Meet Grey Malkin

In Mariposa, a little tale written by our own Carolyn, there's a certain character who steals whatever page he's on. His name is Grey Malkin and he's well... in his own words...



So you disappeared after Mari's grandmother died. Mari thought you were dead also. Can you tell us where you went?

No

No? What do you mean - no?

Exactly what I say. Do you expect me to reveal secrets that have been hidden for centuries? Secrets that all familiars are sworn to protect?  I have never understood why humans call cats curious. Humans are more curious by far, and will dare much to satisfy that curiosity.

Well, really, cats are curious too, far more curious than humans, in my opinion.

Ah, but that is a human's opinion. I rest my case.


You have very strong opinions for a feline. Are most cats like you?

You must know they are. However, I must admit I'm a touch above other cats, even those who are familiars. I think it comes from the quality of witch we're assigned to. I've always been lucky that way; the gods can have a capricious sense of humour.

Were you aware of the dragons and other animals in the mountains and their secrets? And if you were, why didn't you tell Mariposa?

Of course I was aware. What Rose knew, I knew. I went to Bonne Terre with her. But some things a person needs to find out for themselves. What use to tell them when they won't even admit there's such a thing as magic? Humans do not have that inherent sense of the world about them, as cats do. No, not even witches.

Do you think Mariposa is a strong witch? Does she have the same strength as her grandmother?

Mariposa is stronger than her Gran could ever hope to be. Why do you think Rose didn't take care of the Evil herself? She would have, if she had the strength. Mari was our only hope. And, of course, she had me to help her. How could she fail?

You weren't the only non-human character that affected the outcome of Mari's story. Do you have anything you want to say about Horace, the donkey, stealing some of your limelight?

In the first place, Horace is a mule, not a donkey. I see no need to insult him, even if he is an idiot. Secondly, he did not steal any limelight that belonged to me. That would be impossible. I am a cat, after all.

~**~**~***~**~**~***~**~**~***~**~**~***~**~**~***

We don't do a lot of giveaways on this blog because generally, nobody enters.

With that said, we'd like to offer a free copy of Mariposa to a commenter chosen at random as long as there are more than three commenters. (And Lea doesn't count because she has a freaking copy!)

So if you'd like to read an extraordinary story, leave a comment about an animal in the comments. The winner will be announced once Mollie decides on one (she's my random chooser).