THIS IS A COPY OF THE INTERVIEW DONE BY REQUEST FOR PARANORMAL CRAVINGS.
Victoria: First, thank you for agreeing to the interview. I know this is not your favorite sort of thing. Let me take just a moment to make sure your readers are on the same page, so to speak. Stalkson Grey, is a werewolf who first appeared in The Order of the Black Swan serial saga in Book Two, The Witch’s Dream. His character, as king of the Elk Mountain, Idaho werewolf tribe, was arrogant and more or less insufferable.
Grey: Now just a minute!
Victoria: He turns up again in Book Four, Moonlight, and gives a rousing performance as my somewhat loosely associated version of Red Riding Hood’s big bad wolf. Now then. Grey, I understand congratulations are in order. The elders named you king of the new northern werewolf colony in Lunark dimension.
Victoria: Forgive me for being blunt, but I thought you didn’t want to be king, too much responsibility and all that.
Grey: I didn’t. I don’t. It just turns out that I hate being told what to do more than I hate having the responsibility for everybody’s welfare.
Victoria: I see. So how is it going? I see you’re looking rather casual.
Grey: (Glances down at his pants and smiles. He was shirtless and wearing the same soft doeskin pants that Deliverance favors.) Yes. We don’t have many functions that require waistcoats.
Victoria: Waistcoats. No. I suppose not. Those pants look a lot like what Deliverance wears. And didn’t I hear that you named the new colony Deliverance?
Victoria: Yes? Just yes?
Grey: The demon hooked me up with the pants. The new colony is named Deliverance.
Victoria: Okay. Shall we assume the colony was named for the demon?
Grey: Assume whatever you like.
Victoria: Come on. Work with me a little here.
Grey: All right. I named it Deliverance partly because the demon brought us here, partly because we were delivered from years of worry and misconception about extinction of our species, partly because of the reality of being delivered from the cancerous, avaricious behavior of the humans, and partly because the migration was my delivery into a new life. Like being born again.
Victoria: (It took me a minute to absorb all that.) Wow.
Grey: (He rolled one shoulder in a graceful, athletic shrug.)
Victoria: So how’s Luna? It can’t be easy to be a new wife and adjust to life on a frontier at the same time.
Grey: (He blinded me with a boyish grin that made him look like he was in his early twenties.) Happy. Pregnant. With twins! (He chuckled.) She tells everybody that Lunark Dimension was named after her. She’s well-liked by the other human mates and her skills as healer, well, we needed them. She’s teaching the others.
Victoria: (I couldn’t help but smile at that.) That’s nice, Grey. I’m glad it’s working out for both of you. When are the babies due?
Grey: Mid-winter. We’ll make it work.
Victoria: Do you want girls or boys?
Grey: (He grinned again.) Girls.