I have always been the kind of person who lives in her head. At school I was the type who doodled in her notebook, stared out the window, occasionally fell asleep (usually only in aviation class), and got bad grades. Aimless until graduation, I was advised by my high school counselor to consider beauty school, but that path didn’t call to me. No one really knew what I was going to do with my life.
Of course, I knew. I’d always wanted to be a writer. I was going to do THAT. I was going to take all those worlds I had in my head and give them to other people to enjoy. Which, eventually, is exactly what I did.
Academically, I pulled it together after high school and went on to finish college and eventually got into graduate school. I was sensibly aiming for a career that would put food on my table if the writing thing didn’t pan out. But the writing thing did pan out and here I am living my dream, a thing I’m thankful for every day. Hey! Maybe all those bad grades through school weren’t such a bad thing after all.
These days people pay me to daydream. The world I’m daydreaming about today, right now, for this new series I’m doing for Berkley, is probably one of the more complex worlds I’ve ever written.
Imagine the fae. Imagine the fae are real. Imagine there is another race called the Phaendir, who have been known through the ages as druids. Imagine, for reasons they perceive to be righteous and noble, the Phaendir believe the fae are dangerous and should be kept away from the rest of the world.
Imagine a city called Piefferburg that takes up a large portion of the states we know as North Carolina and Virginia. This is where the fae have been imprisoned since the time America became America. Within its borders is every type of fae known to the world–the Seelie and Unseelie Courts that are filled with the shining and the nightmarish alike, goblins, hobgoblins, the Birch Ladies, waterhorses, kelpies…the list goes on.
Now imagine it is the present day and they all want out.