Summary of A Thread in the Tangle by Sabrina Flynn:
In a shattered realm where gods breathe and battle, sixteen-year-old Isiilde must find her feet among people who both despise and crave her kind. She trembles on a precipice, caught between the lust of men, the greed of kings, and an eternal struggle for dominance. As three powerful kingdoms vie to own her, the fire in her blood awakens, sparking a cataclysm of events that spiral into disaster. A barbarian, a madman, and a timid nymph are all who stand between light and oblivion.
Hello, can you tell us your name and a bit about yourself.
Is that it?
My dear woman, I’m over two thousand years old. If I told you every name I’ve ever answered to then we could be here for a very long time.
Most people give me a bit more information. Aside from your name, you haven’t told me anything about yourself.
Ah, but a trickle of information can be more telling than a deluge. Silence speaks volumes.
It doesn’t make much sense for an interview.
Precisely. You’ve summed me up perfectly.
Right… moving on. Where are you from and what is it like there?
In this lifetime, I was born on Fyrsta, the Realms of the Gods. It’s a rather presumptuous name for a realm, but it’s apt. Our world is full of light and dark; cruelty and kindness; despair and hope. It has been called the birthplace of gods. Time is infinite, and age is irrelevant, until, that is, one tires of living. Then the Keening grants them peace and they return to the ol’River… most at any rate.
Sounds lovely. What was it like growing up?
I imagine it was like most childhoods. What was yours like?
You’re being interviewed.
What’s the happiest memory from your childhood?
The same as yours.
You don’t know anything about me.
Do I what?
I always mind.
Who do you admire most in your world, and why?
Those who hope despite all odds. Without those few brave souls, we would be consumed by darkness.
What do you normally wear?
Clothes of the cloth variety. My lady, allow me to speed up this lovely interview: Chocolate. Yes. A gentleman never tells. My family died in the Shattering. Insane. Lost. No.
The answer to your next questions.
How did you know what I was going to ask?
I’m a seer.
Seems like something you might have mentioned earlier.
It seems that way.
So you know everything about the future?
I know very little; however, I expect a great deal.
What do you expect next?
That your irritation is about to boil over and you’ll cut this interview short.
No. I was going to ask what you thought of this artist’s representation of you.
The artist was certainly generous with the muscles, don’t you think? I’ve always been more on the lean side.
Maybe it’s symbolic?
Perhaps. And no. I’m flattered, but I’m already spoken for.
The answer to your next question.
I wasn’t going to ask you out.
I think we’re done here.
Ah ah! I said you’d cut it short.
And there she goes.
Sabrina lives in perpetual fog and sunshine with a rock troll and two crazy imps. She spent her youth trailing after insanity, jumping off bridges, climbing towers, and riding down waterfalls in barrels. After spending fifteen years wrestling giant hounds and battling pint-sized tigers, she now travels everywhere via watery portals leading to anywhere.
Sabrina currently has five published books and a sixth that will be published this summer. She writes a historical mystery series called Ravenwood Mysteries set in San Francisco, 1900, and an epic fantasy series called the Legends of Fyrsta.
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