A Personal Message
Here’s the cover for William Wilde and the Lord of Mourning, the final book in the William Wilde series. It releases on August 6th. I’m pretty excited by this. I’ve finished another series, which is so cool! And oops. Here’s the link to the preorder.
Now. I’m going to pretend that everyone has already read the other four books in the series. If not, this is going to be a major set of spoilers. You’ve been warned.
It’s has been a long, fun and sometimes difficult ride to get to this point. To start, I never expected Rukh and Jessira to show up in William Wilde, but in the very first chapter of the very first book in the series, William Wilde and the Necrosed, William saw a freshman standing in the hallway. My fingers started tapping away on the keyboard, and I described her, and then she said her name.
At that point, I paused, not sure what this meant for the story, but I decided to leave her in place. I was curious. Eventually, the story settled down in the way I intended. The plot unfolded, and I felt like I was walking on solid ground.
All up until the moment Aia showed up. And the Shining Man.
That was a cool moment, though, because sometimes you get lucky, and this time I got really lucky. I finally knew why I had written about a man riding a rainbow bridge at the end of The Castes and the OutCastes. It all made sense.
Weaving the story together, however . . . that was a more difficult matter. I knew what needed to happen, but I also knew that Rukh and Jessira couldn’t become the focus of the series. As forceful and powerful as they are, it would have been easy to let it happen.
Thankfully, William, Serena, Jake, Jason, and so many others proved up to the task of forging their own path and cutting through the brambles to write their own story.
Speaking of Jake, he almost died in book 3. I actually wrote his death. He had a hole in his chest the size of a fist and there’s no coming back from that. But something in me couldn’t allow it. It felt wrong, hurtful I guess, for no reason. I’m glad I listened to my heart in that matter.
There have a few other examples like that in both William Wilde and also in The Castes and the OutCastes.
For instance, the Baels were supposed to be nothing more than Urak-Hai, but Li-Dirge decided otherwise. He had a nobility to him, and he and Li-Reg, who died but may have been reborn (I’ll let you guess who he came back as) both decided they were better than mindless monsters. Another change: Mira was supposed to have loved Rukh. I had a weird notion of a love triangle between Rukh, Mira, and Jessira. Thank goodness she spoke sense into me and prevented a catastrophe. Plus, Jessira wouldn’t have put up with it. No love triangles!
As for this book, the final book in William Wilde-I was tired when I started it. Emotionally drained. I speak about it a little in the acknowledgment at the front of William Wilde and the Lord of Mourning. I’ll only say that losing a parent is hard. Watching a parent slowly wither, lose most of what made them who they are, is even worse. It’s tragic.
Much of that sorrow is behind me, and I’m starting to become happier and more relaxed now. That’s a good thing.
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