So I’ve said before that Twilight was the book I actually never had plans to write. More than anything else, I wasn’t certain I could do Avalon justice. He’s always been more than a little intimidating, given who and what he is, all he’s been through. And I’m no historical writer, as I think Midnight proves.
But my wife and friends asked, and I’m weaksauce. So hopefully I haven’t fucked up ^^
It was fun being able to write Devlin and crew again. This one obviously focuses on Neirin and Barra (and Avalon). Like Midnight, it’s divided into parts and each part is a different POV.
This book also obviously connects different threads of DwtD verse, since the final book, Dance in the Storm, will really bring them all together. The connections to DwtD and Sotk/SotD are pretty obvious, but there is also a couple of connections to Dance Only for Me. One pretty obvious, the other maybe not as much, you’ll have to tell me :3
Sadly, I can’t really discuss my favorite bits of this book because it’s all spoilery stuffs. But I do hope you enjoy Twilight, and all the shenanigans therein. And since I can’t babble about the book much, I’ll leave you with one of my favorite little bits 😊 Because nothing is more fun than fucking with Devlin.
Heaving a sigh, Devlin faced Avalon once more. “So what do I need to do? This is magic beyond my experience.”
Avalon winced. “Declare it, that you give me one year of your life to give me one day of freedom.”
Devlin eyed him warily, but then stood up straight, shoulders set, and said, “I grant to Prince Avalon, freely and with full understanding, one year of life that you may have one day of freedom.”
Avalon was absolutely certain he was about to die. Stepping forward, moving as quickly as possible, he grasped Devlin’s face, kissed each of his cheeks, and finally the softest, briefest kiss he could manage across his mouth. Stepping hastily away and bracing to be hit, he said, “The bargain is struck and sealed.”
For a moment, Devlin just gaped, too taken aback to react. But before disbelief could turn to anger, the room filled with the sound of laughter. They turned to Midnight, who was laughing so hard he had to lean against a nearby chair to keep himself from falling over.
He looked up, saw them staring, and just laughed harder. “Your faces. I have never seen two people enjoy a kiss less, and it barely counts as a kiss. I—” He broke off, laughing too hard to speak. Devlin stormed past him, pausing just long enough to shove Midnight over, and left the room.