Book One (click on image for Goodreads link):
Dedushka stares at
the door, frowning. He knocks again. Rachel slips her hand into mine. It’s
damp—everything’s damp. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back. But I
squeeze.
We wait, listening
for the sound of footsteps coming towards us. It suddenly reminds me of
Halloween, standing on a porch with Myka holding my hand, both of us in
ridiculously complex costumes courtesy of Mom. Waiting for footsteps to bring
us candy.
This is a different
kind of candy, but I still want it.
I step forward and
try the door. Locked. I glance at Dedushka.
“Perhaps he waits for
us inside.” He scratches at his beard. “We try the back.”
He strides down the
steps, around the carport side. We follow, slower. Looking everywhere.
“Yakob.” Dedushka’s
voice is spiked with urgency. When we get to the back, Dedushka stands there
holding the door open, looking in. “It is wrong,” he says. “Be careful.” He
goes in, stepping lightly. I go up, see what he means, and let go of Rachel’s
hand.
It’s trashed. Unless
Vladimir is a really messy housekeeper, someone’s been here before us. The door
opens into a kitchen, and every surface, almost every inch of the floor, is
covered with silverware, shards of glass, scraps of paper. The drawers and
cupboards are open. Even the refrigerator is open, pumping cold air uselessly
into the room. I close it, then follow Dedushka. Rachel follows me.
They were looking for
the serum. They had to be, with everything searched through like this. Jesus,
how did they know about the old man and the serum?
Dedushka keeps moving
forward, slowly. I move too, even though every cell in my body wants to stop
and run away like my legs are on fire. They might still be here. They might
take me again, shove me underground again. End everything.
Rachel is silent
behind me.
I keep walking.
Dedushka looks in a front bedroom, left off a short hall. He moves on, to the
last room. I poke my head in the front one too. It’s a trophy room, or it was
before it all got turned over. Baseball stuff, bats and balls and gloves and
tickets, hundreds of tickets. I can see spaces on the wall where frames must’ve
hung, but now they’re on the floor with everything else, shattered.
Dedushka makes a
strangled noise from the back bedroom, and I jump for the door. I stop short
when I see, Rachel at my shoulder. She screams, small, before she cuts it off.
Vladimir is sprawled on his back across the bed, a
gunshot hole in the middle of his forehead.
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Post:
Sequels
THE
DARK AT THE END was my first time writing a sequel—and I have to say, it was a
lot harder than I thought it would be. Coming off of it feels a bit like the
day after you have a baby, and you swear you will NEVER do that again. I might
do that again, but not for a while!
I
thought going in that it would be easier. I already knew the characters so
well! And the world was mine. All I
had to do was go back in and play for a while, right?
Not
exactly.
Since
this is also the final book in the series, the struggle was to make sure that I
did right by all the characters, that I wrapped up all the threads
appropriately in a satisfying way. I also took it a step further this time, and
added two points of view: Rachel, Jake's love interest, and Myka, his
twelve-year-old sister. In the first book, Jake was isolated for a lot of the
time, quite literally, but in DARK his world has expanded, and it was important
to capture those other stories. It was a challenge to balance three points of
view, and three stories that all intertwined.
So
those were the struggles. But as with all things, there were good parts as
well, and I believe in celebrating the good parts.
--I
love this world so much, and I got to stay in it a bit longer. Jake's story is
dark, and sometimes violent, but it is also fascinating to explore the
intricacies of what happens when super powers and the government collide. I tried
very hard to keep in mind why the "bad guys" were acting as they did.
It always made sense to them.
--I
love the characters. I said on tour for the first book that somehow I had an
18-year-old boy inside me, and I still do. It feels natural to write Jake
particularly. And so, so fun.
--I
got to end the story the way I wanted. I originally had a three-book arc in
mind, but ended up streamlining it to two complete books. I really wanted to
leave Jake, Rachel, Myka, and the rest in a particular place, and I'm so happy
I got to do that.
I
hope the readers of TUNNEL VISION will be as happy as I am!
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