The Protagonist Speaks

Interviews with the protagonists of your favourite books

Wenn Twyner (of Escape from Neverland by Nils Visser)

wyrde-woods-1-escape-from-neverlandDear readers, remember all the times your mother told you not to stray into the woods? Well, tonight with me is a young girl who didn’t quite listen, and went strolling into the Wyrde Woods. Only a few miles away from the dilapidated council estate where she lives, but worlds apart.

She is here to tell us about what she saw, and how her perceptions were challenged. 



Tell us a little about where you grew up. What was it like there?

I’ve been mangled in the care system for most of my life. Care homes, institutions, clinics and, erm, sometimes juvenile detention. It wasn’t….it wasn’t safe, that’s all I have to say about it. Some places were worse than others, but none offered any sense of security.

Did you have any favourite toys as a child? Any cherished memories?

My cup of tea was reading. I’ve always been a voracious reader. So I suppose my favourite ‘toy’ was Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising series, especially Greenwitch. I literally devoured those books. Reading was an escape from whatever dump I’d been placed in. As for memories…..sometimes I have very vague memories of my mum and dad, a few images, but they’re like blurry photographs, the focus always just out of reach. Then again, I might just be projecting, my imagination playing tricks on me.

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

I ended up at the OJCH in Odesby. At first things were alright, in a forlorn hope kind of way, but then…..things took a turn for the worse there. I went for a walk to vent off steam. A long walk which took me to the large woods north of town; the Wyrde Woods. Except they seem like more than just a woods. It’s difficult to explain but just about everything that happens there seems like an adventure to me. Continue reading “Wenn Twyner (of Escape from Neverland by Nils Visser)”

Nikola Tesla (of Tesla’s Signal by Laura Woodswalker)

TESLA'S SIGNAL - Laura WoodswalkerDear readers, tonight with me is a special person, one who has turned into a cultural icon of our generation. The Protagonist is honoured to welcome Nikola Tesla to the interview couch!

Tonight he will tell us about his amazing discoveries, and his almost unnatural connection to electrical currents.



Can you describe to us your affinity to electricity? How does it feel / look?

As a child I could feel the lightning building up to strike, and I ran to touch it. Miraculously, instead of being killed, I felt as if my body and soul had come alive. The sensation was like you might feel the wind in your face, or a spray of water. I did not realize that others didn’t feel this and that I was something of a freak.

Because of my extreme sensitivity to currents and light, I developed what others might call Phobias. I did not like to look at women’s jewellery because of how it bent the light. I started trying to control this sensitivity through calculations. Numbers, especially the number 3, were like an invisible structure that I wove around the world. I always had to do everything by 3’s. After I nearly died of cholera, I became terrified of germs and reluctant to shake hands. I obsessively washed my eating utensils. People thought I was quite an eccentric! Some even thought I was mad…a ‘mad scientist’ if you will.

How did this affinity affect your scientific work?

My brain was like a finely tuned receiver. I could visualize the inside of devices…and when I built them, they worked perfectly! I could travel to imaginary places and speak with the people I met. My sensitivity became so painfully intense that I thought I would surely die…and that was when I received a communication from a race of energy beings who spoke to me in currents. This was not a hallucination: the Aon were from the dimension of ‘subtle matter’. They spent their lives studying the universe, and now they wished to study and exchange knowledge with me.

This meeting stimulated my brain to make new connections, and I was struck by a most  transcendent vision of the rotating magnetic field, which would become the 3-phase alternating current motor. This was the breakthrough which led to the gift of electrical power for all of the world.

What is your opinion of Thomas A. Edison?

I was raised to behave as a polite gentleman, so I will refrain from using vulgar terms to describe this man. After I invented the alternating current system, he became my bitter rival and launched the ‘war of the currents’ to try to discredit the alternating current system. Yet it was this competition  that led me to stage a series of spectacular electrical shows where I took thousands of volts through my body. The papers called me the New Promethues and the Electric Zeus. I became the toast of New York Society, but more important, I discovered my most incredible ability: like a human capacitor, I  could absorb millions of volts into my body without harm. And in fact it was this ability to channel the current which saved my life, and ultimately the world as well.

What can you tell us about Clara? Any romantic involvement?

Not to be a braggart, but when I became an electrical celebrity, I had many women admirers. Yet I avoided romantic involvement. It interfered with my work. And I feared touching others…it was just too dangerous. Suppose some of that electric current escaped me, during a moment of passion?

Miss Clara was many things. A refugee from Russia…a talented musician…a girl with her own scientific gifts. She idolized me from a young age and dreamed of working with me.  In my arrogance I brushed her aside, but she persisted in following me and she would leap to my defense with clever electrical weapons disguised as jewelry. Since I could not escape her, we finally started working together. I must confess that once we started soldering connections and splicing wires, I immediately felt closer to her than to anyone on earth. Of course, I could not let myself use a word like ‘love’. I was too barriered and vulnerable. Nevertheless, Clara and I were bound together in our struggle against the aliens, and would each have given our lives to save the other.

How did the signal from space first feel? What were your first thoughts when you ‘heard’ it?

I was in the mountains of Colorado, researching high energy current. I created tremendous lightning bolts like Thor himself…but that night all was quiet when the series of rhythmic beeps occurred. I was absolutely sure it came from space. I dreamed that my glorious light-beings, the Aon, had come to visit Earth! Alas, the visitors proved to be something quite different.

What can you tell us about the aliens?

I dreamed of meeting advanced beings and exchanging scientifc knowledge.  But the Sky Voyagers had their own agenda for Earth. When they realized it was I who had built the transmitters, they decided I could be of use to them. And thus began my nightmare when I nearly became their slave and helped them conquer Earth. When I escaped, and learned what they planned to do, I realized that Clara and I were the only ones who could stop them.

Are there any other beings out there?

I have learned that there are many intelligent races in all forms and in all dimensions:  dense-matter beings like ourselves, and others of subtle matter. Our own universe is by no means the only one, but it is part of a myriad of dimensions, parallel realms, levels of frequency. I believe that all matter is sentient at some level, and that the universe itself might be a sentient being.

The time being the turn of the 20th century, where do you see humanity going?

At the furn of the century I believed that electricity could change the human race and bring an age of abundance and peace. I soon became disillusioned. I developed the concept of the “Death Ray”, a weapon so powerful it would make war impossible. But I underestimated the warlike nature of human beings. A change in their very frequency, their soul if you will, would be necessary. I knew that there was no magic gizmo that would bring world peace, and that in fact others would try to steal my inventions for purposes of war. This story is told in another novel, Tesla’s Frequency, which takes place on the eve of WWII. Ultimately it was clear that my only option was to influence humans from the sidelines, from what you might call a different dimension.

is this real, or just imaginary?

I, Nikola Tesla, am a real person who has been forgotten by most history books for over 100 years. My biographies document my electrical inventions, my war with Edison, my failures and eccentricities. There is no historical record of an alien invasion, my more fantastic abilities or my communication with other dimensions. Then again, some people think that “They” are not telling you everything, and you have probably heard that ‘Nikola Tesla was a very mysterious man’. So it is up to you to decide!

Laura Woodswalker is a Writer (Science fiction), Musician (electronica) Artist (visual and paper), Mom, Nature lover. Some of her former occupations include: Nurse, Graphic Designer, Desktop Publisher and Medical coder. Now: cat-shelter volunteer and full-time, all-around creative time-waster. You can find Tesla on the pages of Tesla’s Signal.

Next week we will be hosting a young woman who didn’t heed her mother’s advice and strayed into the woods. Please follow the site by email (bottom-right), via Twitter or like our Facebook page to be notified when the next interview is posted.

#VirtualFantasyCon Blog Hunt – Auden Johnson

Hi, I’m Assaph Mehr, author of Murder In Absentia, and I’m your host for this stop in the Hunt.

If you would like to find out more about the Hunt, please click here –
Somewhere on this page is a hidden number. Collect all the numbers from all the authors’ posts, and then add them up. Once you’ve added all the numbers, and if I am your last author, please head to the official website and click on the ENTER HERE page to find the entry form. Only entries will the correct number will qualify to win.

The author I’m pleased to be hosting for Virtual FantasyCon’s Blog Hop Hunt today is fantasy Author, Auden Johnson.

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Learn the relationships and trials of a new generation of powerful beings. In The Merging Worlds series you meet the Sciell. You’ll discover there’s energy in Darkness. The Sciell use this energy to protect what’s important to them. They age slower and have unusual features like white hair, silver eyes and dark brown skin. Throughout the series, you’re given pieces of the dark puzzle about the Sciell; their history and family relationships and the origin of the energy they wield.

In Jael, it all started with Mascenore Tahylur.

The Darkness was possessed by nine beings who escaped from their world, abandoning their bodies. The Darkness in Jael became their bodies. They, unwittingly, gave it the ability to create energy.

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Humans found ways to access this energy, spells mostly. Getting the power wasn’t easy. Few could touch it without being killed. Though many knew about this energy, many more didn’t believe in it. Those who practiced using it were often killed. They hid in the thick forests of Middle Jael and in mountains to practice in peace.
Their spells ripped open Darkness to get the power. They cut open the nine beings who lived in Darkness. The beings were stuck, tortured for a hundred years. Soon, their minds were so far gone they forgot where they came from. They only wanted freedom.

The nine beings were siblings. The oldest was named Haylan Kahya. He attempted to place his mind in a new body, an adult human. Connecting with Darkness allows you to see other’s bad memories. You get near and those bad memories reach out for you. The new hosts couldn’t handle such horrifying images. They removed Haylan’s mind, killing themselves. After many unsuccessful attempts, Haylan decided to put part of his mind inside a child. He figured, as the child grew, the body would become better able to handle the memories.

He befriended an abandoned child, Mascenore Tahylur. The boy agreed to become a host. Mascenore wouldn’t lose control of his body. Haylan would live inside him, granting him long life and a companion forever. Haylan stayed with Mascenore for years, slowly transferring his mind into the new body, creating a space inside where he could live safely without being tortured. It worked. Mascenore learned to close his mind to other’s twisted memories. Haylan settled inside him. Mascenore became the first Sciell.

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Haylan granted Mascenore the ability to open Darkness and use its energy, without hurting those still connected to it. Haylan was happy. Mascenore soon, was not. Humans knew he was different. They demanded he use his power to help them. Because of his presence, it became difficult for human to access the energy in Darkness. When Mascenore refused to help them, they treated him like he was a demon. His body overflowed with power. It did things, bad things to those around him. He spent years alone, unable to have a family. He became angry with Haylan.

One day, Mascenore found himself in a village that used abandoned children as slaves. He happened upon a little girl and boy in distress. He felt an instant bond with them for these two were already touched by the energy in Darkness. He saved them both. The children had four other friends. Mascenore took all six children with him.

Haylan decided they would be the hosts for his siblings. Unfortunately, too much time had passed. His remaining two siblings became lost in Darkness. They are partially the reason Darkness still has energy. The other part, the Kahya siblings left their ability to create energy inside Darkness. Giving their new hosts power wasn’t their main concern.
Eygress, Bley, Resnick, Orena, Sanher and Sexton became Mascenore’s children. They were the first Sciell family.

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Excerpt from Book 1: The Sciell

“Maggot infested garbage must exist between those ears. I let it go once. You told me you would not walk around alone. I am really tired, Shade, of seeing you bleeding and beaten.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “And if you apologize, I’ll rip off your barren head. You’re apparently incapable of using whatever dim knowledge your moth-eaten brain possesses.”
His angered-fueled words had long since lost any ability to hurt her.
“On top of that, you took half of Wraith’s Lifeblood to launch a physical attack on a Del’Praeli in sceadu. Have I taught you nothing?”
She grinned. “Well, when you put it like that…”
He stopped pacing and faced her. Shade tried not to run screaming.
“This is not a joke, child.”
He raked his fingers through his hair, turning it as wild as his 21 eyes. Nothing Shade said would calm him down. She had to try, though.
“Five years in the human city made me forget how bad it was here. I know Del’Praeli were awful to me. In my memories, they didn’t seem that bad.” Shade unclenched the fist she didn’t know she had balled. Vayle calmed down. “I guess I don’t have…”
His glare cut off her sentence. Once again, she said too much.
“You, baby sister, keep trying to fit your body in a box it was never meant to be in.”
Vayle’s famous saying. His expression eased. She smiled weakly.

About the Author

Auden JohnsonAuden tells stories with words and images. As a kid, she created her own books by folding several construction papers in half and stapling them down the middle, adding her own illustrations. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get away from writing. She holds a B.A. in English, a M.S. in Library and Information Science and a M.S. in Publishing: Digital and Print. She studied Creative Writing in England. She’s an Author/Marketing Consultant for Aubey LLC, a small press publisher. She currently lives in Brooklyn, NY. Her short stories and novellas are on Amazon. Her novels can be found on She loves answering your publishing, writing, personal brand or marketing questions. Email her at

To connect with Auden visit: Website | Blog | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Newsletter

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Hank Mossberg (of Murder in the Boughs by Jamie Sedgwick

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Dear readers, tonight with us a in a paranormal detective – but not of the usual kind. Even though he lives in San Francisco, it’s not quite the one we know. Hank calls himself and his business a Private Ogre. We are here to learn of the darker underside of his world.


What can you tell us about the supernatural underbelly of San Francisco? How do the fae stay hidden from humans?

Strictly speaking, I shouldn’t answer this question. If you were kindred it wouldn’t be a problem, but humans aren’t supposed to know about the undercity. You found out about it somehow, so I guess you’re okay. All right, here’s what I’ll tell ya;

The undercity is located in a cavern below San Francisco. It’s a miserable dark, damp, cold place; filthy and humid and filled with the dregs of society. The undercity is about the same.

You’re pulling my leg.

All kidding aside, I like San Francisco and the undercity. I just hate the way humans have influenced the fae. I think it all began with the undercity. For some reason, the fae thought it would be a good idea to transport parts of their ancient cities to the cavern underneath San Francisco. I suppose there were numerous reasons for this, but ultimately it probably comes down to commerce. Goblins, for example, are extremely capitalistic. High elves also crave wealth and power. And gadgets. Everybody loves gadgets. So the fae have certain needs to interact with humans, yet must conceal their true nature for their own protection. Hence, the undercity. It allows fae and kindred (humans with fae ancestry) to remain close and yet safely concealed. Naturally, they use magic to enhance that concealment. When an elf or some other creature wants to go “topside,” he can use a number of secret access points disguised as mundane things like closets or sub-levels of parking garages. Continue reading “Hank Mossberg (of Murder in the Boughs by Jamie Sedgwick”



Just a reminder to all you lovely readers, that next week Virtual Fantasy Con is running all over the net! Go to a fantasy convention from the privacy of your own wifi!

We’d highly recommend you join the event here:

We would be participating in the event by hosting a stop on the blog tour. Look out for it next week! However, you can also start reading now about all the lovely authors and books who will be participating on the official blog, starting with the interview of our very own Felix the Fox!

See y’all next week!

Sheshamun (of Behind Palace Walls by Erin Chase)

Erin Chase - Behind Palace Walls Book coverDear readers, tonight with us is a woman elevated to the highest order – the Pharaoh’s own court, and then rudely ejected by rivals within. She is here to tell us about life in Ancient Egypt.



What were your first few days in the palace’s harem like?

My first few days in the palace’s harem were very overwhelming! It is the complete opposite of a peasant’s life. I mean the food… goodness! Succulent duck and quail, honey drizzled on everything, fragrant wine, and the sweetmeats… oh the sweetmeats!

Sorry, what was the question again? Oh right, my introduction to the concubine lifestyle. Well on the plus side, I met my great friend Serera in the harem, as well as Manon, the Keeper of the Harem. I loved lounging by the water, playing Senet or Dogs and Jackals, and sharing my intimate secrets with Serera.

However, when it came to dealing with a couple of the other, more established concubines, life was tough! Senra and her partner in crime from the Far East, Tokahiru, sure knew how to make my life a living hell. Continue reading “Sheshamun (of Behind Palace Walls by Erin Chase)”

Captain Hollie Babbitt (of Red Horse by M. J. Logue)

Red Horse - M J Logue

Dear readers, tonight with us is Captain Hollie Babbitt, of the Parliamentarian Army. A scruffy ex-mercenary, his command includes a posh poet, a bad-tempered horse, and a troop made up of every rebel, dissenter and horse-thief the rest of the Army didn’t want.



Can you tell us a bit about where you grew up? What is the best memory of your childhood?

Has my wife put you up to this? That sounds like her kind o’ daft question.
I grew up in Lancashire, in Bolton, on the edge of the moors. There’s some folk as believe I was dragged up not brought up, which I was not. Never knew my mother, and the old – sorry, my father – hated me for better part o’ thirty-six years. Mam died having me, and he always said he’d have took her life over mine, if he’d been asked. That, and he never wanted a lad; he wanted a little girl, if he’d had to have a child instead of a wife.

I grew up a bit wild, bit not wicked. Neglected, you might say. I reckon the old mon thought if he beat me hard enough and often enough it’d do for bringing me up. The daft thing is, he thought he was doing the right thing. Thought if he let up on me I might go off and be a worse sinner than I was. Didn’t want me to bring shame on mam’s memory. Very godly feller, the old mon.

That’s not the sort of childhood you end up wi’ good memories of. Although there was a lass in Bolton that I was very fond of – no, not like that! Well, a bit like that – bless her, she used to look after me, slip me gingerbread, the odd hot pie, when he wasn’t around. I thought a lot of Gatty Norton. The old man taught me my letters, and my manners, but Gatty taught me kindness. Saw her again just before Marston Moor, but that – well. That’s a story for another time. She deserved better.

Oh aye – and she gave me a bit of a fondness for competent women, especially if they’re heavy-handed wi’ cake. But don’t mention that in front of the missus, eh? Continue reading “Captain Hollie Babbitt (of Red Horse by M. J. Logue)”

Thea (of Mistress of Rome by Kate Quinn)

Mistress of Rome - Kate QuinnDear readers, tonight with me is a woman who came to us as a Judaean slave girl, only to catch the eye of our divine emperor. she is here to tell us of her remarkable journey, and about the highest echelons of Roman society.



What were your first impressions of Rome, after being sold to slavery in Judea?

I survived the suicide massacre of Masada when I was about four years old; one of seven survivors. The rest of my family died, and then I was enslaved and brought west. I don’t remember much of Judaea, but even so, Rome has never felt like home to me. It’s hot, teeming, raucous, and quite frequently cruel.

Is Emperor Domitian as bad in person as the senate makes him out to be?

It depends which side of him you see, and he has as many sides as a set of dice. To his soldiers he is blunt, honest, brave–they worship him. To the Senate he is arrogant, overbearing, dismissive–they despise him. To his family is he capricious, fearful, fickle–they quiver before him. To me . . . well. I fascinate him because he doesn’t frighten me. He likes to test that, and it’s kept me alive so far. Continue reading “Thea (of Mistress of Rome by Kate Quinn)”

President Carlos Almanzor (of Revolution Day by T. E. Taylor)

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Dear readers, tonight we are honoured to host a busy man, who nonetheless found the time to be with us. Please welcome President Almanzor to the interview couch!



Tell us about your childhood. What events helped shaped you to be who you are today?

That time seems so distant now, almost unreal.  It was an ordinary childhood, I suppose.  I cannot claim I lived in hardship: my parents were middle class, comfortably off.  They were ambitious, and at first I was willing to follow the legal career they had mapped out for me.  But there were a lot of poorer people in our neighbourhood, and I realised I could use my skills to help them.  That was what set me on the long road that has brought me here, though I had no idea where it would lead at the time.

What first drew you to the revolution?

At first I was a campaigner rather than a revolutionary: I sought social change through protest and through the courts.  But every faltering step towards progress was met by reactionary counter-measures, every demonstration by violent repression.  I came to believe that peaceful means alone could not succeed.  So I talked to the communists, and we all recognised that what we agreed on was more important than what we disagreed on.  We became a broad church united in the goal of overthrowing the Velazco regime.  Thus the Partido Socialista was born. Continue reading “President Carlos Almanzor (of Revolution Day by T. E. Taylor)”

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