In her hand, she held a steaming bowl of clumping porridge, or maybe repurposed hash.
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Although its taste was barely better than its looks, this mysterious gruel was the only thing the town could provide to feed the army for their extended stay. Lluava had grown accustomed to its bland taste and grainy texture. Nodding, Lluava shoveled down the sludge. Eating quickly was her trick to keep the so-called food from sticking to the back of her throat. In contrast, Varren sat down, whispered a prayer of thanks, and began to eat. They remained silent until Varren had finished.
Since you are my military partner—no, that is not the reason. He was not one to fumble with his choice of words. Eloquence had always come naturally to him, so why could he not state a clear thought now? I want to introduce you to Grandfather and the High Council and, well…I would like you to be with me when I return to court.
Nevertheless, excitement fluttered inside her like a newly fledged bird. Varren wanted her near him. This was his way of admitting how much he needed her at his side. This day had truly brought wonderful news. She was about to say yes when a new thought crossed her mind. Why do you ask? You can leave at any time.
That is great! Tomorrow will be a new and exciting day. As he left, Lluava thought, Oh, what am I getting myself into? Lluava had to hurry so as not to miss the chance to send off her own letter. She had forgotten to do this errand the day before, and with her departure imminent this was the only chance she would have before she left. Attempting to catch her breath, Lluava retrieved the letter from her pocket.
It was surprisingly unwrinkled. Perhaps the gods were watching over her. She handed the parchment to the small man loading full satchels onto his horse. Annoyed at the last-minute arrival, he began to lecture Lluava on the importance of punctuality. She in turn quietly reprimanded herself for her forgetfulness.
An inner heat coursed through her body as she growled out the formal reply. She vowed to prevent future threats to all matrimonial pacts henceforward, but for her it was too late. The child born from the illicit coupling was a warrior goddess—one whom Crocotta would seek to destroy throughout eternity. But what she finds could destroy everything. As Lluava followed the girls, she looked over her shoulder at Apex.
He was stretching his arms out before him.
She suddenly knew that no contender would be able to defeat him. The stone orbs and the two stakes from the arena had been removed. The entire space was bare except for the multitude of young men wrestling among themselves.
There seemed to be no rules, no semblance of order. Soon, animals began to appear as the Theriomorphs shifted into their dual forms. In seconds, one young man had transformed into a lynx, another into a water buffalo, and a third into a crocodile. Flecks of red streaked into the sky.
Were they going to kill each other?
A whistle was heard; two adult men dressed in red ran onto the field, lifted an unconscious victim, and carried him out. Spectators throughout the coliseum cheered, shouted, and applauded the pandemonium. Another young man tried to crawl away from the melee, but a second figure grabbed his legs and pulled him back. The double doors slid open, and he stumbled through them. A safety word, Lluava realized. Competitors were given a way out when they could no longer continue. At least there was some mercy in this horrid display. All around her, the young women seemed enthralled by the brutal show.
At first, Lluava was disgusted. Was the sight of all this pain entertaining? This was all part of a matchmaking ceremony. These females were watching to see which males would prove the most powerful, the most elite, the most desirable. One scruffy fellow shifted into a maned wolf. His ruddy fur flashed around unprepared victims. A water buffalo charged at a limping puma.
A coyote bit into a boar. Apex had not shifted. Lluava thought she might know why. His dual form was unlike any she—and probably the others—had ever seen. Then again, it could be because-- Suddenly, as the large water buffalo turned its eyes toward the huntsman, Apex shifted. The bull skidded to a halt and then tentatively backed away, the whites of its eyes flashing.
Who could blame the buffalo from backing away from a wolverine that size? Lurching forward, the wolverine grappled with the horned beast. In only a few movements, Apex had flung the buffalo onto its side. Blood spurted from the wound.
Then Apex faltered. After receiving degrees from Mercer University in both art and psychology with an emphasis in animal behavior, Wibell moved to New Orleans with her dog, Alli, to kick start her career as an artist and a writer.
Her first literary works blend her knowledge of the animal world with the world of high fantasy. I was born in Texas and raised in Georgia. This is why the main character in The Incarn Series, Lluava Kargen, is from a small village in the southern part of the kingdom with a similar feel to small southern towns in the rural United States.
What do you do to unwind and relax? Outside of writing, I create art in a style known as reverse glass painting. Much of my art, like my writing, incorporates animals. My dog, Alli, serves as my artistic muse and appears in a variety of paintings playing with Mardi Gras beads or throwing a Crawfish Boil.
Other than work, I love exercising, floating down the bayou in my chateau made of inflatables, working with my fitness trainer, and throwing axes. Since I live in New Orleans, there is always a festival to attend or new cuisine to try. Overall, I would say I love to live life. Describe yourself in 5 words or less! Imaginative, creative, empathetic, passionate, adventurous.
When did you first consider yourself a writer? It was only after I published my first book that I thought of myself as an author. Which of your novels can you imagine made into a movie? I would love that same technology used when my Theriomorphs transform to and from their animal forms.