For three years, Miranda Grey-Solomon has kept her role as Vampire Queen of the South separate from her Grammy-winning music career. But now, her dual lives are starting to collide, threatening everything Miranda and David, her Prime, have worked for.
The entire Signet Council has descended upon Austin for its ten-year summit, bringing with it Prime James Hart of the Northeast, a sworn enemy come to take his revenge on those who defied him. But Miranda and David receive an unexpected offer of help from David's sire, an ancient and powerful vampire with knowledge that may be their salvation-or their doom.
“You are sure that this Prime is the one we have been searching for?”
From where she knelt below the dais, Lydia looked up at the woman sitting before her, into the cool pale eyes that held over a thousand years’ worth of memory. “Yes.”
“We have been here before, child, and you failed us . . . twice.”
“I know, Mother. I have paid the penance you set out for me.”
“You understand the consequences should you fail again. We are out of time, Lydia. If he isn’t the one, if anything goes wrong, there won’t be another chance. Everything we have worked for has led us to this.”
“I understand. I give you my word as I have given you my blood—we won’t fail.”
The old one lowered her eyes, her hand moving unconsciously to touch the amulet at her throat; the same fire that had forged it had forged the Signets themselves, but hers was one of a kind, passed down through generations to a chosen successor by choice, not by chance. She had led the Order for as long as Lydia could remember . . . and that was a long time. Once, she had intended to step down, leaving her power and her position to someone she had nurtured and loved as her own, only to be denied, betrayed. No one in the Order ever spoke of it, but Lydia knew the whole story, just as she knew the fate that awaited them all if she didn’t complete her mission.
Did it seem, just for a moment, that the old one’s eyes were bright with tears? Or was it a trick of the light? “I had hoped it would not come to this,” she said, almost to herself. She seemed, too, almost transparent, as if her existence in the world were the last dried–out leaf clinging to a bare branch. “As I saw one piece of the puzzle after another falling into place, I prayed that I was wrong . . . yet here we are.”
When she leveled her gaze back upon Lydia, however, it had hardened. “Go, then,” she said. “Make sure he understands his role in all of this. Everything must come to pass exactly as it has been written—only then can we know for certain that our people will survive the coming fire.”
Lydia rose slowly. “I am as always in your service, Mother.”
With a sigh that sounded almost hollow, the old one held out her hands, and Lydia stepped forward to take the carved wooden box offered to her. One of the Priestess’s hands lifted to touch Lydia’s head in benediction, and Lydia closed her eyes.
“May the Dark Mother guide you, for you carry the future of the Shadow World.”
Lydia smiled a little. “I will be home soon.”
Their eyes met once more, and yes, this time Lydia was sure she saw tears. “Good–bye.”
* * *
Night in California
Early summer breezes lifted the hem of the curtains and exposed, gently but immodestly, the bare sills of the open windows beneath. The waning night was cool and quiet, the faintest distant scent of the ocean discernible on the wind; the call of an owl was the only sound from outside and the rhythmic tapping of keys the only sound inside until a voice asked, “Coming to bed?”
Prime Deven O’Donnell looked up from the screen of his laptop. “Soon.”
Jonathan leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. “What are you doing?”
“Ordering someone’s death.”
“I had to ask, didn’t I?”
Deven smiled. “I told you years ago that you wouldn’t want to know.”
Jonathan shrugged. “I wanted to know everything about you. Back then I thought such a thing might be possible.”
The Prime glanced down at the monitor, then back up to his Consort, who was disheveled and sleepy and absolutely the most gorgeous thing Deven could imagine in that moment. The only thing that would have made Jonathan look more enticing would be if he were holding a bottle of Scotch. “You know me better than anyone on this earth, my love . . . well enough to know that I’ll always have my secrets.”
Now Jonathan smiled. “And well enough that you should know you don’t have as many secrets as you think.”
They held each other’s eyes. “Touché,” Deven replied, extending his hand.
Jonathan walked over and took it, drawing the Prime up out of his chair and into the Consort’s arms. Deven burrowed his face into Jonathan’s shirt, inhaling the long–familiar scent of immortality, cologne, and Cuban cigars. That smell had always had the power to lift some of the weight from the Prime’s shoulders, to let him feel at rest in a way he never had before Jonathan had come into his life.
“So who was it this time?” Jonathan asked, his voice rumbling against Deven’s ear. “Dictator, business competitor, candlestick maker?”
“You don’t want to know,” he repeated, tipping his head back to meet Jonathan’s eyes. “But it’s worth four million dollars.”
Jonathan’s eyebrows quirked and he whistled, impressed. “You’re right. I don’t want to know.”
“Come on,” Deven said. “Bed.”
“It’s only four thirty.”
Deven gave him a dubious look. “Didn’t you just say you were going?”
He grinned impishly. “Only if you were.”
“Ah, I see.” Deven laced his fingers through Jonathan’s. “Lead on, then.”
Jonathan looked surprised but, as usual, didn’t object.
Deven couldn’t say whether it was a genuine desire for more of his Consort’s company, guilt over what had happened in Austin, or perhaps a bit of both, but he had made a concerted effort to let Jonathan know how wonderful he was in as many ways as possible in the three years since then. He hated the thought that Jonathan had lived with the foreknowledge of what would happen between Deven and David for months, uncomplaining, unwilling to upset the balance of future events. The precognitive “gift” was burden enough already; Deven wasn’t going to add to his sorrows by acting like a spoiled brat—if he could help it, anyway.
There had come a point, the first year, that Jonathan had sat him down and said, “Don’t get me wrong, darling, I love that you’re jumping me all over the house, but if you’re only doing it because you feel bad about shagging your boy, well, I’d just as soon you stopped.”
Deven could defeat twelve vampires at once in hand–to–hand combat, but he knew quite well he was a disaster at relationships. He had ample evidence scattered throughout the centuries and over the face of the globe. And even though being Signet–bound guaranteed they would always love each other, that didn’t mean things weren’t downright horrid from time to time, usually because of his egregious misbehavior. They were still two people, after all, and while their souls might be a unit, their personalities definitely weren’t.
About the only thing he could come up with to offer Jonathan was to have someone assassinated. Jonathan had passed.
Since then things had settled down. Deven still had to work at being openly affectionate, and they still fought bitterly on occasion, but overall their relationship had gotten much stronger and Deven wondered from time to time if that wasn’t part of why Jonathan hadn’t spoken up about Austin before it happened.
It was hard to say; people with precog tended to have a strange outlook on fate. Every Consort Deven had ever met had struggled with it, and the wisest, like Jonathan, had learned to keep their mouths shut and let things unfold as they were meant to, because to disturb the order of things often brought far more dire consequences.
Of course, try explaining that to Miranda, for example, who was determined to forge her own destiny no matter what. It would take her a few decades to realize that seeing the future and having power over it were two entirely different things . . . assuming, of course, she didn’t get herself killed first.
“What’s wrong?” Jonathan asked as they entered the bedroom. “All of a sudden you’re a hundred miles away.”
Deven let the Consort lead him to bed and begin relieving him of his pesky attire, including the three concealed knives he wore, which by now Jonathan was well versed in ferreting out. “The Council meeting,” he admitted reluctantly. He might as well be honest; Jonathan might not know everything there was to know about his mate, but he did know Deven’s moods and expressions far better than Deven would have liked. “I have a bad feeling about it.”
Jonathan smiled, gently shoving him onto the bed. “That’s usually my line, darling. What exactly are you dreading about it?”
“Aside from everything?”
“I know you’re not looking forward to being in the same room with Hart.”
“He’s planning something, Jonathan. He’s been up there festering for three years. 8.3 Claret is in deep cover, and it’s hard to maintain contact at this level; as far as I know we have a handle on things, but Hart’s unstable and could change his plans at any time. I can’t predict his actions, and it vexes me. I’m vexed.”
Jonathan settled beside him, propped up on one elbow. “And?”
Sighing, Deven added, “And I’m concerned about Miranda. That whole thing with the bloggers last year could have gone so much worse. People have tried to tell her she has to think ahead, but she’s just not listening.”
Jonathan nodded; he’d heard all of this before. “And?” he prompted.
They stared at each other for a moment before Deven said, “And I’m nervous about seeing him again.”
The Consort leaned down and kissed Deven’s throat just over the pulse. “Would you like me to see about getting you a chastity belt?”
Deven sighed yet again, but this time at the heady warmth of Jonathan’s lips wandering over his skin. It grew increasingly difficult to concentrate on the conversation. “It’s not that . . . you know that’s not going to happen again . . . don’t you?”
A chuckle. “I know you’d rather blow a rabid badger than deal with David right now, but you saw how well avoidance worked last time. I also know that circumstances would have to change radically for the two of you to go down that road again.”
“So you don’t have any predictions on that score? No visions of shag dancing in your head?”
“Just one,” Jonathan said, one hand wrapping around the back of Deven’s neck to pull their mouths together.
When Deven got a chance to come up for air, he panted, “Why, Mr. Burke, are you trying to distract me?”
“No,” was the reply, somewhat muffled. “I’m trying to get laid. Now, if you wouldn’t mind shutting up?”
Deven smiled up at him. “As you will it, my Lord.”
* * *
From Rolling Stone:
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“My name is Miranda, and I am a vampire.”
Two pairs of eyes, wide, were locked on her. She might have expected disbelief, but by now they knew better. They were experienced enough, and smart enough, to recognize the truth when they heard it.
The Queen of the Southern United States stood with her arms crossed at the front of the room, every inch of her from her black boots to her jewel–red hair laced with danger and power, an immortal menace arisen from the darkness to elicit fear in her prey.
At least, she hoped so.
“I’m here tonight because the two of you have been given a special assignment for the Austin Live Music Festival: namely, me. Your supervisor, Detective Maguire, has chosen you to act as liaisons between my security staff and the Austin Police Department. We felt it was important that you know what you’re getting into in the unlikely event of an incident Saturday night.”
She caught each of their gazes and held them until they looked away. She had found that humans had a hard time keeping eye contact with her; she wasn’t sure what they saw, but she remembered a time when she couldn’t meet people’s eyes either, and she knew the power in that kind of contact.
Detective Maguire sat at the back of the room, keeping his distance from Faith, who was waiting for her cue. They could have sent another Elite to handle this meeting, but after what had happened to Detective Ojedo a few months ago, Miranda had wanted to make absolutely sure the two liaisons understood what they were dealing with.
“Do either of you know the circumstances of Detective Ojedo’s death?” she asked. They all did, but she didn’t wait for a reply. “He was investigating a drug ring that had hired several vampires as enforcers. He knew what they were, and he knew better than to pursue one alone, but he tried to play hero, and this”—Miranda opened her mouth and pressed her tongue against her canines—“is what happened.”
One officer gasped; the other shrank back visibly.
When her teeth had slid back into her jaw and she knew she could speak without lisping, she went on. “In the event that you are faced with a vampire, either Saturday night at the festival or at any point in your careers, do not engage. You have each been given a code to send via text message, which will bring my people in ninety seconds or less, but under no circumstances—no matter who is in jeopardy—should you attempt to fight or shoot a vampire. You will piss us off and die.”
She gestured to Faith.
The Second rose and walked down to the front of the conference room. The detectives hadn’t known she was there until now, and it was clear they had guessed what Faith was.
“All right,” Miranda said. “I want you to see why trying to fight one of us is suicide. We are stronger, faster, and much harder to kill than you are. Even in Kevlar with a nine–millimeter, you’re basically just food to us. We will drain your blood until you shrivel and we will walk away smiling.”
Miranda nodded to Faith.
Faith shot her a grin, then took a swing at her.
The fight wasn’t choreographed, but they had practiced slowing things down just a little so that the audience would still be able to track their movements instead of just registering a blur of activity. They also had to hold back enough not to damage the room; the training spaces at the Haven were much bigger, and they were used to fighting in alleys without ceilings or desks.
Miranda spun around and blocked Faith’s kick, then backflipped in midair and landed about six feet away, dropping low so that Faith’s boot whizzed past her head but didn’t connect. They weren’t using weapons, which put Faith at an advantage, but Faith had said she considered this part of Miranda’s training, a chance for her to practice without a blade.
Not that the detectives knew that. To them, even the most amateur vampire warrior was Bruce Lee on an espresso–methamphetamine bender. By the time Faith and Miranda stopped their display, bowed to each other, and stepped back, one of the policemen was stark white, and the other one, a stoic Asian man who cleaned his glasses a lot, was gripping the sides of his desk with shaking knuckles.
“Thank you, Faith,” Miranda told her Second. “I’ll be out in thirty.”
Faith nodded, bowed, and strode out the door, locking it again behind her.
Miranda turned back to the detectives. “Now then. I only have half an hour, so let’s get down to it: Any questions?”
Two hands shot into the air.
Shadow’s Fall is the third book in your Shadow World series. How have things changed since the end of the second book, Shadowflame? And what hasn’t changed?
Shadow’s Fall takes place three years after the end of Shadowflame, and Miranda’s settling in to her life as Queen as well as her fame as a musician – she’s won a Grammy, sold millions of CDs, and had the media prying into her private life, which puts her in a tricky position because of course nobody can find out she’s a vampire. The awesome thing is that she’s got her geek husband who can create all of these technological solutions that fool people into thinking she’s human.
Without giving too much away, what’s in store for Miranda and company in Shadow’s Fall? Will we see any of the secondary characters from Queen of Shadows and Shadowflame? Any exciting new characters?
Almost everyone who didn’t die in Shadowflame will reappear in Shadow’s Fall. The story centers around a ten–year vampire political summit as well as a major music festival in Austin, so a lot of powerful personalities will clash. We’ll get to meet some of the people that have only been talked about before, and some old rivalries will come to a head. There are two new major characters – a vampire named Jeremy who works for one of the villains, and a human Witch named Stella who’s a big Miranda fangirl.
The Shadow World books are set in your hometown of Austin, Texas. Why did you choose to set the books there? Are some of the landmarks real places? Can people actually go sit at the same table at Amy’s where David and Miranda had ice cream?
I love this city. It’s the only place in Texas I could live. Austin has its own spirit, and I wanted it to be almost a character in the story. And yes, many of the landmarks are real; the two places people always ask about are Amy’s Ice Creams and Kerbey Lane Café, both of which are very much real, although the Kerbey location I was writing about in the first two books has moved since then.
What authors would you say have influenced your writing, storytelling, and world–building?
Odd as it may sound, I’m more influenced by television than books. I honestly don’t read a whole lot of fiction, and what I do read isn’t urban fantasy – I like memoirs, particularly stories of personal transformation. My major influences are people like Joss Whedon and the showrunners of The Vampire Diaries, Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson. When I write I tend to envision scenes complete with camera angles and music – I’ve been doing that since I saw my first Buffy episode. On the other hand, back in my teens and 20s I read a lot of high fantasy like Mercedes Lackey, so I tend to structure series more as one giant story than a monster–of–the–week sort of thing.
There are a number of mythological references throughout the books drawing from Classical as well as Judaic mythology. How does mythology come into the writing process for you? For example, did you write Queen of Shadows with the Hades/Persephone myth in mind or did the similarities occur to you later?
I come from a NeoPagan background, so ancient myths have always held a lot of power for me. A long time ago I made the connection in my head that my favorite fairy tale, Beauty and the Beast, was essentially the Persephone myth – and most vampire stories, or at least the romantic ones, are retellings of Beauty and the Beast to one degree or another. I didn’t exactly set out to emulate the myth with Queen of Shadows, but the deeper I got into the story the more I realized that’s what I was doing. Since a mythological slant fit the first book so well, I just sort of ran with it, and Shadowflame has echoes of the Garden of Eden and the story of the goddess Lilith. Shadow’s Fall has a sort of backwards phoenix myth to it, but that myth won’t be complete until the next book. Of course, by then we’re getting into the mythology of the vampires themselves, which is going to be very important to the story arc.
The books have lots of nods to pop culture (David’s geeky t–shirts, etc.). What are some of the television shows, movies, etc. that have influenced you?
Aside from the ones I mentioned above, I’m a big lover of most of the standard geek staples: Star Wars, Doctor Who, Firefly. I’ve also been a follower of Supernatural, which I loved for its adaptation of the Apocalypse story from Revelations and the whole angel/demon mythos. I eat that stuff up. I also like a few of the more pedestrian procedural shows, like Bones, Castle, and NCIS, which factor into my books a bit too. I’m an unapologetic Harry Potter fangirl, and I recently read The Hunger Games trilogy and loved it – sometimes reading an author whose style is completely unlike your own is incredibly valuable. All of those things influence my writing. I’m definitely a child of my culture.
Would you be a Miranda Grey fan? Do you listen to her kind of music?
Oh yes. Miranda’s music, in my head, is the bastard love child of Tori Amos and Florence + the Machine. In fact as I’m typing this I have “Hey Jupiter” playing on my iPod. I especially love piano–driven singers; Miranda’s piano is the same one Tori plays, which is where I got that idea – the Imperial Grand has such a rich, dark sound. It just said “vampire music” to me.
What made you decide to make Miranda a musician?
It seemed like a natural outgrowth of her living in Austin – we’re up to our ears in musicians here. First came the idea of her being cursed with this intense empathic gift, and I asked myself how she would channel that if she didn’t really know how to control it. I have really strong emotional reactions to music, so I wondered what would happen if the person singing could consciously manipulate that.
What inspired the Shadow World political structure? The whole Prime/Queen Pair and Signet configuration? How about the stones that flash?
It came together piece by piece. I was really tired of the usual soul–mate schtick where you meet this person and after that your relationship is blissful forever. I always thought having a real soul mate would probably be really hard – someone who comes into your life with this intense connection to you, and yet you’re still two people with two histories, two personalities, and two sets of goals and values. I find stories of perfect romance exceedingly boring. Like I often say, a woman’s story doesn’t end with her man.
Also, I wanted David to be a very powerful figure because Miranda needed a power structure to grow into. A lot of fictional worlds have dealt with vampire society, but not that many go into it as if it were magical or even spiritual in nature – that there’s a greater purpose to it than “Let’s be rich and fabulous and eat people.”
To be honest I have no idea where the Signets themselves came from. The idea was just sort of there when it came time to write the story. As I considered the societal structure I thought the leaders needed to be obviously recognizable as leaders, so they needed a badge of office, and something in my mind wanted to know what would happen if that badge was more than just a badge – what if it had power of its own, and linked back to the creation of vampires as a race?
Do you see yourself in any of your characters?
I don’t think it’s possible to create a character without a bit of yourself in him or her. To write a believable, textured character you need to be able to get into their skin – even the really nasty bad guys – and if you do it right, you leave a piece of yourself there. I read a theory once that when you dream, every person in the dream represents an aspect of your personality. Writing is a lot like that.
You’re currently working on the fourth book in the series, Of Shadow Born (coming out in 2013). Without giving anything away, how have the characters evolved over the course of four books? Have you come to know the characters so that they’re easier to write as the series progresses? Are some easier than others? Do you have any favorites?
Miranda can actually be hard to write because I want her to stay, for lack of a better word, human, even while becoming this total badass. She’s growing into her power but she still makes really huge mistakes. Her relationship with David has had to endure some pretty massive blows, but I think David said in the first book that vampires at their level of influence can’t have quiet or safe lives. Also Miranda is starting to deal with the idea of being immortal – staying the same while everything around her dies is starting to affect her a little.
Then on the other hand you have Cora, who is also very strong but in a completely different way than Miranda – you don’t have to be a sword–wielding warrior princess to be strong. She has a traumatic background like Miranda does but she handles it very differently – she’s a gentle person, very compassionate, water to Miranda’s fire.
I have a lot of fun writing David and Deven’s relationship – here you have two exes who each have a mate they love very much but still can’t help loving each other. They play off each other really well – there’s always something new to fight about. Deven is a particularly interesting case because he’s 700 years old, so we’re never going to know his whole story. He could have been a lion tamer and a WWII fighter pilot for all we know.
Finally, which characters are more fun to write: humans or vampires?
Vampires are definitely more fun, but it’s a little challenging to write a story where almost all of the characters are vampires who live in their own society, have their own clubs, even their own tattoo parlors. In the first book Miranda was our surrogate coming into their world; we got to ride along with her as she learned all this stuff was real and just how complicated it was. Even though her life was hardly what you’d call normal, what with the creeping insanity and all, she still had that mortal vulnerability. And while she’s still the new kid on the block compared to everyone else, she’s removed from the human world. In the second book her friend Kat was the human element and she couldn’t deal with it at all. In Shadow’s Fall we meet Stella, who’s still in her early 20s but also already involved with the paranormal, so her relationship with the Shadow World is going to be totally different from either Kat’s or human Miranda’s. But Miranda has been trying to hold onto her human life, and it’s already slipping through her fingers because she’s never going to be an ordinary vampire – or an ordinary Queen.
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