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Interviews with the characters of your favourite books

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October 2025

Sonja Vinzler (of Kepstadur Keep, by R. G. Sartain)

Dear readers, tonight with us is a woman trying to find a way to bring her brother back from the dead. Though educated in magic, it is still an uncharted territory. She is here to talk about haunted places and the undead, as well as family ties.


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

Jrendavar is great — a little grey, so I’m told, but you get used to that after a while. A peaceful country for the most part, at least in the West where I’m from. The nearest city is Helslidir, though these days, our vineyard might be better known. Snow’s Grove Vineyard. My grandparents were the first to discover magic to grow grapes where grapes really didn’t want to be grown. 

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

If I’m honest, it’s hard to remember too far back. There was a time where my siblings and I would bind hay into little stick-figure people. None of them lasted long enough to become favorites. We spent a lot of time with our imaginations, my brother, sister, and I. They were both talented with perception magic early on — illusions and hallucinations and whatnot. So maybe “imagination” isn’t quite the right word.

What do you do now?

Oh, well… Well, I’m a bookkeeper, actually. Or I was. Once I get back home, I will be again, probably. Numbers just work in my head. I keep up with figures for most of the businesses that work with the vineyard. I am nervous to find out who’s been tracking everything in my absence. Surely someone has…

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

Sure, yes… What is there to say about Kepstadur? It was pretty cold for the summer months, even here. Beautiful, but cold. And definitely haunted. There were times I couldn’t hear my own thoughts, the voices were so loud. It was hard to know the real from the fake — and losing that certainty in yourself is pretty jarring. I knew the magic there would be strong, but the revenants… that first attack still rattled me. 

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Admiral Nil (of Sons of Taldra, by Duane Simolke)

Dear readers, tonight we bring you a reality show from an alternate reality, one where the human home world comes together under a constitution based on the Iroquois Federation. Our guest is here to speak about interplanetary conflicts, as a race of alien shapeshifters is intent on using people as a food source.


Welcome to the season premiere of Lalololalo’s Celebrity Show. Over the past forty years, you’ve known me as the gossip master who interviewed wallscreen actors, hologram designers, pressure tournament champions, and the like. Well, today, I’m the luckiest woman on the planet Valchondria, because the Top Maintainer herself is my special guest, Admiral Nil! Tell us a little about yourself, Admiral.

As you mentioned, I am Admiral Nil. As the commander of the Maintainers, I keep the world safe.

How would you describe the Maintainers to people who don’t know?

That’s a disturbing thought. We are a combination of military and police on the human home world, Valchondria. We guide Valchondrians in their daily lives, to keep them safe from disrupters and heavy hazard thoughts.

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

I had many toys, and I organized them in my room according to size and cuteness. Larger was always cuter. That was before the time when everyone regained the ability to see in color, but I imagine the largest toy was more brown than the gray shade I saw. It was a hiliate, a huge crustacean that our Valchondrian ancestors kept as pets and a mode of transportation.

My parents knew that I displayed the superior genetic code of someone who could attend one of the elite academies that train the Maintainers. They even knew, somehow, I would one day lead the Maintainers. I talked of little else, though I eventually found a boyfriend and told him we would become married one day. My spouse is very ill now, and our son is the only comfort in my life. No, my job is the truest comfort, but I do love my spouse and my son. They are treasures.

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

While we’re facing a deadly outbreak of influenza, a spaceship is on a trajectory to Valchondria. As your audience hopefully knows, we outlawed contact with anyone outside our atmosphere years ago, because one of our ships of colonists encountered a hostile alien race called the Naadloosh, while our other ship of colonists became so entangled in an ancient religion that they named their colony planet after their supposed holy book, Degranon.

I’m admittedly concerned about the ship that’s approaching. The Naadloosh never found Valchondria. We have a planetary defense system, but aside from the occasional meteor, we have never had a situation that tested its effectiveness. I don’t want to find out how well it can defend us. The Naadloosh slaughtered the colonists immediately. They were just waiting for a chance to attack someone and kill them. We’ve never understood why. It was something about their territory, their area of space. They’re a savage species that only bring death. I shudder at the thought of them finding us.

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Alicia Stormwell (of The Witch’s Bestiary, by Evangeline Hunter)

Dear readers, tonight with us is a vet specialising in magical creatures turned reluctant hero. She is here to talk about vampires, werewolves, and manticore poop management.


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

New York City, baby. Born and raised. I’ve been yelled at in ten languages before my morning coffee and once saw a cyclops try to parallel park in Midtown. My mom ditched me when I was a kid—vanished into a cloud of magical smoke or an MLM pyramid scheme, hard to say. I was raised by her sister, Aunt Lydia, who is basically what would happen if Aunt Mame ran a cursed antique shop in SoHo and could hex your ex with a glance. She taught me how to make potions, run a business, and never trust anyone who says “trust me.”

Now, I run a nonprofit called The Bestiary, which rescues magical creatures and gives them a second chance. And thanks to a permanently irritated dimensional witch, my nonprofit is now physically attached to my apartment. The good news: my commute is excellent. The bad news: sometimes a kelpie wanders into the kitchen and eats my cereal.

Did you have any favorite toys as a child?

Most kids have teddy bears or glitter wands. I had a lock-picking kit. Aunt Lydia gave it to me when I was seven. She said, “Sweetheart, your magic’s about as reliable as a goblin accountant, so you’ll need backup.” I also did martial arts, fencing, and the occasional magical beast wrangling camp. You know. Normal childhood.

What do you do now?

Technically, I’m the founder and director of The Bestiary, a rescue and rehab center for legendary beasts. Realistically, I clean up unicorn poop, negotiate with territorial manticores, and rescue abused phoenixes from underground fighting rings.

And okay, fine, sometimes I moonlight as a freelance magical crime consultant. If you call breaking into smuggler hideouts “consulting.”

Also: we accept donations. Like, right now. Seriously. I have a Venmo.

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

Oh, just your average Tuesday. A vampire detective, very broody, very cheekbones, shows up and hires me to help investigate a dead witch and a suspiciously attractive wolf. My bank account says yes before my brain catches up. Turns out, the wolf isn’t just magical. He’s a werewolf. And not just any werewolf: Kyle. Tall, brooding, and somehow always shirtless. Suspicious, right?

Except… he’s innocent. I can feel it. Which means someone else is framing him—and if I don’t clear his name, the real killer might make me their next ritual sacrifice.

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