Interview of Rikky Cammile from:
The Royal Dragonerers (and The Six book Dragoneer Saga) by M. R. Mathias aka @DahgMahn
1. How did you first meet your writer? It was around the same time Jenka saved Jade from those damned trolls. One day I was doing my drills with Harrold and the other guys, and I heard this voice start narrating everything that was going on around me. To tell the truth It was weird at first, but I’ve gotten used to it.
2. Did you ever think that your life would end up being in a book? To you my life is in a book. What does your ilk say about VIP. No PCP, no wait POV. Yeh. It is all about POV. From my point of view, the first question that comes to mind is, where the hell am I going to get a book. Maybe we could steal a horse and ride to the city. There a lot of books there, but not the kind you read.
3. What are your favorite scenes in your book: action, dialog, romance? Looking back, when I first met Silva, my dragon, it seems amazing. At the time I had already lost my leg to those greedy little goblins and the stump was so raw I couldn’t even put on the prosthetic. We were attacked by trolls and another guy helped me into the bed of a covered wagon hoping to hide. Turned out the wagon was full of dead men and trolls from the previous day. Somehow it caught fire, and the horses ran it into the forest until it wedged stuck between some trees. I was smart enough to roll out of it, but I was left exposed with dozens of trolls closing in, and in tremendous pain. One of the other men rode a horse still attached to a cart right between me and those filthy troll claws, he shit his britches and ran off because a giant silver dragon loomed down over me. I passed out when I saw a mouth full of teeth as long as my forearm slavering right above my face. When I got my senses back Silva and were bond mates.
4. Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you? Do you know who my human female mate is? I mean not only toward the end of that whole series, but since then? Right now? The farking voice in my head couldn’t put one good scene in there where Clover and I were intimate. Crimzon gets so many scenes with her, he is usually off feeding somewhere when trouble finds her. I’d crack that writer in the head with my pegleg if he didn’t stay so far away from me.
5. Do you infiltrate your writer’s dreams? If I could, I’d wake him up with the pain I feel in the parts I no longer have. He would regret trying to shock his readers at my expense, just to cover his inability to write something more original.
6. What do you like to do when you are not being actively read somewhere? We Dragoneers are always being actively read on Kindle Unlimited. I can sit there and refresh the page all day and watch the numbers rise.
7. Are you currently engaged in a relationship? I told you Clover, the stacked redhead that--
“Those are our Wardstone page reads, fat boy.” A male voice that seemed weak or hollow, or something called from off set.
"Who was that heckling us?" asked Rikky
8. Are you happy with the genre your writer has placed you in? Am I just your warmup act? When do I get my hundred gold pieces?
9. Hundred Gold pieces? The offer was 10, but only if Jenka, Marcherion, Aikira, or Zah showed up and answered questions with you. If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be?
Ask me that again.
I was just told the hundred gold piece offer was for all five of you.
March Westin, the First Dragoneer, is dead dude.
If you could rewrite anything in your book, what would it be? Seriously? You got one coming now, Mister. I think we are done here.
10. Do you like the way the book ended? What? I just told you Marcherion died. He was one of my best friends. Prince Richard, and Jenka DeSwasso just up and disappeared. Richard went crazy after his dragon Royal died. He wasn’t a bad person though. And Jenka’s brain sort of melted.
11. Would you be interested in a sequel if your writer was so inclined? Exactly who are you? Who wrote these questions?
“Jenka DeSwasso is in the newest series, Fatty.” The same hollow voice mocked. “And Prince Richard turned into the Paragon Dracus.”
12. Do you believe that you are suitably portrayed in electronic
A roar so loud it caused the interviewer to turn ghostly white and either scattered or paralyzed with fear, everyone who heard it still vibrating their bones.
When the terrifying sound subsided, a beautiful, voluptuous redhead strode in and smiled at Rikky. “Go get the heckler.” She flourished her arms pulling something from her shoulder as she did. “I brought a big leather sack to carry this one home in.”
What?
Rikky hurried toward where he thought the heckler might be, in a pegleg jog, which looked like he was skipping. “Good call on the sack, dear. He shit himself.” He called over his shoulder.
“Stop babbling and get in.” she ordered the man, but Rikky turned the corner around some shrubs and was out of earshot. He had to stop to try and make sense of what he was seeing, though.
There were two full sized human display skeletons positioned as if they were two people having a conversation behind an interview. Another man, this one with muscles and skin, looked to have ran a dozen yards before he fell and put his hands over his ears and clenched his eyes shut. Rikky started to hurry past, but one of the skeletons had a dingy ring around their skull. He acted like he was moving on but kicked the legs of that one as hard as he could.
When the skeleton yelled and started stumbling and cursing, while the other one hobbled off losing some finger bones and a forearm in the deadfall as it went, Rikky nearly filled his own britches.
“No Rikky,” the one he kicked held up its hand bones in supplication. “Don’t kill me.” It let out a hollow sounding guffaw.
“Who are you?” Rikky couldn’t get to enjoy killing someone who was clearly already dead, so he took in a slow deep breath and exhaled some of his frustration. He might still get to kick all the bones apart though.
“Every up-and-coming King of the Realm has to have a messed-up sibling. I am Prince Glendar.”
“Mikahl’s brother? The one the wizard tricked into leading all the men of fighting age out of Westland?”
The skeleton just sat there.
“Hey Clover,” Rikky called. “Did we bring another leather sack?”
