Genre: Fantasy, Mystery
Publisher: Azure Spider Publications
Publication Date: June 15, 2018
Character Interview of Jason
Please tell us about yourself. How did you become an investigator?
I was a constable in Pegasus Cove, when I was called to the Library to open my channels for the next level of wizardry. This would allow me to cast more powerful spells. While I was training, the Library chose me to be an investigator and librarian. You see the Library has a mystical intelligence and it chooses who will work for it. Then it assigned me a cat, Edwardynah, which is annoying since I am allergic to cats.
I can imagine how difficult that must make things for you. What’s your investigation partnership with Mortyiene like? How do you divide the work?
There is a powerful necromancer that heads up his section of the Library. He was expecting the next investigator would be a necromancer. He raised objections and insisted that Mortyiene be my partner. It has proven to be a good relationship. She is willing to do things to suspects that I am not willing to do. She also raises the dead so we can find out from them what has happened to them. When we need to go to the Gloaming she usually goes there on her own. People are terrified of her in ways they are not terrified of me, so her more direct approach often gives unexpected results.
Do you like doing investigation work? Why or why not?
I was a detective in Pegasus Cove and I enjoy it. I can use my magic to determine what kind of magic was used. I like solving puzzles and figuring out who has done the crime. And with Edwardynah I am able to track things like scent a whole lot better. And with Mortyiene I can question the murder victim which is very useful.
What’s the strangest mystery you’ve encountered?
I would say the deaths of the gnomes. I couldn’t figure out for the longest time why someone would want to kill bankers. It wasn’t until I was deep in the investigation that I learned about the massacre at the Black Bayou, and that the gnomes knew in advance and were instrumental in the genocide, stealing the wealth of the swamp elves.
What was your first thought upon seeing the horrific crimes done to the priestesses of Levet?
First thought, truly, that gnomes had built the contraptions. They are amazing engineers and create the most complex devices of magic and mystery. The Iron Maiden was on a timer and the gears all had tiny runes. But I quickly dismissed them as there is no profit in killing priestesses.
What are your thoughts concerning Valairia and the animosity between her and the clergy?
The General unnerves me. She has no concerns about modesty. She will stride through the world naked and it wouldn’t bother her. She uses her body to get under my skin. Her animosity between the clergy and herself led me to suspect that she was behind this. She has very strong opinions about what the priestesses can and cannot do. If the priestesses spend too much time healing people and tending to the wounded, then they won’t be in a position to strike against the dragons when the time comes.
If you could turn back time, what was the one thing you would do?
I would stop Adelaydah give her more comfort. If she hadn’t been driven by hate and revenge she would not be in the abyss. Her soul tortured.
Perequin reached for the scalpel. With trembling hands she brought it to her side. The blade skittered across her stitches. Maybe she could wipe it off. Nothing else was in reach of her.
That sound filled her with dread. She screamed and drove the blade into her side, nicking it on the key. A wave of dizziness washed over her, the corrosive poison gnawed at her side. Blood poured over her hand, her grasp becoming slick.
Her fingers slipped on the blood-soaked key but she drew it out carefully. Her fingers, now numb from the poison, fumbled and the key slipped from her grasp. Desperately she felt around with her toe, trying to grip the key and bring it back to her lock. She caught the key on her big toe and started to lift it to her hand. The toe and hand met. She clutched at the key, but it slipped through her fingers, falling to the floor again.
She clenched her teeth. The wound bled freely, dripping down her thigh. She struggled and reached for the key again.
The room shuddered once more. A door appeared before her eyes. Screaming for her goddess’s forgiveness, she struggled, and, with a click, the iron maiden slammed closed.
“Game over,” the voice echoed in the stillness of the room.
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