Hello
and welcome to the first Monday in November. I don't know about your October, but I'm glad ours is over. We're starting off the week with a chat with Freida Kilmari. Welcome, Freida!
SC:Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
FK: The main character is Magic, who is the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. Ve has two forms: a male and a female form. And they are also a hybrid between all four main magical communities: Witch, Vampire, Shifter, and Fae. This means that Magic has access to all four’s magical abilities, including the elemental, charm, and seer magic of the Witches, the spellwork of the Fae, the shifting abilities of the Shifters, and the speed and strength of the Vampires. In Magic’s male form, ve has access to Fae and Shifter abilities, but in ve’s female form, Magic has access to Witch and Vampire abilities.
It has been interesting to write a character who is so fluid—sexually, having both sexes, gender-related, and regarding their species—and this has been such an interesting writing adventure for me. I’ve learned and experienced so much through Magic, and it’s been a pleasure to ride on that journey with them. I have two more books to write, and I cannot wait to see what I learn, experience, and see next.
SC:Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
FK: I believe there are things out there we can’t explain. Things we don’t understand. Things we may have experience with that we can’t put into words. I’m not sure I believe they’re paranormal or magical, though. Science is just magic we don’t understand yet. Flying was once something only experienced between the pages of books, and now we can travel all over the world by flying thanks to the ingenuity of technology and human’s ever-growing advancement. I think that we are predisposed to thinking about things we don’t know or understand, and that is what makes us such an advanced species (for the most part), but that has also paved the way for imagination, and we look desperately for explanations, for reasoning and understanding, even if that means coming up with reasons that are less than logical. So, yes, I believe something else, probably multiple somethings, exists, but I’m not convinced that magic plays any part in the science of those things.
SC: What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
FK: I’m still working on The Fifth Horseman series. Book two is about to go off to my proofreader while I start working on book three. But I’m also working on a lesbian, steampunk Cinderella retelling that will be a standalone adventure between Cinderella, an orphaned steambot mechanic barely making ends meat, and Princess Meela, a princess, next in line for the city’s throne, who is due to die in 31 days—just like the lifeclock imbedded into her wrist tells her. In this world, everyone is born with a lifeclock in their wrist, which tells them exactly how many days they have left to live. And they whisk off of an adventure to attempt the impossible: to trick fate. This will debut after the Fifth Horseman series, which will be sometime toward the end of next year, and I’m so excited to share it with you all.
SC: It's been fun having you stop by. Come visit anytime. Let's take a look at your book now.
Excerpt 1
He’s tied his shoulder-length white hair up into a knot out of the way, and I get a clear look at his not-frowning face for the first time. It’s aged with years of trouble. I can tell from the frown lines and shadows beneath his eyes, but his face also speaks of an experience the others don’t seem to grasp so heavily. Something about this man draws me in, something dark and twisted. I want to understand his pain, to revel in that darkness with him, to understand what kind of horrors this man can inflict.
Excerpt 2
My head feels light, and my vision is a little dusty. The dizziness lasts a few moments, but the nausea settling in my stomach lasts for a fair few minutes more before I throw up my breakfast on the concrete floor.
When I lift my head to look around, Dea and Arrie stand together, looking at me like I’m some kind of amazing freak of nature. “Angel . . . You changed.”
“Yeah,” Arrie says, “you’re a . . .”
“A what?” I ask, but jump when I hear the masculinity of my voice. Looking down at my body, I’m suddenly naked, but that isn’t the most shocking part. My boobs have vanished, I suddenly have abs, and is that a . . . ?
“WHY DO I HAVE A PENIS?!”
Excerpt 3
The patience she’s using and the time she’s taking are killing me. I’m a bundle of nerves and heat and molten puddles, and I’m pretty sure I will have to take a cold shower after this.
She’s really going to kiss me. She leans closer to my face, but then she pulls back, looking down at me with a genuinely curious smile and whispers, “You’re beautiful.”
I can’t take my eyes off of her pink lips, wondering when they will reach mine. Impatience bubbles closer to the surface, and before I know it, the need to kiss this beautiful woman overtakes every rational thought, and I grab a fistful of her pajama top and yank her face to mine.
Our lips connect, and that tingling sensation her every touch has caused since I got here explodes throughout my body, making me want to feel every inch of her smooth skin against mine.
Her lips move slowly with mine, in tandem with my uncertainty, but that insecurity flies farther out the window as the seconds tick by, and her lips press harder against mine. I want more—more of her, of our lips together, of her breathes mingling with mine—and a frenzied urgency fills me as I crash harder into her, nipping her bottom lip open in a gasp.
She rips my hands off of her thighs and yanks them above my head, pinning me beneath her.
Her lips steel everything from me—my breath, my rationality, my worry over whether this is a good idea—and I meet her with equal fervor. Her hips shift against mine, and I can’t help but respond. I wiggle my fingers free from her grip, return them to her thighs, and inch my fingers closer to the edge of her shorts, feeling her skin cool against the heat of my touch.
She groans against my mouth and breaks away, gasping for breath, and whispers, “Fuck. I’ve wanted to do that since our moment in your closet.”
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