What a year that was...
2014 saw the final part of my EPIC nine-book series reaching the shelves, and there was much rejoicing. It was a bit of a scramble to get it written in time, as it generally is, but this book achieved everything I wanted it to achieve, and so I remain immensely proud of it. The ninth book, and the events that transpire within it, had been a secret I'd been keeping for seven years, and it was such a relief to get it out there. Sure, I didn't tie up every last plot thread — in some cases I just ran out of time, in others I decided to be mean and simply not resolve stuff — but it was a fitting send-off, I think.
The publication saw another astonishing Tom Percival cover, plus a very limited black edition which, as it turned out, was an extraordinarily clever bit of marketing by yours truly. It meant that the excitement that first morning was ELECTRIC as everyone rushed to search through each shop. That wasn't my original intent — I just wanted a cool black book — but to follow the tweets that morning as each copy got snapped up... that was awesome.
The reaction to the book was exactly what I wanted, also. True, there was some confusion over the chapters that ended mid-sentence, but all in all, readers understood what I was doing. And then to catch you all out right at the end....
... glorious...
The Dying of the Light got me back touring, of course, and we fit in the Requiem Ball and the Theatre of Shadows, and I once again visited New Zealand and Australia and met loads of enthusiastic readers. If ever my ego was in need of a boost...
And then I got home, and got to work on the NEW book.
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*storms off into room 10, unable to be around Clara any longer*
(It's not Tia, it's Tanya :S)
*watches Tia storm off*
*wipes lips*
*quietly* I did not kiss you, you kissed me.
(I apologize. Tanya, then.)
(I'm just so used to calling you Tia.)
*raises an eyebrow at Clara*
Smooth.
(Hello.)
(Hey Soph!
*cuddles*)
*bitterly* I do not attempt to be smooth, Silente, I am not peanut butter.
(No Rhos, it isn't Val.
Good question Tia, come to think of it her nationality hasn't been mentioned and I can't find it anywhere, I'll have to say Irish because the majority of the characters are Irish.
And no Sil, it isn't Myra.)
(Hello, Silente. *cuddles her back* Where did we get to with the roleplay?)
(Hello, Sophia.)
(Dang it Vel... This is hard *sighs* )
(@Soph ummm...I believe Claire asked Sil to tell her what happened at the wedding?)
(@Velvet the girl who stole Val's jacket?)
(Hello, Tia.
Silente - then you may continue should you want to?)
(Did she make it to the last book alive?)
*smiles at Claire*
Oh there's..not much to tell. A kiss, a night, a new love, a lie, a poem, a catastrophy..
*the sounds of a room being smashed can be heard*
Claire: I really don't understand.
(That reminds me don't kiss me on the cheek. My friend does this thing where she goes to kiss you, expecting you to move. I was talking to someone and didn't notice. After much flailing and scrubbing of the face and hysterical laughter from the others I was highly traumatized.)
*glances up at the ceiling*
*sighs heavily*
*that's going to cost an arm and a leg to repair*
Well...You see, I was with Beth by then-
*smiles at Beth*
And we...um...spent some nights with a friend..
Who then made a poem...
About said nights...
And read it at the wedding.
And now the groom is a statue and I have a branded hand.
(You deserve that. You really weren't too kind Clara.)
When have I ever been kind, Silente? Answer me that.
*storms into the kitchen to make tea*
I will never understand why people gravitate towards me when I have made it perfectly clear that I do not care.
Bethany: It was the daughter of the goddess of death.
Claire: Well, that sounds eventful. Why didn't you invite me?
Bethany: I could heal the branding if you like, Silente.
(No Sil, not Kitana.
And she died in the last book Tia.)
(*follows her*
You were kind at Christmas. And got me awesome puppets for my birthday..
Which reminds me, I never gave you your Christmas present!
*searches through pockets*)
(Zaffy! Is it zaffy, S?)
Invite you to which..the nights or the wedding.. your a bit young for the nights..
*smiles at Beth*
It's fine..I deserve a reminder.
Of course I am kind at Christmas. To be unkind at Christmas is to be truly heartless.
*pours tea*
*teeth gritted angrily*
But I do not appreciate people toying with my emotions or primal urges. I have spent years teaching myself to think rationally about everything, without fail, and all that training can easily be broken by someone acting as emotional and upsetting as Tanya.
Claire: Ew, no! Not the nights. The wedding.
Bethany: No, you don't. You deserve only happiness.
(*nods*
You'll be fine. Keep it together Clara..
Aha!
*produces a big spider with adorable eyes from her pocket*
*it has a ribbon and a bow on it*
Viola!)
*goes downstairs and makes some coffee*
Would you like some, Clara?
*laughs*
I didn't invite you to the wedding because it was a bit...hectic. I didn't want you hurt.
*looks at Beth*
I have you for that..
*takes the spider*
*stares at it, skittering around*
Spider: Meep.
. . . A spider?
*glances up*
*sees Tanya*
*looks away*
I have already made tea, thank you.
(Not just any spider. It spins gold. And it lays diamonds, not eggs.)
A spider that spins gold?
How curious.
Spider: $$$$.
Wherever did you find such a thing?
*wonder where to put it*
*wonders
Claire: I suppose... So I'll be living with you?
Bethany: I... Thank you?
*nods at Claire* I believe you will be.
(*shrugs*
I have my ways. Don't piss it off. It'll bite. And scar. And hurt. Knock you out for a day or so too.)
If neither of you have any objections that is..?
Yes, it's normal to have crushes on fictional characters. I even (remotely) know someone who describes themselves as panfictoromantic because they're panromantic but they tend to develop feelings more for fictional characters than for real people so they decided to represent that in their orientation label. XD
I'm weird when I get obsessed with people because I don't want to meet them or know them. I jsut want to read about them/read stuff they say/hear stuff they say and obsess over them. :P Is THAT normal?
Also, Lav, my characters don't become me. I become my characters. XD So I work the opposite way around to you, I think. :)
Goodness. I suppose I'd better be careful with it then. I wonder where I should-
Spider: $$$$!
*skitters onto the counter*
Oi! Come back here at once!
Spider: *skitters off into the depths of the hotel*
. . . Oh dear.
I suppose it shall turn feral. Spinning webs and eating all the other spiders.
Still, that would be a lovely thing. Imagine a hotel where all the cobwebs are made of gold, instead of silk.
Goodness, Star, that was sudden.
(*smiles*
You'll probably find it by the boiler. Likes warm places.)
Bethany: I have no objections. Although... Silente and I may want time to ourselves every now and again.
Claire: Ew... I have no objections, but I have a condition. *points at Silente* You will never, ever, ever leave me in the same way again without telling me.
Good to know. Thank you.
Tea?
(I am here my darlings!)
Welcome, Inky! How are you on this fine day?
*rolls eyes*
Its not ew... it's aww. And I won't leave you like that again..I'm sorry..
(No thank you Clara.
Hello Chloe!)
Very well then.
*sips tea*
I will be leaving now. Good bye, Clara. I hope we meet again.
*leaves the hotel*
I was replying to a comment or two on the last page, Clara.
And, yeah. I AM THE MASTER OF SUDDEN
sorta.
Btw, your Blogland Archive sounds really cool. :) :) :)
(I am starving
you?)
(Hey, Amazinky!)
*quietly*
Goodbye, Tanya.
(Hello Star )
(Chlo Chlo! *prepared for glomping* )
Why yes, Star, I flatter myself to think it's rather cool.
(hi Sil! STar! Kas!)
Claire: You'd better not. So will you help me move in?
(Rhossie! *glomps*)
(Hello, Chloe.)
(*sits on the desk, legs swinging*
Hope you like the present.)
*smiles*
Sure. You don't have..much..Uh. actually you do have a lot of stuff..
*thinks*
I might get you a storage space..
(Hi Soph!
how art everyone?)
I love it, Silente, thank you.
*nudges her off the desk*
Careful, now. That's mahogany.
*sits by a tree thinking about things*
(Also, cobwebs are so PRETTY. :)
Yesyes, Clara. :)
Msd. I'm staring at the next Stormlight Archive book wanting to read it but not wanting to finish reading it so not wanting to start yet, but I might start and so disappear.
(Hey, Star. If you like it, you should read it...)
(*rolls eyes and stands*
Meanie. You never let me sit where I want.)
(@Inky not too bad. Got a B on my resit :)
Bethany: I could create a cellar for my house for her to place her things in, and a room for her to sleep?
(Well done, Jai c:)
Well, when you get your own extremely expensive and difficult-to-maintain Hotel, you may sit wherever you like.
(well done Jai!)
*to Beth*
You might disapprove of some of her stuff..
(Thanks. :D
@Clara hmph. Meanie. I can't sit on the desk, I can't sit in the chair, I can't sit upstairs..)
Oh, don't whine. You generally don't come to my Hotel to sit. You come here to inflict grievous bodily harm upon my person.
Of course, sitting is preferable.
*gestures to all the couches and armchairs around the fire*
I think you forget about those.
(I will be going now. Good bye.)
(*waves a hand*
I don't like them as much.
*plays with the bell*)
*accepts glomping and huggles you*
How art thou? )
(Well done Jai! )
Claire: I have guns. And blades.
Bethany: I see.
(Bye Kas..)
(No Sil, not Zaffy.)
*the body of a girl floats to the surface of the Blogland lake*
(byii Kassy! *huggles*
oooo my brother called my mum an alcoholic...)
Yeah..I'll make her a storage room, use a portal sigil as a door.
Would that be, by any chance, Dragon's Tear Lake, Velvet?
*grabs the bell*
Be careful with that! It's quite delicate.
Do you want something, or are you here only to fool around?
(Im hungry, you? *huggles*
Vel!!!!!!)
(It is delicate, isn't it.
And technically fooling around is a reason to be here.)
(Hmmm... Yes! I suppose so!
Hey Chlo!)
*the body of a girl floats to the surface of Dragon's Tear Lake*
Silente, you know full well that I'll be forced to throw you out of here if you continue wasting my time.
(I'm a mixed bag right now *nods and snuggles*
And because you're hungry you can eat my left arm (because I don't really need it... )
And your brother is living dangerously, calling your mum that *nods* )
*giggles at Velvet*
Ah, you're the best sort of person.
(brbg food!)
(Bye, Jai...
I guess it wasn't meant to be, Clara.)
(Okay Chlo enjoy your food )
Nothing is ever "meant-to-be," Tanya. Either it is or it is not.
(*smiles*
Well. You can try.)
Return soon, Inky.
Try?
Is that a challenge?
I've ejected you from this Hotel many times before.
Bethany: Yes. Perhaps.
Claire: Could you come and help me carry my things?
(And I've entered many times afterwards.)
Yeah sure. Same house right?
Not if I immediately relocate. And honestly, Silente, don't you have better things to do than sit around and be infuriating?
(Nope. Never.)
Claire: Yes. Same house.
*groans in exasperation*
*puts head in hands*
You really do love to torture me . . .
*the girl drifts ever closer to the edge of the lake and towards the ground*
Good
*opens a portal*
Personally I'm surprised your machine gun didn't go off in your sleep..
(Only a little.)
*shakes head wearily*
I am far too sober to deal with this.
(Ah Clara relax! I'm behaving for a bit.)
*the soft movements of the lake gently push her up onto the shore, then they retreat, leaving her alone, in the snow. Still she does not wake, but lies there, only a dull heartbeat, only breathing every now and then, close to death*
. . . Fine then. Be that way. I have important Hotel things to do.
*starts to do paperwork*
Claire: I started hugging it again when you left... And quite frankly I didn't care if it did.
(back!)
*the temperature plummets, the girl's jeans and shirt ripped and clinging to her body with the moisture from the lake. Blood pools out of a crack on the girl's forehead, and it mixes with the water to become a diluted liquid, pink in colour. It freezes as the air gets colder*
(Mhmm. *looks at the paper work*
What's that?)
Ashlea: *stumbles upon the girl and gasps*
Oh no!
*winces and nods*
I'm sorry..
*the girl takes a rattling breath, then lies still, her heart beat no more*
Claire: *shrugs* Forget it. It's in the past. *walks through the portal*
Bethany: *follows Claire*
Ashlea: ah!
*starts CPR on the girl*
*sternly* Hotel. Things.
. . . Mostly repair bills, if you must know. Most of them only here because of you.
*follows the both*
*smiles slightly*
(*grins*
Don't complain. You'll only get more by complaining..)
*sighs heavily*
*keeps working*
*the girl coughs lightly, then mummers something incoherent as her heart beat starts up again*
Ashlea: No no no no no!
*kiss of life*
*CPR chest compressions*
(*sits in a tree and observes*)
*the girl gasps and her eyelids flutter open and she sees Ashlea. The girl scrambles back, frightened, and falls back into the freezing cold lake. The girl falls under the surface, back to the depths from which she emerged from*
Claire: *walks to her desk, looking through her papers*
Ashlea: wait!
*dives jn after her*
*gasps at the cold, inhaling water, freezing up*
Any specific things up here you want taking?
Claire: My bed... *sees a piece of paper with writing reading, "I miss Silente"* *she immediately screws it up, placing it in the bin*
*the Midnight Hotel quietly sinks down into the ground*
Okay.
*raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask*
*moves to the bed and almost casually picks it up, moving under it for a better hold*
(I will be back soon.)
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Farewell, everyone. I must depart.
*departs*
(rhossie! *jumps down from the tree*)
(Bye Clara!)
(byii Anni!)
(*watches dan and phil play five nights at freddys*
*screams*
*laughs when dan falls off his chair*)
(don't know if the other thing posted... )
(bye Clars )
(Where?! *looks around for a Rhossie* I don't see a Rhossie?)
(Bye Clara!)
*the girls stops trying to find the top of the lake and let's herself sink*
(you are rhossie! *glomps*)
Ashlea: *swims faster, needing air*
*reaches the girl and hugs her*
*kicks furiously, trying to reach the top*
*accepts glomping and huggles you*
No I'm not! I'm Steven Segal *smiles*
(you are Rhossie!)
(@Chloe wanna rp?)
(No I'm Channing Tatum! )
(*mutters* I wish
JOKE!)
(...)
(that was at Rhos!
sorry Jai didn't see your comment#
okay ^^)
*the girl opens her eyes and grabs Ashlea, bending her knees and shooting up to the surface and onto the shore* *she collapses again*
(Okay...I cant remember what happened so I'll go from 'how was your night' said by Inky.)
MrBBWolf: *flinches and hides slightly behind his cup, blushing*
Ashlea: *coughs up water on the shore*
*pants and lays. next to the. Girl*
(Sure.... You were "joking" yeah you weren't
We both know you want Channing Tatum as your boyfriend *nods* )
(okay ^^)
*arches an eyebrow*
CHris: *whisltes innocently*
guys?
(like that's gonna happen
Im happy with my Rhossie ^^)
MrBBWolf: I-it..was...um...o-okay?
(awwwwww, I would like to meet this Rhossie, because he seems like a swell guy *grins* )
*nods* okay... *to Chris* so where are you staying?
Chris: I...don't actually have a home...
oh, do you want to stay here? *smiles*
Chris: If that's alright, thank you
(you are my rhossie!)
MrBBWolf: *frowns*
I t-thought you had a..reclusive home?
*weakly opens an eye , then looks cautiously at Ashlea*
Chris: I did....but it sank..
Ashlea: *looks at her*
You okay?
*face soft, gentle, no hint of malice or badness*
MrBBWolf: Oh..i-im sorry for your loss..
(pffft you can't have me!
I'm Dave! I have no idea who this Rhossie is?)
Chris: its fine *smiles* it was like a dump
(*looks upset*)
MrBBWolf: *smiles slightly back*
At least there's r-room here?
Chris: there is *looks around* its a nice place
(omg! was watching five nights at freddies and something brushed past my foot and I screamed
it was my dog XD)
(*rolls eyes*
Everyone seems terrified of 5 nights @ freddies.)
MrBBWolf: *nods*
It is..i-i'm glad Inky let's me stay..
(ah Ha! Your not upset! You're very much happy and jumpy
Because of fnaf *nods* and your dog *smiles* )
Jai fnaf is very jump scary *nods* )
(@Rhos okay. Everyone always says it's so scary and I'm just like 'how scary can it be.')
of course I let you stay! *narrows eyes* you have responsibilities
*nods slowly*
MrBBWolf: *winces at that look and nods*
I-I know..I have to look after t-the little monster..
*smiles slightly*
(watch it and you'll see how scary it is *nods* )
Ashlea: *smiles gently*
Good...
Oh come on! you love her really *grins*
(*parades around with a flag with Chloe's face on it*
I haves the bestest girlfriend ever! )
*After a full day of typing away on his strange little holographic keyboard in the lobby of the Midnight Hotel he final stops and allows it to fade away*
*About three feet in front of him, lines of code begin to swirl and take the shape of a man*
MrBBWolf: *smiles*
She is cute..
(hey J! how art thou?)
Chris: adorable *smiles*
*Lilith is crying upstairs*
(Cool Pic Chlo *nods* )
*stares at the smile and gets worried/confused. Holds her breath*
MrBBWolf: I..should check on her.
*gets up*
Ashlea: is you're head..Okay?
(thanks rhossie ^^)
thankw Wolfie *smiles*
Chris: shall I come? I may be able to calm her down?
(Hello, hello. I'm good, how is everyone else?)
*After a few moments the code fades away, replaced by flesh and a familiar black cloak*
MrBBWolf: I-if you a want..
*puts the coffee down and starts heading up*
(im alright thanks )
Chris: *follows him and summons his fiddle*
*continues to hold her breath and stares terrified at Ashlea*
*watches Ashlea and the woman from the shadows*
(Hello.)
MrBBWolf: *goes to the nursery*
Hey...what's up Lil?
(Hey Tia.)
Ashlea: ...
*wonders if she smells*
*The figure tests its joints a few times, rolling its neck and clenching its fists*
*An explosion of shadows accompanies a joyful shout as Blake Soul raises his fist to the sky*
Bake: WOOOOOOO! Back from the dead! Haha! Not even death can hold me back!
You're welcome....
(Hello J and Kas )
(Your welcome Chlo Chlo )
(hey Kassy!)
*Lilith continues to cry*
Chris@: *frowns*
*holds up his fiddle and starts playing a lullaby*
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