Good morning, everyone! Today we have the wonderful opportunity to speak with a legendary and rare creature–the griffin. Her name is Victoria Drayton and she is far from shy. In her novel A Griffin Scorned by Veronica R. Calisto, Victoria inadvertently makes herself known to the extranormal world, but let’s let her speak for herself…
Welcome, Victoria. We’re happy you could join us. Tell us, please, what do you like best about yourself?
That I try to help people, more often than not.
Nothing wrong with that. What do you like least about yourself?
I’m a chicken. I tend to help others, but can’t raise a voice for what I want.
What’s your greatest source of frustration?
People taking more, from people and society, than they give.
What’s your greatest source of joy?
It’s a tie. The freedom and fun of playing in the turbulent air of Colorado. And the feeling you get when someone gets off the massage table and they’ve got that completely relaxed massage face. It’s kind of awesome.
What really moves you, or touches you to the soul?
Love. In all its forms. A mother scolding her child. A flower feeding a bee in exchange for pollination. Toughing someone with gentle hands and elbows. Despite all the anger and ugliness in the world, love abounds and overwhelms me.
How do you feel about your family, now that you’re an adult?
Sad, mostly. At least about my parents. I mean, I understand the biological imperative which separated us, but I wish I could have the closeness everyone else seems to have with their parents. My brother and I are pretty close, though. He’s a bit of a tumbleweed, but when I need him, he comes.
What is one physical attribute you are proud of?
I don’t know. I don’t really…my beak, I guess. Not many people can crush a skull with a wicked smile.
What one physical attribute would you change about yourself, if you could?
The hair. Seriously. If it would simply listen to gravity without 45 minutes of flat-ironing, that’d be great.
If you were granted three wishes, what would you ask for?
To only need one hour of sleep to be fully rested. To always have exactly enough money when I reach to pay for something. Umm…to have a little more attention from a certain dragon I know. Wait. Is Mal going to be able to read this? Crap. Scrap the last one and say a little more patience in the world.
What three things would you take to a deserted island?
Several good books. Plenty of music with the means to blast it for days. Good company. You are going to scrap that last wish, aren’t you?
Is there anyone in your life that you are attracted to?
Gods, yes. It’s all I can do to keep my thoughts from reaching out and grabbing him when he’s around. I mean, seriously. Yes. I’m pathetic. Yes. Next question?
What scares you about this person?
Still stuck on this? Crap. Well, the easiest way I can explain is that he’s the only person who’s ever made my mind jelly without any effort. I’m on edge and comfortable at the same time in his presence and…I don’t know. I don’t know how to move out of this stagnant, electrified space around him, nor what would happen to me if I did. Can we move on to something non-Ma—him related?
When you walk into a room, what do you notice first? Second?
First, I notice the acoustics, but not in the same way other people mean. I notice how the air feels, whether it’s bubbling with joy, or shifting in sadness. Second? The food.
When you walk into a room, what do you expect people to notice about you?
I don’t expect people to notice me when I walk in. Maybe I blip on the radar when I throw a joke out, but otherwise….
If you could be an animal, what would it be?
I like griffinhood just fine, but if I had to choose another, I might could be a dragon. There are some serious perks.
Victoria—never Vikki—Drayton walked in on her boyfriend with another woman. In her house. In her bed. Rather than eviscerate the fetid maggot spit as she so wanted, she kept it classy. After kicking him out with a warning to never return, she thrashed whatever he deigned to leave behind, and flew off in search of something a tad less cannibalistic to sink her beak into.
Instead of the brown bear she was hoping for, she found some men escorting a chained man none-so-gently toward the nearest cliff. Sweeping in to beat up the louts channeled some of her anger. Saving Mallory Stone—tall, rich, dragon, and so gorgeous he had to be gay—was a bonus, even if she had to reveal the existence of griffins and some of their idiosyncrasies in the process. Mal showed up on her doorstep a few days later begging a favor; his brother has disappeared and he needs her help. Who better than a griffin to claw to the truth of the matter?