Annie Douglass Lima Visits the Lair

Annie Douglass Lima stopped by the lair for a visit to talk about her new book.

I’m excited to announce that my young adult action and adventure novel, The Gladiator and the Guard, is now available for purchase! This is the second book in the Krillonian Chronicles, sequel to The Collar and the Cavvarach.
First Things First: a Little Information about Book 1: 


Bensin, a teenage slave and martial artist, is desperate to see his little sister freed. But only victory in the Krillonian Empire’s most prestigious tournament will allow him to secretly arrange for Ellie’s escape. Dangerous people are closing in on her, however, and Bensin is running out of time.  With his one hope fading quickly away, how can Bensin save Ellie from a life of slavery and abuse?


What is the Collar for, and What is a Cavvarach?
The story is set in a world very much like our own, with just a few major differences.  One is that slavery is legal there.  Slaves must wear metal collars that lock around their neck, making their enslaved status obvious to everyone.  Any slave attempting to escape faces the dilemma of how and where to illegally get their collar removed (a crime punishable by enslavement for the remover).
Another difference is the popularity of a martial art called cavvara shil.  It is fought with a cavvarach (rhymes with “have a rack”), a weapon similar to a sword but with a steel hook protruding from partway down its top edge.  Competitors can strike at each other with their feet as well as with the blades.  You win in one of two ways: disarming your opponent (hooking or knocking their cavvarach out of their hands) or pinning their shoulders to the mat for five seconds.



“Here comes your brother.”

Ellie opened her eyes as Bensin jogged out of the dimness of the Competitors’ Cave. From across the arena floor, a burly Yellow gladiator was running to meet him.

Ellie reached for Steene’s hand again as the two warriors met with a clash of cavvarachs. “He looks different,” Steene observed as the camera zoomed in close. Bensin’s face didn’t hold the fear it had last time. Steene knew him well enough that he could still detect some in his eyes, but it was much better hidden. In its place was simply a grim determination.

“He looks braver,” Ellie agreed. “I guess he’s learning to be a better gladiator.”

I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing or not. But Steene chided himself for the thought. Of course it was a good thing. Bensin needed to get better, to learn and grow and change and do whatever it took to stay alive in that horrible place.

But what’s it doing to the Bensin we knew? If they ever met him again, Steene was sure Bensin would be a different person. Tougher, definitely. Calloused and unfeeling, though, perhaps. Steene supposed you had to be that way to survive as a warrior.

So yes, the change was a good thing, or at least a necessary one. But as he watched Bensin lash out at his opponent again and again, aim kick after kick, dodge and parry his blows, Steene wondered what the change was doing to him inside. Did he still have a sense of humor? Could he relax and be himself when he wasn’t fighting? Did he joke and laugh with his friends? Did he even have friends at Red Arena? Or was he learning to be cold and hard inside and out, doing only what he had to do to survive?

Watching the young man who should have been his son fighting for his life out there, Steene scowled at the helmeted guards hovering nearby and the audience yelling from the stands and the whole arena system. It’s not right, what they’re doing to him. It’s not fair.

I want Bensin back. The thought stabbed through Steene more strongly than it ever had before. His throat tightened, and he swallowed and cleared it angrily. I want him back, and I’m going to find a way to get him back, whatever it takes.


Interview with Gile Murton


I meet with Gile in the employee lounge of Red Arena, the biggest martial arts stadium in the city of Jarreon. He is wearing a scarlet polo shirt with the words Red Arena emblazoned across the front. Around his neck, a small black tube hangs from a cord, and he is wearing a long, straight whip strapped around one wrist. He looks impatient and slightly irritated.

“Thanks for being willing to meet with me,” I say as we sit down.

“Sure, but let’s make this quick. I’ve got work to do, and the arena won’t run itself.”

I take out my list of questions. “Could you start by telling my readers about your job?”

“All right. I’m the manager here at Red Arena, which, as you may know, has a reputation for being the best in the city. I’m in charge of acquiring new gladiators, and I oversee our personnel: the trainers, assistant trainers, guards, and our enslaved workers, as well as the glads themselves. I work with Riddior, the training manager, to create the plans and schedules for our weekend games.”

“You mentioned acquiring new gladiators. What do you look for in a potential gladiator?”

“He’s got to be not only strong, but tough. Adaptable, able to be pushed hard, able to handle the pressures of arena life. And he needs to already be a fighter. We can train him, of course, and we do, but if he doesn’t start out proficient in at least one martial art, it isn’t usually worth our time. Oh, and it helps if he’s the angry and violent sort. That’s the trouble with buying slaves: a lot of them are so pathetically meek and subservient, they’d never survive a day in the arena even if they’ve got the physical skills. If they’re belligerent or bitter or I see them talking back to their owners, that’s a good sign.”

“So do most of your gladiators start out as slaves?”

“Most of them, yes, in one way or another. We’re not opposed to hiring free men, but it’s pretty rare that anyone would actually choose a life as a gladiator. Of course, we pay very generously in advance, so every now and then someone desperate to pay off their family’s debts or some such thing will sign on with us. But it’s a lifelong commitment, and they can’t ever leave the arena once they’ve joined, so you can imagine it’s not a very popular option. No, our glads tend to start out as enslaved athletes who’ve been competing professionally to earn money for their owners. Or, they were free people who broke the law. As I’m sure you know, the penalty for certain crimes is enslavement. Few owners are comfortable purchasing a new slave who’s just been convicted of armed robbery or assault, so in those cases, the arena is the perfect solution for everyone. Violent offenders do tend to make good gladiators.”

“Next question,” I say. “Would you call yourself a good man, or at least a law-abiding citizen?”

He stares at me. “What in the world does that have to do with anything?”

“I think my readers might be interested to know, that’s all. I’m trying to help them get a picture of who you are.”

Gile scowls in annoyance. “On a personal level, yes, I keep the law. Here at the arena, of course there are certain laws that just don’t work, but since the authorities know and choose to turn their backs, I wouldn’t consider anything we do to be unethical.”

“Could you explain what you mean by that?”

“Well, there’s the law that says slaves have to wear a steel collar round their necks at all times for identification. Neither our gladiators nor our regular enslaved workers wear collars. It would be too dangerous for the glads in combat, and they could get snagged on the workout equipment. And we don’t want our glads grabbing the kitchen crew by the collar, for example, and strangling them when they’re in a bad mood. But considering that none of our slaves ever leave the arena, it doesn’t really matter. Then there’s the law that says owners have to give their slaves a day off every week, but that just doesn’t fit with our exercise and training schedules. The other major area the authorities choose not to look closely at is our use of illegal weapons and substances.” He indicates the whip strapped to his wrist. “Shockwhips are technically against the law, but we’ve found them an extremely effective way to control glads. Regular whips just aren’t enough to stop an angry gladiator. Imagine dealing with powerful and vicious wild beasts, and you’ll have some idea of the dangers our staff face every day.” He taps the tube hanging from his neck. “Dartblowers are illegal, too. Once a dart pierces a person’s skin, it releases a chemical that causes them to lose control of most voluntary muscles for about five minutes. I can’t tell you how many times dartblowers have saved guards’ lives. We couldn’t manage without them.”

“So why don’t the authorities crack down on the arena for breaking all those laws?” I wonder.

Gile smiles humorlessly. “They’d be stupid to do that. The arena games bring more tourists to Jarreon than any other event in the city. They’re smart enough not to want to jeopardize all that tourism income. Besides, we pay taxes on all the money we make, and that’s a hefty sum too. Shutting down the arenas would strike a major blow to the city’s economy.” He pulls a phone out of his pocket and checks the time. “Do you have any more questions, or is that all?”

“One last question. Could you tell my readers about your family? Do you have a wife, kids? And if so, what do they think of what you do for a living?”

Gile looks annoyed again. “I don’t see how that’s any of your readers’ business, but yes, I have a wife. I don’t care for children, so we’ve chosen not to have any. My wife knows what I do, but she never asks for details about my day, and I prefer not to discuss my job when I’m at home anyway. She doesn’t like that I work such long hours or that I have to work every weekend, but there’s no way around that in this business. The weekends are when we have our games, after all. And I make enough money that she has nothing to complain about.”

Gile rises to his feet. “I’m sorry, but you’ll need to excuse me now. I’ve taken enough time for this already. I have things to do.” Before I can even thank him, he strides out of the room.


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Bensin, a teenage slave and martial artist, is just one victory away from freedom. But after he is accused of a crime he didn’t commit, he is condemned to the violent life and early death of a gladiator. While his loved ones seek desperately for a way to rescue him, Bensin struggles to stay alive and forge an identity in an environment designed to strip it from him. When he infuriates the authorities with his choices, he knows he is running out of time. Can he stand against the cruelty of the arena system and seize his freedom before that system crushes him?


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Annie Douglass LimaAnnie Douglass Lima spent most of her childhood in Kenya and later graduated from Biola University in Southern California. She and her husband Floyd currently live in Taiwan, where she teaches fifth grade at Morrison Academy. She has been writing poetry, short stories, and novels since her childhood, and to date has published twelve books (two YA action and adventure novels, four fantasies, a puppet script, and five anthologies of her students’ poetry). Besides writing, her hobbies include reading (especially fantasy and science fiction), scrapbooking, and international travel.

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Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.

With Mother’s Day around the corner and the 11203056_1444953639148763_2136705268170045855_n (1)month of May being the month of Mary, I thought I would share excerpts from the Bible study I wrote Women of the Bible: A Study. I will start with Mary the mother of Jesus.

For by grace you have been saved through faith; and this is not from you;

it is the gift of God: it is not from works, so no one may boast.  For we

are his handiwork,, created in Christ Jesus for the good works, that God

has prepared in advance, that we should live in them. (Ephesians 2:8-10 NAB)



God tells a simple ordinary woman that she is to be the mother

of the Son of God.  Thirty-three years later that same ordinary woman

lets that son go to his grisly death.  Throughout Jesus’ life, Mary had

many opportunities to deny her faith, to deny her God by refusing to do

the things He asked of her.  Instead, each time she responded in

faith, sacrificing her fears and dreams to do the will of God.

In the sixth month the angel Gabriel was sent from God to a city of Galilee named Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man whose name was Joseph, of the house of David and the virgin’s name was Mary. And he came to her and said, “Hail, full of grace, the Lord is with you!” But she was greatly troubled at the saying and considered in her mind what sort of greeting this might be. And the angel said to her, “Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have favor with God. And behold you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall call his name Jesus. He will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give to him the throne of his father David, and he will reign over the house of Jacob for ever, and of his kingdom there will be no end.”

And Mary said to the angel, “How can this be, since I have no husband?” And the angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be called holy, the Son of God.”

And Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord; let it be to me according to your word.”

(Luke 1: 26-35, 38)

Instead of asking the expected questions of the angel, Mary responds from her humble faith. (Luke 1:38).



Questions to Ponder:

  1. What is the angel asking of Mary?
  2. What is Mary’s response?
  3. What are other ways Mary could have responded?
  4. What questions would I ask of the angel?
  5. Would I be able to step out in the faith Mary demonstrated?


M is for Morton the Morph

M is for Morton the Morph. Morton is one of the antagonists in The Galactic Safety Council series. It’s not that he’s a bad guy, he is just envious of Sir E. Robert Smythe and wishes that he could be a Galactic Ambassador. The problem is that everything he does and suggests is usually wrong and causes more problems for the children to deal with.

The yellow toadlike creature  carries a bag around with him and every chance he gets he will reach into his bag and pull some green slime out of the bag. When he drops the slime to the floor it coagulates and turns into several pear shaped creatures that make messes, eat what they shouldn’t and tend to be destructive little creatures. These Pangoes are pets of Morton’s and are part of the reason why he is not trusted by the other safety ambassadors.

Here is a little sneak peak of Sir E. Robert Smythe and Morton the Morph. Special thanks to Charlotte Volnek for bringing the characters to life.

sneak peak