Phineas, The Pervy Unicorn

Of all the characters I’ve written, probably none are quite as popular as a certain pervy unicorn by the name of Phineas. Equal parts obnoxious and noble, the diminutive beastie is far more complex then he usually lets on.

And he’s very, very observant. (And makes no bones about telling the other characters what he thinks, regardless of how inappropriate it may be.)

Although often used as comic relief, particularly in A Brush of Darkness, we do learn more of his reasons for being where he is in A Sliver of Shadow…and finally we see his true purpose come to light in A Trace of Moonlight. (And not without a little sacrifice on his part.)

That being said, I get a lot of questions about him – where he comes from, how old he is, what’s his favorite movie, you name it! So here’s a basic character sheet:

Phineas:

Species:  Unicorn, of the miniature variety. Stands about 18 inches tall at the shoulder, though he’s fond of lying about it, so don’t expect a straight answer. I wouldn’t ask him about his height at all, frankly. It’s a sensitive subject, though he’s very apt at using his small size to find out information. He’s used to be overlooked due his small stature and uses it to his advantage.

Physical:  Typical medieval sort of unicorn – cloven hooves, lion’s tail, bearded. All white, except for his blue eyes. Sometimes wears a silver chain with a blue aquamarine around his neck.

Age:  Probably around 1000. Part of the reasons he’s so crotchety and jaded. He was more or less pulled out of retirement to get involved with Abby, and while he doesn’t regret that, he *is* feeling his age a bit more these days.

Eats:  Anything. Fond of bacon and rum, in particular, but isn’t overly picky. Obviously somewhat carnivorous. Don’t ask him about this either.

Likes:  Porn, in particular wombat, though he will watch anything. Rolling around in Abby’s underwear drawer. Biting people on the ass. Masturbating in suitcases. Has a fondness for reading e e Cummings poetry, but won’t admit it. Also likes babies. (Not to eat, mind – he tones down his more unsavory side in the presence of the truly innocent.)

He enjoys playing video games, thought it’s really anyone’s guess how he manipulates the keyboard that well. If you ask him how, you’re going to get an answer involving his genitalia. Fair warning.

Dislikes:  Virgins.

Favs:

Movie:  He’s a sucker for classic B&W, but secretly enjoys The Last Unicorn, because Amalthea is a total babe.

Music:  He’s partial to Lady Ga Ga

Book:  Lady Chatterly’s Lover

A Trace of Moonlight 
by Allison Pang
Book Three Abby Sinclair series
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Pocket Books
Date of Publication: October 30, 2012
ISBN: 1439198365
Number of pages: 400 Book

Drinking from the waters of lethe and offering herself up as Faerie’s sacrificial Tithe …these just might be the least of Abby Sinclair’s problems.

Abby’s pact with a demon—whether or not she remembers making it—is binding, so she’d better count herself lucky that (in the words of a daemon who knows better) there’s nearly always a loophole. But her friends’ reckless attempts to free her, well intentioned though they may be, set off a disastrous chain of events. In no time at all, Abby turns her incubus lover mortal and gets herself killed, cursed, and married to an elven prince whose mother wants her dead. She might have even been able to recover from all that had she not lost the Key to the CrossRoads to her mortal enemy, who promptly uses his restored power to wreak havoc on the OtherWorld and put its very existence in jeopardy.

Only one person can make things right again, but to find her, Abby must place her trust in allies of mixed loyalties, and conquer her nightmares once and for all.

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A marine biologist in a former life, Allison Pang turned to a life of crime to finance her wild spending habits and need to collect Faberge eggs. A cat thief of notable repute, she spends her days sleeping and nights scaling walls and wooing dancing boys….Well, at least the marine biology part is true. But she was taloned by a hawk once. She also loves Hello Kitty, sparkly shoes, and gorgeous violinists.

She spends her days in Northern Virginia working as a cube grunt and her nights waiting on her kids and cats, punctuated by the occasional husbandly serenade. Sometimes she even manages to write. Mostly she just makes it up as she goes.

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