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The Protagonist Speaks

Interviews with the characters of your favourite books

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Assaph Mehr

Felix the Fox is a failed magician (not his fault he couldn't pay tuition and got thrown out), a discharged legionary (honourably discharged - even if the dice were loaded), and a full time investigator of crap no one else wants to touch. Assaph is just the guy putting words on paper for Felix.

Rhona “The Heretic” Hunter (of How I Survived the Cthulhu Apocalypse, by Richard Weber)

Dear readers, tonight with us is a young woman who bore witness to a series of cataclysmic cosmic events. She speaks about facing vicious abominations, droves of those who have become mere husks of their former selves, and a dangerous cult bent on sacrificing our world to The Great Old One.


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

Atlanta. It was like any other big city, full of opportunities and barriers to those opportunities. Leaving there for Lexington, during what we now call the Cthulhu Apocalypse, was bittersweet. It was my home.

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

My telescope. I was an astronomy nerd from the get-go. I learned at an early age (about 10 or 11) how small the Earth was compared to the vastness of the cosmos.

My most vivid memory is spending summer vacations at Lake Allatoona with my parents. I’m an only child but was allowed to explore on my own. One summer, I discovered a hidden door in the cabin we were staying at. It was in the empty bedroom where we stored our luggage. It was a small door under the staircase that ran up to the loft on the other side of the wall. I went inside and discovered a small library of books stacked up in a pile and covered with dust. All were books by H.P. Lovecraft. I took them all and read them the rest of the vacation. I owned them up until the events in 2028 that changed the world forever.

What do you do now?

I kill Lovecraftian monstrosities, and eventually (hopefully), Cthulhu himself. I also am a co-General for The Elder Sign Army – working with Generals Ben “The Nameless One” Walker, Frank “The Lawman” Hodges, Roger “Dirge” Young, and Gail “Star” Simpson – to organize a resistance against The High Priest and his Cosmic Church of the World Eater; fend off the aforementioned monstrosities; and am preparing to take a stand against Cthulhu upon his arrival at Red River Gorge in the coming weeks.

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Ayela and Kamille (of The Kult of Salom’Sileyum, by Zachael T J Presgrove)

Dear readers, tonight we bring you the transcript of a live interview with two characters from a fantasy world not our own. They are here to talk about an attack from an ancient god, a government determined to cover it up, and a heartbroken elfan maiden certain to find answers, as they embark on a journey of mystery, terror, strange magic, and cosmic powers.


Host: Good afternoon Kamille and Ayela- or should we call you Tsana [Teh-Shaun-uh]?

Ayela: No, please; Ayela is fine. It’s the name I’ve always answered to and known.

Host: Very well, then, Ayela- I have to say, you have a lovely accent! Where did you say you came from again?

Ayela: Well, I was born in a country called Songriveii on my world, but when I was just a baby, I was kidnapped and taken to an orphanage. I don’t really know who did it or why, but that’s how I ended up in the northern part of the Empire of Enthedrill. My accent comes from there.

Host: Gotcha! On earth, we have a country called France. Your accent seounds very similar to that- anyways, I’m getting off track. Welcome to Protagonist Speaks, where we sit down with the very people at the center of stories all across the vast universes of- well, of reality! We prepare a list of questions so our audiences can get to know you better!

Ayela: It’s a pleasure to be here- also, how did you manage to get that portal open to get us here-

Host: That’s not important- anyways, I’m joined here with Ayela Rhexa, a beautiful crimson-haired elvish woman from the world of Thaerv, and her best friend, Kamille Lameen, another gorgeous Korokian elf from the same world! They’ve been through so much as members of the secretive hacktivist group called ‘The Darklings’-

Kamille: Let’s not start announcing-

Host: daring to battle the third-rail capitalist regime that set their world ablaze in war; the Empire of Enthedrill. And even more: they’re doing so without spilling a drop of elvish blood-

Ayela: there’s no need to share our methods-

Host: Let’s give them a warm round of applause!

Crowd: [Applause]

Host: Now, before we begin, I know there are concerns about the things you answer being aired on television in your world. I want to reassure you that we do not have connections to any of the worlds we retrieve guests from. The only television networks we broadcast on are the ones here in our own universe on earth. You can rest assured your confidentiality will be utterly honored.

Kamille: I have so many bloody questions.

Host: And so do we! Kamille, I hear an accent in your voice as well, though a bit more British. Are you not from the same area where Ayela gew up?

Kamille: No, actually. I was born in eastern Enthedrill, in a city called D’Vnora [Div-Nor-Uh]. My family and I lived in the lower half of the hold, called the undercity. It’s rife with poverty and racism, and for elves of color like myself, law enforcement painted targets on our backs. Most of my family was slaughtered in a raid by the police.

Host: That’s… That’s horrible! I can’t imagine going through something like that! Is that why you joined the Darklings?

Kamille: We don’t join, per say. We’re recruited, and from there we can accept or decline. Our leader, a figure dubbed Ruat, has a way of getting a hold of us and letting us know that we’re in, and then we’re told who to talk to from there. The only one who came to us differently was Ayela, here.

Ayela: Yes, I was given a message that told me I was the last, and I went straight to Kamille without any prompting to do so.

Host: Fascinating. We’ll get back to all of that, but before we do, I want to touch a bit more on your upbringings. Ayela, let’s start with you. I know you explained you were orphaned, but let’s get a bit more into the details. From our intial interview, you explained that no one adopted you. You had to learn and study on your own, and when you were sixteen, after you graduated from primary, you applied for citizenship into Enthedrill, using the orphanage’s owner’s surname as your own?

Ayela: Yes. I watched most of the kids I grew up with get picked by families, but they were all ‘ivory elves,’ so they had a much easier time than I did.

Host: Ivory elves?

Ayela: Elves that look like you. Pale skin, gold or brown hair, blue or green eyes. I’m a Songrivan elf. Our country’s royal family is rumored to be a pure bloodline, meaning they’re inbred, so anyone with red hair, freckles, and purple eyes like mine are overlooked. They call us ‘blood elves’ as an insult.

Host: But your race isn’t the only reason you were overlooked, is it?

Ayela: …No, it’s not. I’m also something called a divine logician. I was born with telekinetic, telepathic, and reality warping abilities, and growing up, I struggled to control them when I had emotional outbursts. The Orphanage’s owner was the only one who looked after me, and he put me in dance classes at a young age.

Host: And when you got your citizenship, you had already learned three cultural arts of dancing?

Ayela: Correct. I also took on martial arts classes from a few different cultures, and advanced pretty far in those styles. All of this, of course, was to hone and control my powers.

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Amber Yu (of The Bonehead Resistance, by Narelle King)

Dear readers, tonight with us is an ordinary Australian citizen who found herself embroiled in extraordinary events. After her son is taken hostage, she must race from leafy suburbs to the dusty outback, confronting merciless soldiers and terrifying monsters.


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

I grew up in north-west Sydney. My parents have lived in the same small brick house in Eastwood since they immigrated from China, a couple of years before I was born.

They had this great backyard full of fruit trees. I used to climb the trees and make myself sick eating the fruit. My mother was always tearing her hair out trying to get me to do homework, but I just wanted to be outside.

A few years ago they sold half the backyard to a developer who owned a couple of properties next door. He whacked an apartment tower on them, so now they only have a small vege patch, and nothing grows well because it’s always shaded.

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

I spent hours jumping on our trampoline. This was in the 90s, so there was no padding or safety nets or anything, if you weren’t careful you’d land on the springs or the metal bars. One of my cousins fractured her leg falling off it.

When I was a teenager my friends and I would lie on it and talk for hours.

What did you think when you saw the Boneheads for the first time?

I was in shock. Just that morning Adam and I had been laughing at the rumours about the PM working with monsters. We thought it was a joke.

And the Boneheads were terrifying. Those black pits they have for eyes – they’re like something out of a nightmare. I watched them gun people down in the street. I’ve seen a lot of death since then, but I don’t think I’ll ever stop having nightmares about that.

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Liam Baxter (of The Devil’s Finger, by Sandra Bond)

Dear readers, tonight we bring you an alternative view point — that of the antagonist. He brings us a unique perspective on the world of stand-up comedy, and that of shapeshifting cryptids and catastrophes, and carpet warehouses that make for a witty supernatural thriller.


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

Born and brought up in the Thames Valley in southern England. I shan’t name the town, or I might turn this whole interview into a screed of hate for growing up in a small town when the big city is right on the horizon and you yearn for it but you’re too young.

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

I had a ton of toys. In fairness, my folks were pretty decent; my dad had a good job at Heathrow Airport, my mum didn’t have to work, no brothers or sisters so I got all the attention. I’ve always liked attention. Whether that’s because my parents gave me so much, or whether my parents gave me so much because I craved it, I honestly don’t know. Anyway, I got into acting as a teen, and won a scholarship to drama school, which with my folks’ money was just enough to let me attend. Sadly, I soon found out that most actors and most people in entertainment are massive jerks, and often bent to boot.

Bent?

In every sense of the word. Don’t play the innocent! You know what I mean, mate.

I suppose I do. What do you do now?

You know that too, but I guess I’d better go into detail. I run TheStagedoorJohnny.com – the nonpareil website for British show biz gossip. When I finished drama school I knew I could never be a performer myself, but I’d made a good many contacts and I figured I could use them. And that’s what I’ve been doing all my adult life. Along with ancillary stuff like articles for the red-top tabloids, the odd hasty show biz biography, that kind of thing.

What can you tell us about your latest adventure?

I always have plenty of irons in the fire, but I guess you want to know what I’m prying into right now. Well, you know Jemima Charfield? The fat comedian, who was married to Chaz Singleton out of the Omega Mice? Yeah, her. She bust up with her manager pretty spectacularly not long ago. In public; Jemima’s as bad as Chaz for making public scenes. Her manager, Eddie, isn’t the kind to forgive, or give mercy fucks, but all of a sudden they’re best buddies again, and something stinks to high heaven. I want to know what’s going on, there. I’m convinced there’s a story for my site to be unearthed; a big story.

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Liu Mei Xing (of Callisto 2.0, by Susan English)

Dear readers, joining us tonight is a filtration specialist from the future. She is here to tell us about life on the Shambhala space station, experimenting with exploding food and creating sustainable space cuisine as she navigates the challenges and wonders of living in microgravity.


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

I was born and raised in Shenzhen, China. I love the city’s mix of tradition and modernity. Living near the coast was fantastic. It was the best of both worlds, a vibrant city life and beautiful nature. I can still remember the smell of fresh produce and local treats at our local market, and the mountains and ocean are incredible.

Of course, Shenzhen has its challenges too, like social inequalities, which made me want to give back and make a difference. But it also has a rich cultural heritage with festivals and dances.

Growing up in such a diverse place made me curious and adaptable. Those traits have stuck with me and guided my journey, but my roots in Shenzhen keep me grounded and motivated.

Did you have any favourite toys as a child?

Oh, for sure! I had a few favorites. One was a Smart Origami Set, a gift from my parents. It combined the ancient art of paper folding with modern technology, and I was able to create these intricate, animated paper sculptures through an interactive app on my tablet. It sparked my creativity and got me hooked on my cultural traditions and technology!

I also had a collection of robotic pets. There was one in particular I absolutely adored. It was a robotic bird named Tian, which means sky in Chinese. I took it everywhere with me! Tian could sing, and we would even perform duets together. So much fun!

What are some of your cherished childhood memories?

I remember weekend family outings to the mountains. We’d get away from the busy city life and simply enjoy the great outdoors. My dad liked to teach me all about different plants and animals, and he made sure I appreciated the natural world. As you know, China, along with the rest of the world, was hit pretty hard by global climate change, and he wanted me to understand its impact, but also to see the real progress scientists are making in restoration efforts.

One of my most special memories was a trip with my grandparents to a local folk festival. I got to participate in a traditional dragon dance and even wore a piece of the dragon’s costume! The whole experience was so exciting and full of energy, with traditional music and vibrant colors, and it made me feel connected to my culture and community.

What do you do now?

My official role on the Shambhala Orbital Laboratory is Filtration Specialist, but my responsibilities have evolved since I first started with the Foundation. I also work with a colleague, Fae, on food production. Recently, we succeeded in creating a brand-new recipe which was a big hit with the crew! It felt like a major accomplishment to have a meal made entirely from food grown on Shambhala. Oh yeah, I sometimes organize karaoke sessions at our Friday night socials!

But working on Shambhala is not just a job for me; it’s a way of life. The philosophy of unconditional love and support that permeates our organization aligns perfectly with my own values. I feel truly grateful and honored to be part of the Foundation.

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The cast of characters (of A Gryphon’s Tale, a web-serial by Jess Mahler)

header for a gryphon's tale. A mountain lion-harris hawk gryphon walking infront of mountains. Text: A Gryphon's Tale

Dear readers, tonight with us are Cesario, Lefeng (known to the others as the Trial-Parent), Marcus, and The Great Goddess out of Jess Mahler’s queer web-serial A Gryphon’s Tale. They are here for a party, crossing the various stories they appear in.


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

Cesario: The city of Messaline. I grew up with my father and brother. I think it was in Italy?

Parent of the Trial-Family: City-folks. How do you manage with never knowing where you are?

Cesario: Says the nomad.

Marcus: Gotta go with Trial-Parent on this. I know Shakespeare was light on detail, but if you don’t even know what country you grew up in, that’s not the best.

Cesario: And you know so much about your background?

Marcus: I sprung up full-grown, like Athena out of Zeus’ head.

Trial-Parent: (snorts) 

Marcus: But I was born in the US. A small-town kid with a love of comic books and a willingness to use my fists.

The Great Goddess: Some of us never were ‘kids.’

So you are all from different stories?

Trial-Parent: Yes. We’re part of a serial thing called A Gryphon’s Tale. It’s four to six serialized stories a year. Some stories are shorter and are told over a few months. Others are longer and broken into seasons.

Cesario: Wasn’t your story the first? And still going?

Trial-Parent: We were going to be a novel, but the author needed to try something different. It’s worked out pretty well.

Marcus: Not for all of us.

All: Epsilon.

The Great Goddess: It is a risk the author takes – posting stories as they are written. Some will never be finished.

Cesario: Epsilon was finished. Just… abruptly and not as intended. 

Epsilon? Trial-Parent? I’m confused

Trial-Parent: The culture of my story is such that names are private. One is known by nicknames by friends and distant family, and others use family names. My spice-to-be call me guarding-one and once-walker. I had been Near-Adult of LongStride, but LongStride is no more, destroyed in the great wave. My new family is not accepted by the city, so we are ‘Trial-Parent’ until we gain a true name.

The Great Goddess: A wise people, who know the power of names.

Marcus: Eh, I’m good with the power I get from a gun and a good team at my back.

Cesario: Epsilon is the shortened title for another story, Mighty Hero Force Epsilon. It didn’t work as the author expected, and they ended it early. A happy ending, but abrupt. I am grateful my own story was written in full before the author began working on it.

And who is the gryphon?

Trial-Parent: The author.

Cesario: It’s a bit of a conceit they enjoy. The image of a traditional storyteller with listeners gathered around enjoying the tales. Except the storyteller is a gryphon. They have long subscribed to the idea that monsters in stories represent those pushed to the edges of society. Different, rejected, disenfranchised. Frightening for those who hold power.

Marcus: Yup, and they lean into it. If society labels them a monster, they will be a monster – and tell stories reminding folks that the real monsters aren’t the ones driven into the shadows.

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The Huay Chivo (of The Blood Moon Feeds on My Dreams, by Douglas Lumsden)

With me in the studio today is the creature known as the Huay Chivo, who has through sorcerous means traveled here from the Realm of Tolanica in a nearby parallel world.


Welcome, Mr. Chivo.

Thank you. And, please, call me Chivo.

Certainly, Chivo. My first question to you is a little delicate. At the risk of being rude…

You wish to discuss my appearance, right?

Well, if you don’t mind…

It’s not a problem. As you can see, I resemble a goat with ram’s horns, a row of spikes down my back, glowing red eyes, human-like hands and feet, and a long, bare rat-like tail.

And some rather impressive pointed teeth!

Yes, quite handy when you’re a carnivore. And, to anticipate your next question, no, I wasn’t born in this form. Underneath all this, I am as human as you are, though with considerably more skill manipulating supernatural energies.

You mean magic?

That’s as good a word as any, I suppose. Many centuries ago, I was the most powerful sorcerer in the region of Cutzyetelkeh, roughly the equivalent of the Yucatan Peninsula in your world. Back then I was known as Lord Cadmael, and I ruled a large and sophisticated kingdom. Then the Dragon Lords emerged from a parallel world called Hell and conquered the entire planet. I successfully resisted two of the dragons—Ketz-Alkwat and Manqu—for decades, but eventually I was overcome. Or so they tell me. My memories of the end of my kingdom and the years that came after are vague. I’m dimly aware of wandering for centuries in my current form, mindlessly hunting and surviving. That’s when they began calling me the Huay Chivo: the Goat Sorcerer.

I was warned that I should avoid the lethal gaze of your glowing eyes.

[chuckling] That’s a bit dramatic. When I’m hunting, I bring down my prey by meeting their eyes with my own. My ‘lethal gaze,’ as you put it, causes extreme nausea, and when my prey is helpless—I strike! I developed this spell when I still maintained a human form. It was an entertaining way to intimidate anyone foolish enough to oppose my leadership.

I see…. Chivo, you say you wandered mindlessly for centuries. That obviously changed. What happened?

I’d reached a very low point in my life. I wandered into an urban metropolis called Yerba City on the tip of a peninsula. Geographically, it’s the equivalent of a place in your world called San Francisco, and there are some similarities. Unfortunately, the urban environment was not suitable for me in my bestial state. Also, I came to the attention of certain agencies of the government that wanted to capture me for the Dragon Lord. I wandered through alleys, eating whatever game I could find: dogs, cats, racoons, amikuks…

Amikuks?

Nasty little critters that swim through the earth. Maybe you have a different name for them. Anyway, I was searching for a meal early one morning when I ran into a strong-willed gentleman named Southerland who was able to resist my nausea spell. I was impressed, and I decided to move into his abode, in part to keep myself from the prying eyes of the Dragon Lord’s agencies. Southerland has a small room he uses sparingly to mechanically launder his linens. I found it an adequate place to pass the days in sleep before my nightly activities, especially after I was able to convince my new host to provide me with regular meals. In return, I keep his living space secure against enemies and thieves. It was, and remains, a suitable arrangement.

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Eiric (of A Planet Called Imagine, by N. A. Walker)

Dear readers, tonight with us is an interplanetary settler, from a group of humans which escaped Earth. He’s here to tell us about exploration expeditions with centuries old technology, with survival of the species hanging in the balance.


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

I was one of the first children born after we landed on the planet we named Imagine! Our ‘Generation Ship’ was taken apart to form our habitat, where I lived my first twenty years. My childhood was pretty happy and uneventful. Went to school every day and learned science. Ate meals in the dining hall with the whole community. Worked out in the recreation center in the evenings.

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

I really liked the building toys we had in school for our “creativity breaks”. We really didn’t have many toys of our own, because we didn’t have much room in our quarters, especially because I had to share a room with my two younger brothers.

Memories – The only thing that stands out was the day my friend Pritz showed up with a baby Beast that he’d met out on the plains. That was pretty cool. When it grew up Pritz taught me how to ride it!

What was your job?

When I graduated from school I was assigned to Maintenance. It was pretty boring. Changing lightbulbs. Fixing broken toilets – pee-uw! I was glad to get away from that.

What are you doing now?

I’m proud to be part of the first expedition into the mountains since the one twenty years ago when my father died. The colony desperately needs resources, especially metals, so we are following the creek up into the mountains to see if we can find where the ore-bearing stones in the creek are coming from.

What did you first think when you found the remains of the helicopter?

The first thing I thought was that maybe we’d find my father’s corpse in it! I was scared to look. But when we got all the creepers off it, there were no remains there. Also, no clue as to what happened to him.

What was the scariest thing in your adventures?

The first night we were camping out, I started wondering if there were any large predators watching us. Pritz assured us that the Beasts would give us some warning if anything dangerous came close. But I kept glancing over my shoulder when we were sitting around the campfire. But so far, so good!

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Caltro Basalt (of the Chasing Graves Trilogy, by Ben Galley)

Dear readers, tonight we have something different. We reprint an interrogation of a protagonist by a border guard. The guard is rightfully suspicious, as the protagonist is a master thief, a selfish drunkard, and as it happens, stone cold dead.


‘Name?’ asked the demanding crow behind the tower-like lectern. Her break of a nose was impressive enough without somebody playing the practical joke of dressing her in feathers.

‘What in the One-Eyed God’s arse-crack is this?’ I spluttered. ‘I’ve already given my name to the port-master—’

‘Name!’ she yelled. ‘No dawdling! By order of the Allmark, refuse to answer and it’ll be the cells for a rancorous ghost like you.’

‘My name is Caltro Basalt. And what a fine welcome home this is, I must say. I sail all this way from the city of Araxes only to be greeted like a leper? I am a free soul, I tell you.’

‘Home, you say?’ The crone sucked on the end of her quill. ‘Where did you grew up?’

‘Taymar, here in Krass, if you insist on knowing my history. Near the mountains of Kold Rift.’

‘Who’s your family?’

‘I have none.’

‘Your people, then! Or are you refusing to answer?’

In my peripheries, I saw stout Krass guards inching closer, looking eager to teach a ghost like me a lesson.  There were many in Krass who were not fond of my kind. Yet all kinds of locks and doors can be opened with a smile. I tried one on.

‘Not in the slightest, scribe. I have no people. I was born to a pair of healers who lived on the wild steppes. They had me late in life to cure their boredom and had the dream of me continuing the family trade. I preferred stealing things instead, you see. It started with my parents’ clothes and trinkets, then food from the village markets. Enjoyed the thrill of it so much I joined a few Taymar gangs to hone my skills and my nerve. Can’t tell you the number of times my father came to retrieve me from the local prisons, spending hard-earned coin on bribes or favours. I was too young to realise I was dragging my parents’ reputations through the mud and towards penury. When I turned twelve, I didn’t think twice about running away. I did it for me, but in a way, it was to give my parents the peace they deserved. My parents both died the winter after. Swelterflux, the letter said, but it was their time. Quick and painless, and their ghosts didn’t rise. They were buried by the Nyx under a lemon tree with a copper coin in each of their mouths, and through guilt I stayed in Taymar for almost a decade.” I was impressed I’d kept my smile. ‘Does that answer your question?’

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