going here and there for Óðinn. Naturally I met my fair share of women along the way and, trust me, I never left them disappointed. But love.... Who knows, maybe one day, but at present I have a mission which requires my undivided attention. That said, I may have a few minutes free later. *winks*

2) What is your favourite journey?

I have travelled to all the nine worlds bar one, and that one I have no intention of going to any time soon. I suppose my favourite would be Álfheimr. It has been many years since I last set foot there, but I remember it was a peaceful place.

3) What is your most marked characteristic?

Others would no doubt  tell you it is mischief, and I confess I have enjoyed playing the trickster, but just between you and me, I would say it is a need for acceptance. But do not tell anyone I told you that—I have a reputation to protect after all.

4) When and where were you the happiest?

My youth in Ásgarðr, I suppose was my happiest time. Back when my mother was alive, before everything changed.

5) What is it that you most dislike? 

Betrayal... and Heimdallr.

6) What is your greatest fear?

I am a god, I fear nothing! Why are you looking at me like that? Do you not believe me? Look, just move on, I have nothing more to say on this subject.

7) What is your greatest extravagance?

I am not certain I have one—not in the way you mortals do anyway. I have much more important things on my mind. I am the only one left to guard the nine realms after all, and that’s a full-time occupation.

8) What is your greatest regret?

That I.... *goes silent* It does not matter, please ask your next question.

9) Which talent would you most like to have?

My powers already grant me many of the skills and abilities you mortals so often crave. But the strength of my magic does rely upon regular offerings, so I suppose a talent to resupply my own reserves would be useful.

10) Where would you like to live?

Ásgarðr was and always will be my home, and one day I will see it restored to its former glory and I will take my place there alongside the other Æsir.

11) What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?

       To fail in my mission. If I fail in this task, it will mean the doom of all the realms.


12) What is the quality you most like in a woman?

Confidence. I have bedded many women in my time, and I always prefer those who know their own minds, who know what they want.

13) What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?

What is there to deplore about me?

14) What is the trait you most deplore in others?

Disloyalty and betrayal. And believe me I have encountered my fair share of both over the years. I have been accused of both as well, but I can tell you know that is all lies.

15) What do you most value in your friends?

Acceptance, respect, and loyalty. Although, so far I have only found those qualities in one person and he was lost to me.

16) Who is your favourite hero of fiction?

In Ásgarðr we never bothered about such things, but during my current visit to Miðgarðr, I did notice that I myself feature in a number of mortal tales, and so I would have to say... me! *grins*

17) Who are your heroes in real life?

My best friend years ago... he was adventurous and kind. He died, but one day I hope to see him again. Again my mother. She was strong, capable, and did not let the opinions of others sway her.

18) Which living person do you most admire?

Well, I am pretty amazing as it happens *kicks his legs over the arm of the chair and wriggles his eyebrows.
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19) What do you consider the most overrated virtue?

Compassion. It delays action and does nothing to address wrongs or fix problems.

20) On what occasions do you lie?

I never lie... at least not about anything important... and not to myself.

21) Which words or phrases do you most overuse?

By the nornir! I cannot help it—and those three have a lot to answer for if you ask me.

22) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

Why would I change this? *gestures down the length of his body* I have not received any complaints about it so far. Why change what is already perfect? Naturally I have changed it from time to time, but only temporarily when the situation called for it. Once this interview is over, we should retire to somewhere more private and I will regale you with the tale of the time I turned myself into a horse.

23) What are your favourite names?

The names of others mean little to me if that is what you are asking. As to my own names, I have many. Some are less than flattering, but others please me. One of my favourites is Loptr, which means ‘air’, and I do enjoy flying when I have enough magic flowing through me to conjure myself some wings.


24) If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?

What sort of a question is that? I have no intention of dying, thank you very much, and if I did, I would naturally remain as I am now, I would simply be forced to dwell in the realm of Helheimr with my daughter, no longer free to roam the other worlds.

25) What is your motto?

That is a very mortal notion. We Æsir have little use for such things. Though I have come across an amusing series of books here in which I read the phrase ‘mischief managed’ and that rather appealed to me. It would be appropriate, would it not?
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Nephy: I think it probably would. Thank you for the interview. I have to admit you've always fascinated me and it's nice to get to know the face behind the legend - and the rest of you, too. Now, about that more private place.....