Exclusive Interview with
Liv Larson and Zander James
Me: I can’t thank the two of you enough for taking the time to sit down with me today. I must admit, in light of everything the two of you are going through right now, I was quite surprised when Aria told me that you had agreed to this interview. We are all very excited!
Liv: (shifting nervously in her seat) Umm, can we just get this over with? My brother is out there. They have him. We don’t have time for this, Zander. What was I thinking? This was a bad idea.
Zander: Hey, take it easy. The sun won’t be down for a few more minutes anyway. You said yourself, it’s too dangerous to travel right now. We can’t go anywhere till dark. It’s okay for us to just be still for a moment, Liv. (Zander grabs her hand and she relaxes a bit)
Liv: (sigh) Fine. Five minutes.
Me: Right. Okay, I suppose I will just get to it, then. (Zander flashes that crooked smile and waves me on). Zander, this first question is for you. One fan would like to know, what is your most treasured possession?
Zander: You know, it’s funny. If you had asked me that same question a few days ago, I would have said my dad’s bike, and not even hesitated. But, now? That just seems so trivial.
Me: How do you mean?
Zander: It’s all just stuff. When all you have left in this world is the clothes on your back and your memories, possessions don’t really mean a whole lot anymore.
I guess if I had to pick something, though, the only thing I have that means anything to me is little more than a useless scrap of metal. Still, that eagle is all I have left of my dad. Plus, Liv damn-near got herself killed trying to get it for me. I can never repay her for that…and for everything else. (Squeezes Liv’s hand tighter and she smiles reluctantly)
Liv: It really wasn’t that big of a deal. (She looks over her shoulder at the door, and sighs.)
Zander: The hell it wasn’t, Liv. It was the single bravest—and stupidest thing anyone has ever done for me. Look, if it hadn’t been for Liv’s hair-brained scheme to get me that medicine, I wouldn’t even be here.
Liv: Well, the alternative was to lose you. I’m sorry, but that was just not an option.
Me: Of course it wasn’t. You had already lost so much…even before Icarus hit. Being separated from your little brother just weeks after your parents’ death couldn’t have been easy for you. I can’t even begin to imagine that must have been like for you, Liv.
Liv: No, you can’t imagine—and no one should ever have to. My family was everything to me. In an instant, it was all just…gone, and there was nothing I could do to change any of it.
When they took my little brother away, if felt as though they took the last piece of me with him. If it hadn’t been for Riley…well, I suppose you could say that she saved me. Or maybe we saved each other, I don’t know. (shrugs and wipes her eye) Either way, I don’t know how I would have gotten this far with out her. She’s my best friend...no, she’s more than that. If there is one thing that this whole Icarus mess has taught me, is that there is so much more to family than blood. Riley Baxter is my sister.
Zander: Seriously, you should see them together. (laughs) Riley is the persistent Yin to Liv’s stubborn Yang. They just get each other, I guess. When no one else can get through to Liv, Riley always knows what to say. They have this connection.
Me: Seems like the two of you have a connection of your own. Do you feel as though Icarus is responsible for that or is there more to it?
Liv: Wow, I...You mean is this (gestures between herself and Zander) real, or is he only drawn to me out of a warped sense of obligation?
Me: It is possible that—.
Zander: Hold up. I am just going to stop you, right there. (His eyes narrow, he rises to his feet and Liv stands with him). What Liv and I have together is just as real the smoke that chokes our lungs or the fires that burn at our feet. Nothing you or anyone else says will change that.
She may be the most stubborn and strong-willed girl I have ever met in my life, but…Liv is special, and I don’t just mean her abilities, you know? She has this sort of reluctant strength that makes the rest of us feel safe. And by the way, my faith in her and our connection, as you put it, has absolutely nothing to do with Icarus. Liv has always been a survivor—even before all this.
We believe in her for a reason. (He turns to Liv, his copper eyes glinting in the dim lantern light) I wish she could see what the rest of us see.
Me: Wow. I’m amazed you can stay so positive after everything you have been through. I would be scared as hell, if I were in your position, but here you are smiling. How do you keep your head up when the world is quite literally crashing down around you…when everything is so dark?