Character Interview: Asher from Marie Hall’s Night Series
There is a boutique hiding out between the fractured, narrow store-fronts lining New Gotham’s foggy docks. The shingles are ribbed and black. Washed, peeling paint and displays offering views into wicked leather and lace studded glam. The mannequins are ghoulish beauties stitched together from whatever was left from the last fool to cross one of the sinister witches.
Welcome to Sinister Stitches
“…apparel for a wicked fairy tale.”
A spicy trinity of black magic sisters breathe star-dusted dreams to life with their gothic apparel boutique. They are schooled in the old ways of “fabric-bending” by the Needlewitches of old. With this knowledge, they’ve created an entire line of clothing that all share the same basic design element: one-size fits all. Each garment will magically tailor itself to its wearer once worn. Last time the Witches-Who-Stitch, hosted a literary catwalk, heroines were called from all walks of life and genres to challenge their seamstress skills. This time, their men have joined the fun—apparently, they’ve been sent to the boutique. (Whether they like it, or not.)
The witches were NOT expecting men. Their expertise is usually limited to DEMANDING their husbands NOT wear that in public, and, of course, the fashioning of fantastic clothing for all of literature’s heroines. (New Gotham’s men usually get their goods from Rumpel’s Twisted Threads, BUT that’s beyond the point, the girls put a quill to their interview, changed some bits, and rose to the occasion.)
To enjoy the hilarity, please check out some of the questionnaire Marie Hall’s Asher from the Night series was threatened asked to fill out after he stormed into Sinister Stitches.
THE WITCHES WHO STITCH QUESTIONNAIRE
Please provide the witches with your name: Asher
Please provide the witches with the following:
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: [ ] Short and Sharp, [X] Shaggy and Sexy, [ ] Lush and Long
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: [ ] Ghoulish, [X] Snow White, [ ] Cina-baby, [ ] Mochalicious, [ ] Dark Chocolate, [ ] Other:__________
Please provide the witches with your measurements and body-type.
Height: 6 FT
Body Type: [ ] Skeletal, [ ] Lean and Tender, [ ] Lean and Tough, [X] Ripe and Edible
Do you have any extra extremities? Place an “X” to all that apply.
[ ] Horns or [ ] Halo
[ ] 20 ft. of Hair or More
[ ] Gills and Fins or [ ] Hooves
[ ] Wings (Span: )
[ ] Tail (How many: )
How many heads do you have? (Your boy bit doesn’t count!):
Do you have arms and legs? If so, how many?
2 Arms, 2 Legs
How dead are you? [X] Living, [ ] Undead, [ ] Astral Form
What are you? (Species/Breed):
I can’t tell you that. 😉
What is the occasion? Ideas include: Wedding, Funeral, Sabbath, etc. Oh, and seduction is a valid occasion. The more
details, the better.)
Funeral. Dark and somber attire, but with a flare all my own.
What’s the occasion setting? (Beach, haunted castle, grand ball, etc.)
Will you be fighting for your life at some point in the evening?
When don’t I?
Will you be set on fire? Better yet, will you be setting other people on fire?
Yes, I will. I will tear the whole fucking town down if it means getting Pandora back.
Will you be grave-robbing? (Dirt is a tailor’s tedium.)
Please, I have better things to do with my time. Like disemboweling demons.
What are you wearing right now? Who picked that outfit out? Basically, who let you leave the crypt in those?)
Dark gray slacks, dove gray shirt, and bright red tie.
Do you hope to be naked at some point in the evening? (All right, dirty birds. Such questions are actually intended toward the weres and shifters in regards to their transformations.)
If I knew I could have a minute to spare with Pandora, you’re damn right I’d be getting naked.
Describe your last brush with Death in two sentences. (Helps us plan for the unexpected.)
I gutted the bastard and bathed in his entrails.
Do you need a secret compartment for gigantic swords? Guns and condoms? Eyeliner, maybe?
What are your three favorite colors?
Black. Gray. Red.
What two colors ninja your brain, sweetie?
What in the hell does that mean. NEXT.
Please pick a style that you feel embodies you the best. If none apply, feel free to surprise us by providing your own brilliant description in the “other” slot.
[ ] Dark Angel: This is for the spoonfuls of charming. The good-natured and naughty boys next door types. Thoughtful and sensual. Loyal and intelligent. More often than not, his head is in the clouds, but those dreams and that smile holds hope for all of us. Our philosophers.
[ ] Beast King: This is for the warlords and alphas. The type of men who walk into a room and their presence hushes out the sun. They live in their bodies, but their minds are searching for the next challenge. Hands for fighting and these boots for ass-kickings. Our protectors.
[ ] Smooth Criminal: This is for the bad boys. You know, the types—mother’s worse nightmares. The kind of man that makes your skin itch every time he devours you with that hundred yard stare. Chances are his senses of humor is as wicked as his tongue. To hold him, isn’t to catch him. Our scheming rogues.
[X] Black Knight: This for the mysteries. The ones no one can quite make heads or tails out off. He’s a mixture, a melting pot of strong, sinister, and sweet. He might be Dark Angel one day, and a Smooth Criminal other days. Our brothers.
[ ] Other: _____________________
Who is your favorite comic/storybook villain?
Who has times for fairy tales?
If you could be any comic/storybook book hero, who would it be?
Are you kidding?
Now, tell us who you love the most.
Pandora. I would lay my life down for hers.
Anything else you’d like to add…
My name is Asher, and trust me, you don’t want to meet with me again. It will end very, very badly for you…
After many barrels of chocolate, a dash of magic, and furious sewing…Sinister Stitches’ Gothic Dame and Leather Queen Madame Mari and Brenda Dweyer present Asher’s Completed Threads “Walking Dead”
The fey lingering in the shadows is old, monarch-like butterfly wings dwarf her face in dark shadows, and her flowing Mortisha gown was spun from cobwebs and spider tears. All you can see are her eyes. Slanted, glowing and violet. They’re almost…arachnid. If you’re a woman, you’re just a little disturbed. If you’re a man, you are most intrigued. (If you’re LGBT, you’re lovin’ it.) After all, a Diva never ages. She motions toward the ghoulish mannequin, and a smile pinches her wrinkled, red mouth:
My goodness, Pandora, sure can pick’em, eh? Handsome and ornery, my favorite. *she pays his threatening eyebrow raise no mind, happily stalking slow circles around him* Now, then, welcome to Sinister Stitches, Billy—oh, that’s right, we’re going by “Asher” now, yes? What? Don’t give me that little jaw tick.
That’s right, shugah. You ain’t the only one who’s done a little reapin’ in their day. I’m Madame Mari. I’m the damn fine pair of wings that owns this establishment, and I’m gonna tell your candy ass what I told Pandora—simmer down, have a cookie, and pay attention. We’ve definitely got some stitchin’ to do.
Let’s start with the suit. The choice of fabric is a blend. Wuthering Wonderland wool, something substantial and heavy to ward off the chill, and a touch of Twisted Thread’s gargoyle Cashmere. It’ll give the textile somewhat of that glossier, dressed to kill vibe. It drapes a bit better, too, and considering the cut…
We went a mixture between American and British classic for you. Really, it was no contest. The American Sack suit cut is especially made for men with broader shoulders and “Thoresque” physiques. It is considered more of a casual cut, rather its British counterpart, but that makes it very versatile. If you want to be broody at a nightclub, later, or enjoy a Moroccan evening, after the funeral—you’ll still be drop dead (fucking) hot.
For the British elements, expect a tailored fit around the torso and a notch lapel, but we’ve done away with shoulder padding. You don’t need it, dear. You were blessed with something good for girls to eat. *winks* There’s a slight taper on the sides, but for the most part, your lines will be uniform and straight. In the case that you do have to kick a little ass, we’ve made sure to slice you a single vent in the back. It’s very comfortable to wear. You’ll have a lot more freedom of movement that most suits normally afford.
The she-wolf throws open the tearoom door. River of wild bed-wraggled curls are screaming around her face and her eyes are slitted. Brenda stalks into the room wearing nothing, but some authentic bear-feet slippers, and a pair of Frost Aviator Shades. There’s a bottle suspended from her fingertips, and she slinks to the front door for the morning paper:
He needs…something. He’s missing…something.
Madame Mari snaps her fingers at Asher: Ignore the animal, boy. Her husband’s birthday party…well, errr, things got a little out of hand. *leans forward, and whispers behind her knobby hand* I think those shoes were someone’s feet last night…Just food for thought.
Now… *grabs his chin and pulls it toward the mirror* pay attention. We’re not through yet, shugah.
Remember that splash of “unique” you requested. Well, the girls have put something special together for you. First, note the ankle-length trench. It’s something to make Dr. Jekyll proud. You’ll fit it amongst even the most well-dressed of the dead. Likewise, the girls took great care in fashioning you a Sweeny Todd top hat. The brim of the hat curls up a little at the sides and the crown is fairly tall. Like the one, we fashioned for Pandora, this hat is enchanted and will stay on until physically removed.
Brenda slinks into view, delicate nose turned up—sniffing Asher furiously. There is no hope for Asher’s personal bubble as she takes full inventory of her mother’s work. When she’s done, she yawns and pulls her Aviator shades off. Slips them over Asher’s eyes: There. That’s what you were missing…Madame Mari rubs the ridges of annoyance on her temple: Lastly, your tie…Gillian, my adorable Candy Witch, ironed your necktie with Neverland scarlet butterfly film. While indoors, it will appear black pearl satin black. Upon being touched by moonlight, it will shed that color in favor of a bloody crimson.
And the walking cane? It’s fitted with a centaur silver blade, but you are more than welcome to use it to whack the occasional zombie into oblivion, or there’s always teaching that naughty Pandora a private lesson. Sounds like fun, don’t it? Here, why don’t you take this gift box, and be on your way now.
Bare-assed naked, Brenda hangs out of the doorway, waving a champagne bottle. Well, go on, boy! Put that bad ass i detention! The witches are rootin’ for you!
(So drunk. Still so drunk.)
IMPORTANT BULLETINS from THE PIXIES:
For more information about Marie Hall and Asher’s adventures in the Night series please check out her author website.
Care to check out the last round of Sinister Stitches interviews? Check out Sophie Avett and Jennifer Blackstream’s
paranormal den, the Brimstone Pub.
All SS interviews are retired there after their tour until the release of the SS e-book.
Fancy a tour of New Gotham? Check out New Gotham’s Survival Guide! It might save your life!
For more information about Sophie Avett’s New Gotham Fairy Tales, the Sinister Stitches series, and recent releases, please check out her website.
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Image Editing Credit(s): Elaina, For the Muse Design
About the Book:
A New Gotham Fairy Tale
Genre: Dark Fantasy Romance (MM/New Adult)
Publisher: Skeleton Key Publishing
Date of Publication: May 1, 2014
Cover Artist: Elaina, For the Muse Design
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There’s a wild animal on the loose…
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