From a recent conversation with Kerstin Hall:
“A lot of details are never seen by readers,” [Friedman] says. “Sometimes I come up with details that I intend to put into my books, but more often I develop ideas to flesh out my world and make it feel real, that never are directly relevant to the plot.”
“In the Dreamwalker series there are small hominids known as “abbies” that serves as slaves. I doubt my main characters will ever find out where that name is from, or who brought them to Terra Prime, or other details of the local slave market…but I need to know all that to keep the story consistent.”Read More
When Jessica Drake learned that her DNA didn’t match that of her parents, she had no idea that the search for her heritage would put her family’s lives in danger, or force her to cross into another world. In an alternate Earth dominated by individuals with unnatural mental powers called Gifts, Jessica learned that there was a curse within her blood, one so feared that all who possessed it were destroyed on sight. For she was a Dreamwalker, and the same dark Gift that would allow her to enter the dreams of others would eventually destroy her mind and spread insanity to all those around her.Read More
Just turned in the final draft for DREAMSEEKER, volume 2 in the Dreamwalker Trilogy. Yes, it turned out to be a trilogy! Though I considered making it a longer series, I decided my readers deserved an ending in less time than that. Volume 2 ups the ante on darkness, features the young Shadow Isaac as a main character, and should blow away the “second book of a trilogy” curse. Jesse’s dreamwalking powers are front and center, with some wonderful (and disturbing) dream manipulations. Coming in July to a bookstore near you.
Will post excerpts soon.
Dreamwalker is here in paperback. And a beautiful paperback it is, too…get your copy now!
A Haiku Suite
White-winged birds settle
Softly on beach sands, sunlit,
Dreaming of snowfall
Proud pine trees festooned
With coconuts, reminder
Of the desert Christ.
Vampires dream sweetly
Of nights too long to measure
And buy tickets north.
Because you can never have too much vampire poetry….
This one is an (obvious) homage to the poetry of Robert W. Service.
The Longest Night
There is a land where the cold winds blow
And blood runs chill in mortal veins
Where game is scarce and the hunt is cold,
And loneliness drives a man insane.
There is a place where the world is ice
And where even wolves are loathe to roam.
Where the earth is white and the sky is black
And the spirit frozen.
I call it home.
The living have given it fearsome names
The doomed have cursed it with dying breath,
But it draws them still, for passion and gold,
This frozen empire whose king is Death.
So they brave the darkness that has no end
And they curse the ice that swallows the day
While the madness beckons, that comes of the dark
In a world without sunrise.
I call them prey.Read More