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It’s been a spell–again. Sorry about that. I seriously get sidetracked.
I’ll be brief! I’m up for best fantasy author for the Reality Bites Book Awards. Here’s the link to vote for me, K.G. Reuss
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In other news, I’m about 61,000 words into For Ever! I’ve also finished the first draft of Gunny Perkins: Nerd! Woo! I should be finishing the first draft for For Ever by tomorrow night (situations permitting, of course!).
Emissary of the Devil: Gospel of the Divine is on hold while I finish up For Ever. I have been writing scenes here and there and have roughly 1/4 of the book written.
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Here’s the cover reveal for Among the Dead: For Ever. It has a tentative release date of Friday, October 13th, 2017!
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This feels a little bit like my diary–only I don’t tell you about the boy I’m crushing on or how my bff really pissed me off by my locker at lunch.
Instead, I write ridiculously “short” bits about my books. Today, I’m going to share with you the series title to my next bunch of books! Yay! Totally exciting, right? Yes? No? Maybe?
Well, if you’re still here, then I know you’re at least a little bit curious. So, let’s do this! /chest bumps randies enthusiastically on the interwebs!
My next series is called. . .(I’m drumrolling here!)
Among the Dead
Woooooooooooooooooooo! /fist pump /screams in excitement /fangirls all over /swoon
Ok. Ok. Ok. I get it. It’s a little exciting but not enough to go hog wild over. That’s cool. I’m still going to be over here dancing. . .poorly.
The first book in the series is called Among the Dead: For Ever
For Ever? What Huh say wat?
Yes, I intended for it to be two words. Ever Torres is the main character in the story. It’s partially based on a true story. Then again, most of my stories are 😉 Wink, wink. Nudge, nudge.
Anywaaaay, For Ever is the first installment in the Among the Dead series, a series that chronicles the world of the Specials–humans that have special abilities. Some can shapeshift, some can start fires with their minds, some can hum The Beach Boys three octaves higher than the average person (just kidding. . .or am I?!).
I “plan” on releasing the first book from Among the Dead in October. “Plan” being the key word here. I also “planned” on releasing Wildfire, the sequel to The Chronicles of Winterset: Oracle in the Spring. Aaaand it’s still sitting on my laptop. So, yeah. I wanted to release in October because it’s my favorite month. I am a Halloween-head. I live for Halloween. Among the Dead is super creepy. I figured it’s the perfect time to release it!
Oh, here’s a teaser!
I will be working on a book trailer for it. I’ll post up a link to watch it once it’s ready! And now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for! /more drumrolling! The drumroll intensifies. It’s louder. . .louder. . .LOUDER!
And, here we gooooo!
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Everyone started talking about other things again, leaving me alone. I sat there staring down at my hands, aware of how very much I didn’t really fit in with these people. Shades. Whatever they were. They all seemed so happy and carefree, and there I was, all withdrawn and terrified. I missed my old life. I missed hanging out with Nina. I missed my mom. I even missed my stupid stuffed rabbit, Mr. Boggles.
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This is an unedited excerpt from my newest book, The Secret Life of Death: The Reaper. I’m aware of how much editing it needs. That was part of what I was doing with it today. I was trying to read the book again to see what has to be done. That being said, I’ve done absolutely nothing to edit it because, well, I got tied up reading it. I made some notes on things that need to be addressed. I was more concerned with the story flowing than the editing errors.
Anyway, I thought I’d share it!
Her name was still on my lips as I looked below to the trodden down city of Detroit from my perch atop One Detroit Center. She had been everything to me: My best friend, my love, my life. I thought everything about her had been wonderful, right down to the way she would sometimes let out a little hum while she slept.
I pushed her beautiful blonde hair and smile from my mind and took an unneeded deep breath as my target came into view. My inhuman eyesight zeroed in on a smartly dressed balding man with a slightly soft midsection, and the brunette on his arm, both laughing like lovers often do. I shook my head in disgust at them and stepped off the ledge and let gravity pull me towards them, the speed of the fall pulling the unnecessary air from my lungs, the wind whipping through my shaggy black hair.
I landed behind them soundlessly and rose from my bended knee and glided into the backseat of the man’s Mercedes without a soul noticing me. I watched as the brunette, his young and very attractive secretary, placed her hand suggestively on his thigh. A nerve near his eye twitched and he licked his lips in anticipation as he pushed the pedal down hard and the expensive luxury sedan lurched forward in excitement.
The man drove well out of the city and I leaned back in my seat and listened as his secretary giggled and continued rubbing his thigh, her hands roaming dangerously close to the point of no return. I rolled my eyes as she leaned in and began planting gentle kisses on his neck. A bead of sweat appeared on his shiny head and his breathing picked up as his eyes flicked hungrily to her taking in the shape of her breasts and full lips.
I shook my head and looked away as I waited for the perfect opportunity to carry out my work. I allowed my mind to drift back to Katie, and I closed my eyes as I breathed in deeply remembering her sweet scent. Remembering her lies, her eyes when I caught her with him, the way they flashed not in regret at being with him, but in regret at being caught. I remembered the flash of headlights, my hand bearing down hard on the throttle of my motorcycle as I pushed it harder, eager to meet Death. I remembered the pain, all of it, right down to the last breath that I didn’t bother to struggle taking.
The car suddenly lurched to a stop causing me to snap my attention back to the occupants. We had pulled down a forgotten side road lined with trees that were bathed in their brilliant fall colors and the man eagerly leaned over and began kissing his secretary, his hands pushing her already too short black skirt up higher on her creamy thighs. I clenched my fists furiously as I noticed a flyer in the backseat at my feet for a dance recital for his young daughter. Sacrificing the trust of the ones who loved him for a quick, easy piece of ass.
Just like Katie.
I plunged my hand through the back of his seat without a moment of hesitation and curled my fist around his beating heart. I felt it stutter within my hand and I watched as the look of shock crossed his eyes as he clutched at his heart attack. His secretary screamed and grasped at him, her voice shrill from her cries. I squeezed tighter and he wheezed out closing his eyes one final time.
I pulled my hand from his chest and tried to ignore the high-pitched screams coming from his secretary as she clawed at him in fright. I chuckled when his dead body fell forward and pinned her to her leather seat, her red lipstick smeared across her face, her eyes frantic and terrified. I looked over and rolled my eyes as the man suddenly appeared beside me in the backseat, his brow furrowed in confusion as he stared mutely at his dead body.
“Come on. I don’t have all day to sit here and listen to her scream,” I grumbled, flicking my thumb in her direction.
“Am I dead?” the man asked, staring dumbly at his slumped over body in the front seat.
“What do you think?” I muttered.
“I can’t be dead! I have my daughter’s recital, and it’s my wife’s and my anniversary next week-,”
“Oh please!” I spat at him. I slid through the car door and the man immediately appeared at my side and dropped to his knees begging me to listen to him.
“Please! I can’t be dead!” he pleaded, his eyes misting over in tears.
“Like any of it matters,” I kicked him away from me. “You were cheating on your wife with your secretary. I doubt you gave a shit about your anniversary or your daughter’s recital.”
“I made a mistake! I can change! I promise! Just give me another chance! Please, God!” he begged breathlessly, grabbing frantically at my legs.
“I don’t give second chances. You had it all and you blew it. There’s nothing I can do about it so get off your knees and stop praying at me. I’m not your God, and even if I were, I’d still not give you another chance based on the things I just witnessed.” I snarled disgustedly at his quivering, begging form.
“My wife. She-she’s going to find out about Becky. Please! I don’t want to be remembered like that! I made a horrible mistake!”
“Sorry. Can’t help you,” I turned away from him as he pounded his fists into the cold ground and wept. I pulled a small black device called a scythe from my pocket and hit a button on the side.
“Jobs done. Come get him. He’s driving me nuts,” I growled into the small mic.
I was greeted with a deep chuckle, and I rolled my eyes. Figured that Louie would be hauling today.
“What’s wrong, Asher? Bad day?” Louie’s voice came from the Other Side.
“Just get here,” I sighed as I heard Louie laugh again and click his box off.
He was on the way which meant I’d be free of the balding man-child in front of me soon.
“What will happen to me?” the man at my feet asked in defeat, his gray eyes flicking up to me in fear, the question reminding me of a time not long ago.
“I’m only a Reaper. I don’t deal with tossing people into the lake or letting them through the gates,” I answered dryly, looking down at his tear streaked face.
“You’re Death,” he whispered as a statement, not a question. I nodded once and looked past him as Louie appeared through a swirling vortex of color.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” Louie asked nonchalantly, looking from me to the man at my feet. It wasn’t unusual to have a soul kneeling in front of me begging me for more time.
“It’s going,” I drawled, bored. I looked over as I heard sirens approaching. Becky must have called for help.
“You lead such an exciting afterlife, Asher. What do you think?” Louie asked looking down at the shaking man again.
“He won’t give me another chance,” the man whispered sadly, his hands trembling. I shook my head in disbelief at Louie who chuckled again, his white blonde hair falling across his angelic face.
“What makes you think you deserve one?” Louie inquired, looking over to where Becky now stood, her long brown hair spilling messily over her shoulders, her eyes red from crying. The paramedics had removed the man’s body from the car and were attempting CPR on him.
“I have a family,” the man said sadly through a choked sob.
“A family you seemed to have forgotten about as you stuck your tongue down young Becky’s throat,” I pointed out. The man opened and closed his mouth several times before answering.
“Haven’t you ever made a mistake?” the man wept, his voice wavering.
“Yeah, Asher! Haven’t you ever made a mistake?” Louie echoed innocently, his blue eyes dancing with mirth.
“Take him and get the hell out of here,” I grumbled, knowing exactly what Louie was getting at. Louie grinned at me and lifted the man to his feet in one fluid motion.
“Come on. We better go. No sense in pissing Death off even more. Hate to see him go on a killing spree,” Louie joked, his eyes shining with mischief. He really enjoyed irritating me. He reached over and gave my arm a soft punch.
“Call me if you need me,” he grinned, and with a motion of his hand, the vortex grew larger and began to dance with the brilliant light from Beyond. He pushed the man through and gave me a cheery wave as he disappeared to the Other Side.
I turned as they faded away and stared as the paramedics put the man’s body in a bag and began loading him into the ambulance. A golden leaf fell to my feet, and I shook my head sadly.
“Quia ego consumam cunctas incipit,”I whispered turning my back on the ambulance as the paramedics closed the door.
Life isn’t hard. Being Death, now that’s hard.
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I’ve been working on For Ever, the newest book in my lineup. I haven’t come up with a series name. I’m working on it. Mostly. I seem to be having an issue coming up with the words describing how I currently feel. Now, one may think this is a non-issue. Like, why does it matter how she feels? Just write the damn book, lady!
Well, it matters because I tend to write based on my feelings. My experiences. The relationship between the two. Lately, there has been an angry black cloud of death around me. It seems to circle me, drowning me, dragging my spirit down (no pun intended). In my line of work, tragedy isn’t unheard of. It’s the devil in the detail, really. The dying have started to stack up, their names, their faces, haunting me. For Ever is a story I started writing based on my experiences with death. Dying. The dead.
I grew up seeing things others couldn’t. Even now as an adult, I still see the shadows move, the flashes of light, feel the air change when they’re nearby. I wanted to write a story that sort of showcased that. I wanted the reader, the audience, to feel what I feel, to experience what I experience. I cannot provide the terror, the increased heart rate, the sweat, or the tears I’ve experienced. I want to. The words are stuck. I see them in my head, but there seems to be a disconnect between my brain and my hands. I can’t help but wonder if it’s my heart that blocks the path.
In the past month, I’ve lost both family and friends to the inevitable outcome of life. It doesn’t matter if they’re people I know. That’s not the point. The point is, it’s out there. It’s lurking behind a smile, an innocent drive to the store, a visit to a doctor, a night of peaceful sleep.
I’m talking about death. In moderation, I can handle it. Lately, ugh. Too much, too fast! To hold the hand of the dying, to promise them happiness despite pain and anguish, is a difficult task. To look into their eyes and know–know–I can’t help them despite the agonizing pull in my chest to make everything “OK” can completely wreck a good day. On a bad day, it’s the tragedy that makes me curl into a ball and wish I had a choice in being born. Maybe I did. I don’t know since I can’t remember anything before the age of five. The idea that we are all faced with an end is unsettling. I’m trying to channel that fear, that sadness, into For Ever. I’m failing miserably. I can’t get the faces out of my head. I can’t get the sounds of their voices out of my head. I can’t get the laughter, the cries, the whispers, the pleading out of my head. And trust me. When they’re able to plead for more time, they do. They always do.
Because in reality, no one wants to die. We will claw our way out of unconsciousness if it means one more sweet minute of an agonizing life–one that is riddled with disease, with depression, with despair–one where we can rake in just one more shaky, painful breath.
And it’s heartbreaking.
And it’s the knot in my head, the one that stops the flow of thoughts. I’ve been able to write a few scenes in For Ever that are based on my own experiences with the dead, with death and dying, and with the fear and despair that come with it. However, I don’t feel like I’m doing it justice.
For that reason, I’m putting For Ever away for a few days. I’m going to be concentrating on working on Oddworld, a series about a dragon-shifter prince. It’s not coming to me as easily either, but it’s working a lot better than For Ever.
I hate trying to write during writer’s block. It’s the worst. The desire is there, but the words are stuck on some weird neuron-synapse-backwater road in my head.
My seven-year-old son said something interesting to me the other day. He said, “Mom, what if being alive is just a dream and when you die, you’re actually waking up? And that’s where you’re really living.” He’s insightful for someone so young. He has a point though. Maybe he’s right. We won’t ever know until the moment of darkness, of silence, of goodbye, comes.
Maybe then we wake up and really live.
Until then, I’ll be over here fighting a battle with my brain as I try to bleed thoughts into MS Word.
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