So far I've been spending a good portion of my "new" year editing a book I wrote several months ago that is set during the New Year and includes scenes that are freakishly similar to events unfolding in my real life. It's a very surreal set of circumstances, but as I re-read my own words, I find myself getting very excited, all over again, about this story.
This is the fourth book in the Children of Night series--
Ashes of the Day--and it will be released by Samhain in May (following book three,
Now Comes the Night, which comes out in February). These two books started out life as one book that grew too big and had to be separated into two, not-quite-even portions. What I like best about these books is that they answer the question everyone's been asking me ever since the first book,
In the Dark, was released; namely, what was it like for Marc and Julie growing up vampire?
Here's a brief excerpt. This was New Year's Eve 2000.
Julie pulled the string on another party popper. Confetti
shot across the living room, accompanied by a faint smell of gunpowder. Marc
sighed wearily. “C’mon, Jules. Don’t you think that’s enough now?”
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” Julie replied, stubbornly setting off
another one. Tangled strings of paper floated lightly to earth, and ended up
draping themselves over the ice bucket in the middle of the living-room coffee table.
“What’s wrong with you? I’m trying to be festive.”
“It’s after midnight,” Marc pointed out. “So, technically,
it’s New Year’s Day. Besides, it’s you, me, a bucket of blood and Dick Clark on
TV, so festive might be a stretch.” Leaning forward, he brushed the confetti
aside and retrieved one of the vinyl blood-bags. “And, just so you know, you’re
on your own with cleaning up all this confetti.”
“Spoilsport.”
Marc bit through the vinyl and immediately felt as though he’d
been transported back in time. The faintly chemical taste of the blood reminded
him of his childhood—all part of Julie’s plan, he supposed. He couldn’t recall
when the last time had been that he’d tasted anything like it, but it certainly
wasn’t any time in the last year. Conrad’s instructions to him had been clear.
They were to eat out as much as possible and in the time honored tradition of
their kind, which was to say, under cover of darkness. They were not to bring
food home with them unless circumstances required it, but Marc had understood
that to mean live prey.
Under no circumstances were they to do what Julie had done—to
buy, barter, or compel any human to provide them with an alternative form of
nourishment. They were still too young, too untried, Conrad had said. He did
not yet feel confident in their abilities to influence thought.
It had never occurred to Marc that Julie would not have
received the same instructions he had. He didn’t have the heart to mention it
to her now, not knowing she’d gone out of her way to surprise him.
“It’s our first New Year’s Eve alone, Marc. I just wanted to
make things nice.”
Marc sighed. “I know. You always do.” It was the same thing
she’d been doing all year. Memorial Day, Fourth of July, Labor Day, Halloween,
Thanksgiving, Christmas and now tonight. And it still doesn’t matter. It
still isn’t enough.
“Just think, maybe next year we’ll be doing this in San
Francisco,” she said in wistful tones. And that, too, was the same thing she’d
said on all the other holidays as well.
“Maybe not next year, but I’m sure it won’t be too long.” At
least that’s what he wanted to believe.
“An actual city, a whole house full of vampires—can you
imagine it?” Julie asked, her eyes aglow as she contemplated the future, but
all Marc could think about was the expression on Conrad’s face, the note of
concern in his voice, the night he and Damian had left for the coast.
“You won’t be the only vampires around. There are others
in the vicinity. You might run in to them from time to time. You might even be
able to go to them if you encounter trouble. But, in general, try to steer
clear of them,” Conrad had cautioned him. “I’m not sure how soon I can send for
you but, in the meantime, you will look after your sister for me, won’t you?”
Marc had nodded. “Of course. Have a good trip,” he’d
added with barely conceived envy. Julie wasn’t the only one who dreamed of big
cities and houses filled with others like them. Some day.
“Thank you,” Conrad had said as he turned to go. Then he
turned back again. “And, Marc?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Look after yourself, as well. I don’t always say it, but
I hope you both know how very dear you are to me.”
Of course they knew that. It was a big part of why it had
been so hard to say good-bye. It was why it was so hard, even now, to
contemplate a future where they’d be on their own.
However much he and Julie had wanted the chance to prove
themselves, to stand on their own two feet, to make their own decisions—and
that was mostly him, anyway—he knew they were both still daunted by the
prospect Maybe it was a vampire thing, or maybe it was the result of the way
they’d been raised, but he was pretty sure neither he nor his sister was ever
going to be truly happy until they were reunited with their family.
Maybe it would be a year. Maybe it would be a decade.
Whenever or however it happened, it would be good to be home.
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