I had too many questions. I love the Harry Potter series. I kept that series firmly in my mind while choosing to move forward with the second story arc. Those answers were very clear: I wanted to know what happened after their war was over and they all went home. I wanted to come to know them more intimately and see them evolve into the next thing.
I wanted them to become family, not fragmented soldiers going their separate ways. Mac came to Dublin hunting the ultimate evil. At the end of Shadowfever , Barrons saved her.
Shoved into her head and helped her close the Book. Bad place to leave a woman, unsure of her ability to save herself. Never going to leave her there. But her dark secret one of them was always going to come out in the first story arc.
When will she face that other secret? You can forgive a lover for cheating, but the fallout tends to pop up in moments of intimacy and times of stress. I had a single villain in the beginning and I ended the series with two. The Nine. They could die. And after Iced , there were two threats, and the second one was far more enormous.
How would this change them? Would it make them need other people? Ryodan is always saying adaptability is survivability. The Nine survived by evolving. I wanted to see the nuts and bolts of it. Evolution, transformation is what fascinates me.
Speaking of the Nine—what is it like to live for millennia and never be able to mate? They were human once. Barrons had a woman that was his sun, moon and stars.
They feel. Yet at best they can have 70 years of caring for a human woman…sure seems to me it would feel like choosing to live with a case of terminal disease again and again, watching them suffer and fail and die bit by bit. These are strong, Alpha, passionate males but unlike my good friend J. Would they keep trying? Or would they stop loving entirely? And if they stopped loving, what would separate them in time from the icy, destructive Fae who prey on humans for a taste of passion?
I wanted to see the submerged part. Ryodan loves. Barrons does, too. All of the Nine do. Speaking of Barrons, for his entire existence from a year after he and the others were cursed—and it was meant as punishment—he devoted his life to freeing his son.
His own life was put on hold. He had no life. But just as Mac felt lost when the Lord Master was dead, deflated from the sheer lack of tension from hunger for vengeance and grief for Barrons that glued her together, Barrons, for the first time in his life, has to ask himself what he wants on a day to day basis.
Plus, he has a woman is now long-lived for whom he feels enormous passion, and kindred. Each character in this series is complex, fully fleshed in my head. I lay awake at night pondering their issues, are they happy? Do they deserve to be? What is happiness to each of them? Christian MacKeltar becoming that very thing he was trained to protect the human race from.
I left him turning full, insane Unseelie prince. The abbey was a mess, with no suitable headmistress. The sidhe -seers were undeveloped, unled with no good leader anywhere in sight. My divorce was final four months after Shadowfever was released. The months leading up to the release had been awful, fraught with acrimony. I moved, leased a place for a few months and gave myself the summer to decide where I was going to live and what to do next.
Despite how strongly my Muse was insisting I continue writing Mac and Barrons immediately, the first story arc was irretrievably associated with my ex and I needed a break from it. I absolutely loved writing Iced. It was a free, fun place to be and I got to crack myself up with the Mega.
But while writing Iced , the second story arc continued stalking me, urging me to get back to it. Too much unsaid, undone. I sat down to gently merge the two series back together but then something happened to me in my personal life that completely fucked me up.
Needless to say, it shattered me. Beyond shattered. It silenced me. I crawled until I could stand. I stood until I could walk. And when I could move in a forwardly direction again, I went home to Cincinnati, set up my desk in my new house and wrote the quote on the wall that I now understood, marveling at how the Muse and my life were in such flawless collusion that I got to precisely the place I needed to be.
I would no more leave her there than I would myself. They go home to a place of healing and love. Leave this field empty if you're human:. Fans have been asking me to do a con in Dublin for years and we've made it happen. Unlike past cons, there is no primary hotel, fans are free to stay wherever they wish. Hope to see you in Temple Bar! Click below for the itinerary of events. Beneath it, in black sharpie, I scribbled a second one.
What happens to the soldiers when the war is over and they go home? But at the end of Shadowfever , this was where I left my characters: 1. What a frigging mess.
There was no way I could walk away. After a very long time, I sighed and typed ND…. If I do, it will be as fiction. Life has beautiful symmetry, pattern and purpose. Choose carefully those things you want. Understand the cost. My characters will be, too. Mercedes Veronica. Beautifully, deeply and powerfully written.
You didn't owe us any explanation, but thank you for some of the insight into the why behind things. I can't imagine sharing the little of what you did couldn't have been easy. Love the two quotes. I'll be pondering them for some time. I wish you your own happily ever after in life. Good luck, good thoughts, good vibes. Thanks for sharing with us more than just your amazing stories.
I hope you keep us entertained for a long long time and find happiness doing so! My mother gave me two pieces of advice that are most profound I won't repeat the 1st one, I have posted it to your Facebook page. The 2nd one is so simple and complex. When I would say to her "would should I do? I lost her in August I always do what is next.
Sounds like you do as well KMM. Your writing is so powerful, so raw, so true that it tears me apart. Karen, Thank you for never giving up.
Thank you for sharing your stories with us. And thank you for letting us in. You are fabulous and I sincerly hope that your war is now over and that you get your happily ever after xxxx. I'm moved and awed by your resilience and honesty. It's hard to fight. It's harder to heal and grow in the aftermath.
Your work touched me. Stay safe. Thank you for sharing this. Your writing always speaks to me and inspires me, particularly when you explore trauma, adaptability, and the human ability to overcome.
I'm very sorry for the tragedies you've experienced, and I admire your strength as you overcome them. Wishing you healing and happiness as you continue your journey. Karon Long. After starting the Keltar books I thought, "This can't be it. I came across "Into the Dreaming" and saw the same passion and mistakes in alk the characters you write, even there the story is connected. There is a song that hums through all of us, binding us, loosing us, connecting everything.
I am proud of you and the raw notes you add to the Song. Thank you KMM for finding your path and allowing us to follow it. Much love and respect Miss Lady, truly you are The Song.
I loved Iced best. It felt just so real and free. I truly fell in love with dani. Also, I came to a place in my life where I didn't want to go out because I was scared and distrustful all the time.
So I took up Krav Maga. It has given me peace; I hope systema has given you too. Thank you for everything you share with us!! You certainly don't have to, and we appreciate it immensely! It's funny you comment on where you left Shadowfever. I think I told my mom, "Rooftop party? I may be in the minority, but I don't expect a happy ending for all these characters because, well I love your closing comment that, "They go home to a place of healing and love.
I have followed this story from the beginning, and honestly I know people have badmouthed Iced in particular, and I think sometimes people get so engrossed in something that it becomes "theirs. I'm so happy you stuck to your muse and the "truth' of these characters. The construct of the story, the depth of the characters, the underlying consciousness of the story And I leave you with one more question for your board THANK you for sharing your gift and talent with us!!
Thank you Karen for sharing a bit of your life story, your angst and vulnerability. Your are a gifted writer, a true artist, and an incredible storyteller. I am looking forward to spending time once again living with one of your stories. I posted the last piece you wrote for a friend that is starting to write. You just gave me an idea about how to pursue my book. I too have fights with the muse--and the universe for that matter. And I think posing questions will help me find my voice.
So thanks. I am so glad you extended the series I needed it as much as your characters did. Tracey K. Thank you, Karen, for sharing so deeply. I came to the Fever series late in the game, and devoured the first four books within, I think, a week and a half. I have loved every part of it, and it remains, as it continues, one of my favorites ever.
I appreciate you sharing your story, and hope that, with time, comes peace. Rachel W. My heart hurts for you, but fecking A, you are one strong woman.
Thank you for your strength and sharing your words with us. Beautiful as ever I hope your life is filling with joy now, you've earned it. Thank you for sharing yourself through your stories. There's a reason 'hope strengthens' touches our hearts so intensely, you are living embodiment of it.
If they are lucky they go home to family to heal their wounds both physical and spiritual. Of course they are forever changed. One has to change and evolve to survive a war, as Mac, Dani, Barron's, Ryodan, Christian and all the rest have and will, and as you have, Karen. Stay safe and know that you remain in our prayers. Thank You for letting us in. I have a feeling your next series will honor your dad.
Can't wait to go on that adventure with you and read a "real" book! Thank you for sharing a bit of the "behind the keyboard" perspective Karen. You remind your readers that you are a real human being that needs air to breathe and that you also stumble through life's perpetual turmoil.
I must say I am pretty damn jazz handsie right now because you featured a shot with ME in the post. Made my month for sure.
One thing this post made me realize is that I connect to your writing so instinctively because of the grit your characters wade through. It's life and it is real. Not the actual story, but the feel of the place and time, people, emotions, experiences.
Yet you manage to make it real to your readers. That's something I relate to because I've pulled myself through some seriously fucked up grit. Survived it really. Fluff has a time and place for me. I read comfy romance novels because I need a reminder that cuddly sweetness may still exist.
But me? I've been in Mac's shoes, Dani's even. I have literally survived one trauma, assault, or failure over and over again. So fluff just doesn't cut it for me most days. I need me some solid mountains to climb and emotional grit that puts me through my paces as a reminder that life takes effort. Your Fever series does that for me.
There are so many quotes from the series that arrow right to my soul and resonate there in a way no other artist has ever managed. I am so incredibly grateful that I am not alone in my grit box. I look over to my right and Mac is there. I want to slap the shit out of her half the time though. Then Barrons soothes me as he growls a reminder that life takes effort and Mac is still young. Then Dani is on my left just cracking me up so bad that I nearly pee my pants, while Ryoden feels the need to remind me what he'll do to me if I actually do pee.
Thank you for doing your thing, through life's shit storm and all. I'm really sorry what you've been through, you're a very strong woman. I've read all of your books and Iced is my favorite That's being said I really hate your Muse, why can't she be Team Dani too? I am not sure how everyone will respond to this comment, but here goes. I have bought every book you have written but I am having problems settling into the Fever series. I started to read the first book and couldn't finish and then I just kept buying the books because I thought it was me not wanting to let go of the Highlander series.
I can't seem to connect with the characters in the Fever series but I will keep trying as I now own all the books and had better get with the program. I will re-read the Highlander series until I can get into the other one, you are an awesome writer and will give it another go.
My heart goes out to you and I know you will come through this stronger than ever, thanks for sharing and if you keep writing I will keep buying. What doesn't break us makes us stronger? Like the others here, I thank you for sharing your stories, your emotion, your alternate realities, and every other thing your Muse demands. I can't imagine what you've been through in your head, and I sincerely hope that you eventually find a good place. Remember all of the fans you have made - both of your writing and of you, as an author and a person.
Stay strong. Keep writing. I have this frozen memory of watching him walk up to my door, bend down to pick something up, swaying as if he was about to collapse. He was never a man to fall down on the job.
When he came in the door, I heard the death rattle. I had to carry him up the stairs because he insisted on lying down in his favorite bedroom but was too weak to get there.
My mom, who has a wicked bit of ESP, called me and told me my father was dying and to give him an aspirin because we always thought it would be his heart. I never question those moments she has. At that point, I called my sister and told her I needed help getting him to the ER because he was never going to cooperate.
My siblings and I grew up on a farm, with a large tobacco base, 60 head of cattle, hay, corn, pigs, you name it. My dad commuted three hours a day for his job, then came home to four kids, a wife and a working farm. My sister, brother and I were all up at the top, on various tiers, passing the heavy stakes up. My brother was on the highest rung I learned to avoid having him on the rung above me because he chewed and spit. Thanks to him, I have no fear of heights nor any desire to use tobacco.
Brian was He passed up stake after stake while my brother continued repeating his assessment of the integrity of the structure we were all standing on—right up until that moment a few thousand pounds of tobacco collapsed on us, along with all the tiers.
At fifty, I understood. When death came, he tested his limits again. And for a time—he won. We took him to the ER for what we thought was pneumonia. It was. It was also Stage 4 small cell lung cancer that had spread to his liver and lymph, which none of us knew he had.
The death rattle I was hearing was real. They checked him in, hooked him up to 5 different IVs and, for the next 27 days, we sat in his hospital room being told day after day that he was dying and had days, at best, 2 weeks.
They said there was no point in chemo because he was too sick, the cancer had spread too far, too aggressively. I sat on the cold gray vinyl couch and watched his blue feet, writing on my laptop, keeping vigil with my siblings. Thanks to Dr. Leming, my dad battled his way out of the cancer ward, much to everyone's astonishment. Leming told us on many occasions he had no explanation for how our dad was still alive. But we knew: That roof could surely take a few hundred pounds more weight.
Never give up. Never quit. Do not go gentle into that good night.. That authoritative tone again. His cancer spread from liver and lymph to skin, bone and finally brain over the next sixteen months. Those months were filled with horror and beauty, heartbreak and wonder, love and joy. Maybe it's the thorn bird singing its finest song, impaled on the thorn. But his eyes got bluer, more alive not less, more intense and aware instead of fading. He began to radiate some kind of inner peace and understanding that humbled me.
Instead, that night he woke me by kicking his walker over and triggering the house alarm smart man! From the moment Dad was diagnosed, he never said a depressed or angry word.
On the contrary, he got sunnier, funnier, and more alive. When one thing after another broke in his body, he simply kept pushing, smiling, living, trying to not be a burden to the people who wanted him to be a burden as long as we could keep him with us.
Near the end, he asked me to take him outside in his wheel chair. We sat on the front porch and watched a storm roll in over the lake. There was no sorrow in him, merely a quiet acceptance, and serene joy in the moment. He never said he was dying. He lived on his terms and he died on them, carrying the burden of his death on his once-so-broad shoulders, ensuring none of his children would have to make that final terrible decision for him.
Dad lived enthusiastically, fearlessly. He worked hard, played hard, and traveled extensively, both in the world and in his mind. He lived his life—and a million others through the books he read. When he died, he was in the middle of three different novels. I have them, on my bookshelf, next to a picture of him, with the playing cards he used for bookmarks, exactly where he left them.
But I know a truth: we all do. Leave this field empty if you're human:. Fans have been asking me to do a con in Dublin for years and we've made it happen. Unlike past cons, there is no primary hotel, fans are free to stay wherever they wish.
Hope to see you in Temple Bar! Click below for the itinerary of events. Write it. God, I love the man. And I think damn it—he died in the middle of the story. Happy Birthday, Dad. Your story was a 1 bestseller. Kay Taylor. This reads almost exactly like my beloved grandfather's death.
He didn't linger with his cancer, it took him in just a few short months, but he was never stronger or more inspiring than in those last few days. I had just learned I was pregnant at the time. My baby would have been is, she IS his 11th great-grandchild.
It was the last thing I told him before he slipped away from us at exactly 5 pm, the cocktail hour. My grandmother, who had predeceased him by about 5 years, and he always had cocktails at 5 pm.
We were talking about it as we watched him slip into his final, peaceful sleep. I was the oddball, swearing I'd never get married again, never have a family. A stupendously wonderful man changed all that, of course, and my grandfather knew I had finally found my way.
You have wonderful memories, and they are after all the story we tell of ourselves. I hope condolences never come too late, for you have mine. Learn How rich is She in this year and how She spends money? Also learn how She earned most of networth at the age of 56 years old?
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