Ravensong Release Date Issues

RE: Ravensong release date

As some of you might be aware, Amazon in all their infinite glory has changed the release date for no apparent reason to August 7th. In fact, I am hearing that some people have had their pre-orders cancelled because of this.

THE RELEASE DATE HAS NOT CHANGED. My publisher is attempting to get this fixed with Amazon, but so far, they aren't doing anything. The book will be released everywhere else (i.e. through Dreamspinner, B&N, Kobo, the usual places) this Tuesday, 7/31. If you pre-ordered through Amazon, check to see if your pre-order was canceled. If so, you can either re-order through Amazon and hope for the best, or choose a different place to buy.

I'm sorry, I know this sucks, but it is out of my control at this point. I'm just as frustrated as you are, and hope Amazon gets their fucking asses in gear.



Ravensong: All Pre-Orders


Sorry for the delay. I've been on my publisher for a week now trying to get everything up. Delays happen, but we're mostly good to go now. It's a little frustrating, I know, but I'm also on vacation right now, and trying to do all of this and relax is not exactly working out so well so far. But we're good to go now.

Links are below. If you can't find Ravensong on a place where you normally find my books, let me know so I can follow up. And, as an FYI, if you are the type to buy physical copies, if you buy direct from the publisher, you get the ebook for free! As a reminder, too, if you buy from the publisher, I get a bigger cut of the royalties.

(note: B&N is still getting the ebook up, and Amazon is still getting the paperback up, so if you want EITHER of those and don't want to order from the publisher, you'll have to check back.)

Eight days remain.

Are you ready?


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Kobo: https://goo.gl/Z6ALJY 

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Ravensong: Or How I Am Gud Righter


So close, aren't we? If you're reading this the day I posted it, we are now only 13 days before the release of Ravensong. I've had a blast being able to write these posts leading up to the release, though I know many of you (like myself) just want the FUCKING BOOK TO COME OUT ALREADY!!!

It'll be here before you know it. Promise.

Pre-order: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/ravensong-by-tj-klune-9779-b

In thinking about what I wanted to do for this second-to-last pre-release blog post, I thought back to what the response is that I've had on previous posts for this book and others. One thing that stuck out to me is how many people enjoy the "behind-the-scenes" look into what goes into the writing process. It's a lot more work than readers sometimes tend to realize. You have the actual writing of the book itself, then the beta reading, and then the months and months and months of editing and then rereading proof-reader version, and then the galley (how the book will usually look in its final form). There are ups and downs to all these steps, and it usually begins with the first round of editing, which is always a high for me, down to the very last read through which, by then, I'm so fucking sick of the goddamn story I never want to see it ever again.

Today, though, I wanted to focus on the actual writing of the story with a little anecdote followed by some examples that show you just how nuts my brain can be.

I have this notepad function on my phone. It allows me to dictate notes to myself, which are then turned into words and saved so I can come back to them. I'm struck by story ideas/plot points at the weirdest of times, and can be in the middle of a grocery store when I think of something I desperately need to put in a book, and will pull out my phone and speak into it, creating the note so I can come back to it later. Imagine coming across me in the store, muttering into my phone, "Do werewolves have sex with each other when they're shifted, and if so, is that beastiality?"

Yeah. It goes about as well as you think. I've learned to ignore the looks I get. I've got the eccentric writer thing down.

So, I went back through the folder for my saved notes for Ravensong (314 of them!) and pulled some so you can see how much I live these books, and how stupid I can be about them. The only edits I've made to them is to remove spoilers.

Note 16: You made Carter too much of an asshole. Why would you do that? Fix it. It doesn't work like it is. He would never say ****.

Note 3:  Go back and change the part about Joe and what he says to Ox. It sounds super fake and Joe isn't that much of a bitch. Or is he?

Note 27: People are going to be pissed about it, but you need to *****.  Fuck 'em, right? They only support your entire livelihood.

Note 98: Add in that Gordo wants to **** with ****. It'll make more sense if you do it now rather than try and shoehorn it in later. Trust me. I am you.

Note 54: There is no way I can get away with ***** and **** unless I make it believable. If I don't I'm fucked. Do it right.

Note 107: What do werewolf penises look like? Does that even matter? Is there such a thing as a hot werewolf when it's an actual wolf? I don't like this.

Note 79: Stop making people monologue. Fix this. This isn't Verania (speech to text made this look like VARANYAS). It looks stupid. Fix it.

Note 115: No werewolf threesomes ever. Hi I'm a werewolf. I'm in a throuple with Chad and Brad. That's dumb.

Note 206: Carter should not be flirting with everything that moves. He's not a werewolf whore. Go back and change ****.

Note 227: Make **** and **** angstier. It's lame the way it is right now.

Note 165: They need to be howling here. Everyone needs to be howling even the humans. Which is ridiculous.

Note 236: Go back and look for what Gordo's mom's name is. I forgot. Remember to change it.

Note 238: I still need to look for Gordo's mom's name. Don't forget.

Note 247: Gordo's mom is named *****

Note 300: The moment where **** and **** go to **** doesn't work. Rewrite it. I know rewriting sucks but do it anyway.

And there you have it. This is what part of being a writer is like. It's second-guessing yourself, berating yourself, being lazy about fixing something, and thinking about werewolf penises.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

13 days!






Ravensong: The First Chapter

Three more weeks until Ravensong. It's been a long wait, I know, but it's almost here. I am proud to present to you the first chapter in it's entirety. DSP has an excerpt up, but it's incomplete. There are two more crucial scenes that round out the first chapter.

There is no hand-holding here: we jump right back into the story, beginning with a difficult scene from Wolfsong told from Gordo's perspective. If you don't remember events from Wolfsong, you might want to consider a re-read before jumping into the next book, as any recap would have been awkward in the narrative.

Pre-Order: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/ravensong-by-tj-klune-9779-b

You ready?







THE ALPHA said, “We’re leaving.”

Ox stood near the doorway, smaller than I’d ever seen him. The skin under his eyes looked bruised.

This wasn’t going to go well. Ambushes never did.

“What?” Ox asked, eyes narrowing slightly. “When?”


He said, “You know I can’t leave yet,” and I touched the raven on my forearm, feeling the flutter of wings, the pulse of magic. It burned. “I have to meet with Mom’s lawyer in two weeks to go over her will. There’s the house and—”

“Not you, Ox,” Joe Bennett said, sitting behind his father’s desk. Thomas Bennett was nothing but ash.

I saw the moment the words sunk in. It was savage and brutal, the betrayal of a heart already broken.

“And not Mom. Or Mark.”

Carter and Kelly Bennett shifted uncomfortably, standing side by side near Joe. I wasn’t pack and hadn’t been for a long, long time, but even I could feel the low thrum of anger coursing through them. But not at Joe. Or Ox. Or anyone in this room. They had revenge in their blood, the need to rend with claw and fang. They were already lost to the idea of it.

But so was I. Ox just didn’t know it yet.

“So it’s you,” Ox said. “And Carter. Kelly.”

“And Gordo.”

And now he did. Ox didn’t look at me. It might as well have been just the two of them in the room. “And Gordo. Where are you going?”

“To do what’s right.”

“Nothing about this is right,” Ox retorted. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

“I’m telling you now,” he said, and oh, Joe. He had to know this wasn’t—

“Because that’s the right—where are you going?”

“After Richard.”

Once, when Ox was a boy, his piece-of-shit father had left for parts unknown without so much as a glance over his shoulder. It took weeks for Ox to pick up the phone and call me, but he did. He’d spoken slowly, but I’d heard the hurt in every word as he told me we’re not doing okay, that he was seeing letters from the bank talking about taking away the house he and his mom lived in down that old familiar dirt road.

Could I have a job? It’s just we need the money and I can’t let her lose the house. It’s all we have left. I’d do good, Gordo. I would do good work and I’d work for you forever. It was going to happen anyway and can we just do it now? Can we just do it now? I’m sorry. I just need to do it now because I have to be the man now.

That was the sound of a boy lost.

And here in front of me, the lost boy had returned. Oh sure, he was bigger now, but his mother was in the ground, his Alpha nothing but smoke in the stars, his mate, of all fucking things, digging his claws into his chest and twisting, twisting, twisting.

I did nothing to stop it. It was already too late. For all of us.

“Why?” Ox asked, voice cracking right down the middle.

Why, why, why.

Because Thomas was dead.

Because they’d taken from us.

Because they’d come to Green Creek, Richard Collins and his Omegas, their eyes violet in the dark, snarling as they came to face the fallen king.

I had done what I could.

It wasn’t enough.

There was a boy, this little boy not even eighteen years of age, bearing the weight of his father’s legacy, the monster from his childhood made flesh. His eyes burned red, and he knew only vengeance. It pulsed through his brothers in a circle that never ended, feeding each other’s anger. He was the boy prince turned furious king, and he’d needed my help.

Elizabeth Bennett was quiet, letting it happen in front of her. Ever the muted queen, an afghan around her shoulders, watching this goddamn tragedy play out. I couldn’t even be sure she was all there.

And Mark, he—

No. Not him. Not now.

The past was past was past.

They argued, baring their teeth and growling at each other. Back and forth, each cutting until the other bled out before us. I understood Ox. The fear of losing those you loved. Of a responsibility you never asked for. Of being told something you never wanted to hear.

I understood Joe. I didn’t want to, but I did.

We think it was your father, Gordo, Osmond whispered. We think Robert Livingstone found a path back to magic and broke the wards that held Richard Collins.

Yes. I thought I understood Joe most of all.

“You can’t divide the pack,” Ox said, and oh Jesus, he was begging. “Not now. Joe, you are the goddamn Alpha. They need you here. All of them. Together. Do you really think they’d agree to—”

“I already told them days ago,” Joe said. And then he flinched. “Shit.”

I closed my eyes.



“That’s shit, Gordo.”


“And you’re going along with it.”

“Someone has to make sure he doesn’t kill himself.”

“And that someone is you. Because you’re pack.”

“Looks like.”

“By choice?”

“I think so.”

But of course it wasn’t that it easy. It never was.


“You mean to kill. You’re okay with that?”

“Nothing about this is okay, Ox. But Joe’s right. We can’t let this happen to anyone else. Richard wanted Thomas, but how long before he goes after another pack just to become an Alpha? How long before he amasses another following, bigger than the one before? The trail is already growing cold. We have to finish this while we still can. This is revenge, pure and simple, but it’s coming from the right place.”

I wondered if I believed my own lies.

In the end:

“You should talk to him. Before you go.”




“What if you don’t come back? Do you really want him to think you don’t care? Because that’s fucked-up, man. You know me. But sometimes, I think you forget that I know you just as well. Maybe even more.”

Goddamn him.


SHE STOOD in the kitchen of the Bennett house, staring out the window. Her hands were curled against the counter. Her shoulders were tense, and she wore her grief like a shroud. Even though I hadn’t wanted anything to do with wolves for years, I still knew the respect she commanded. She was royalty, whether she wanted to be or not.

“Gordo,” Elizabeth said without turning around. I wondered if she was listening for wolves singing songs I hadn’t been able to hear for a long time. “How is he?”


“That’s to be expected.”

“Is it?”

“I suppose,” she said quietly. “But you and I are older. Maybe not wiser, but older. Everything we’ve been through, all that we’ve seen, this is just… another thing. Ox is a boy. We’ve sheltered him as much as we could. We—”

“You brought this upon him,” I said before I could stop myself. The words were flung like a grenade, and they exploded as they landed at her feet. “If you’d stayed away, if you hadn’t brought him into this, he could still—”

“I’m sorry for what we did to you,” she said, and I choked. “What your father did. He was—it wasn’t fair. Or right. No child should ever go through what you did.”

“And yet you did nothing to stop it,” I said bitterly. “You and Thomas and Abel. My mother. None of you. You only cared about what I could be to you, not what it would mean for me. What my father did to me meant nothing to you. And then you went and left—”

“You broke the bonds with the pack.”

“Easiest decision I ever made.”

“I can hear when you lie, Gordo. Your magic can’t cover your heartbeat. Not always. Not when it matters most.”

“Fucking werewolves.” Then, “I was twelve when I was made the witch to the Bennett pack. My mother was dead. My father was gone. But still, Abel held out his hand to me, and the only reason I said yes was because I didn’t know any better. Because I didn’t want to be left alone. I was scared, and—”

“You didn’t do it for Abel.”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She finally turned and looked at me. She still had the afghan around her shoulders. At some point she’d pulled her blonde hair back into a ponytail, locks of which were loose and hung about her face. Her eyes were blue, then orange, then blue again, flickering dully. Most anyone who looked at her would have thought Elizabeth Bennett weak and frail in that moment, but I knew better. She was backed into a corner, the most dangerous place for a predator to be. “It wasn’t for Abel.”

Ah. So that was the game she wanted to play. “It was my duty.”

“Your father—”

“My father lost control when his tether was taken from him. My father has aligned himself with—”

“We all had a part to play,” Elizabeth said. “Every single one of us. We made mistakes. We were young and foolish and filled with a great and terrible rage at everything that had been taken from us. Abel did what he thought was right back then. So did Thomas. I’m doing what I think is right now.”

“And yet you did nothing to fight your sons. To not let them make the same mistakes we did. You rolled over like a dog in that room.”

She didn’t rise to the bait. Instead she said, “And you didn’t?”

Fuck. “Why?”

“Why what, Gordo? You have to be more specific.”

“Why are you letting them go?”

“Because we were young and foolish once, filled with a great and terrible rage. And that has now passed to them.” She sighed. “You’ve been there before. You’ve been through this. It happened once. And it’s happening again. I’m trusting you to help them avoid the mistakes we made.”

“I’m not pack.”

“No,” she said, and that shouldn’t have stung like it did. “But that’s a choice you made. Much like we are here now because of the choices we made. Maybe you’re right. Maybe if we hadn’t come here, Ox would be….”


Her eyes flashed again. “Thomas—”

I snorted. “He didn’t tell me shit. But it’s not hard to see. What is it about him?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t know that Thomas knew either. Not exactly. But Ox is… special. Different. He doesn’t see it yet. And it may be a long time before he does. I don’t know if it’s magic or something more. He’s not like us. He’s not like you. But he’s not human. Not completely. He’s more, I think. Than all of us.”

“You need to keep him safe. I’ve strengthened the wards as best I can, but you need—”

“He’s pack, Gordo. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for pack. Surely you remember that.”

“I did it for Abel. And then for Thomas.”

“Lie,” she said, cocking her head. “But you almost believe it.”

I took a step back. “I need to—”

“Why can’t you say it?”

“There’s nothing to say.”

“He loved you,” she said, and I’d never hated her more. “With everything he had. Such is the way of wolves. We sing and sing and sing until someone hears our song. And you did. You heard. You didn’t do it for Abel or Thomas, Gordo. Even then. You were twelve years old, but you knew. You were pack.”

“Goddamn you,” I said hoarsely.

“I know,” she said, not unkindly. “Sometimes the things we need to hear the most are the things we want to hear the least. I loved my husband, Gordo. I will love him forever. And he knew that. Even in the end, even when Richard—” Her breath caught in her throat. She shook her head. “Even then. He knew. And I will miss him every day until I can stand at his side again, until I can look upon his face, his beautiful face, and tell him how angry I am. How stupid he is. How lovely it is to see him again, and would he please just say my name.” There were tears in her eyes, but they didn’t fall. “I hurt, Gordo. I don’t know if this ache will ever leave me. But he knew.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Only because you won’t let it be. He loved you. He gave you his wolf. And then you gave it back.”

“He made his choice. And I made mine. I didn’t want it. I didn’t want anything to do with you. With him.”

“You. Lie.

“What do you want from me?” I asked, anger filling my voice. “What the hell could you possibly want?”

“Thomas knew,” she said again. “Even at the brink of death. Because I told him. Because I showed him time and time again. I regret many things in my life. But I will never regret Thomas Bennett.”

She moved toward me, her steps slow but sure. I stood my ground, even when she placed a hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly. “You leave in the morning. Don’t regret this, Gordo. Because if words are left unsaid, they will haunt you for the rest of your days.”

She brushed past me. But before she left the kitchen, she said, “Please take care of my sons. I’m trusting you with them, Gordo. If I find out you have betrayed that trust, or if you stood idly by as they faced that monster, there will be nowhere you could hide that I wouldn’t find you. I will tear you to pieces, and the regret I feel will be minimal.”

Then she was gone.


HE STOOD out on the porch, staring off into nothing, hands clasped behind his back. Once he’d been a boy with pretty blue eyes like ice, the brother to a future king. Now he was a man, hardened by the rough edges of the world. His brother was gone. His Alpha was leaving. There was blood in the air, death on the wind.

Mark Bennett said, “Is she all right?”

Because of course he knew I was there. Wolves always did. Especially when it came to their—“No.”

“Are you?”


He didn’t turn. The porch light gleamed dully off his shaved head. He took in a deep breath, broad shoulders rising and falling. The skin of my palms itched. “It’s strange, don’t you think?”

Always the enigmatic asshole. “What is?”

“You left once. And here you are, leaving again.”

I bristled at that. “You left me first.”

“And I came back as often as I could.”

“It wasn’t enough.” But that wasn’t quite right, was it? Not even close. Even though my mother was long gone, her poison had still dripped into my ears: the wolves did this, the wolves took everything, they always will because it is in their nature to do so. They lied, she told me. They always lied.

He let it slide. “I know.”

“This isn’t—I’m not trying to start anything here.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “You never are.”



“Fuck you.”

He finally turned, still as handsome as he was the day I’d met him, though I’d been a child and hadn’t known what it meant. He was big and strong, and his eyes were that icy blue they’d always been, clever and all-knowing. I had no doubt he could feel the anger and despair that swirled within me, no matter how hard I tried to block them. The bonds between us were broken and had been for a long time, but there was still something there, no matter how much I’d tried to bury it.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, his fingers disappearing into that full beard. I remembered when he’d first started growing it at seventeen, a patchy thing I’d given him endless shit over. I felt a pang in my chest, but I was used to it by now. It didn’t mean anything. Not anymore.

I was almost convinced.

He dropped his hand and said, “Take care of yourself, okay?” He smiled a brittle smile and then moved toward the door to the Bennett house.

And I was going to let him go. I was going to let him pass right on by. That would be it. I wouldn’t see him again until… until. He would stay here, and I would leave, a reversal of the way it’d once been.

I was going to let him go because it would be easier that way. For all the days ahead.

But I’d always been stupid when it came to Mark Bennett.

I reached out and grabbed his arm before he could leave me.

He stopped.

We stood shoulder to shoulder. I faced the road ahead. He faced all that we would leave behind.

He waited.

We breathed.

“This isn’t—I can’t….”

“No,” he whispered. “I don’t suppose you can.”

“Mark,” I choked out, struggling for something, anything that I could say. “I’m coming—we’re coming back. Okay? We’re—”

“Is that a promise?”


“I don’t believe your promises anymore,” he said. “I haven’t for a very long time. Watch yourself, Gordo. Take care of my nephews.”

And then he was in the house, the door closing behind him.

I stepped off the porch and didn’t look back.


I sat in the garage that bore my name, a piece of paper on the desk before me.

They wouldn’t understand. I loved them, but they could be idiots. I had to say something.

I picked up an old Bic pen and began to write.



I have to be gone for a while. Tanner, you’re in charge of the shop. Make sure you send the earnings to the accountant. He’ll handle the taxes. Ox has access to all the bank stuff, personal and shop-related. Anything you need, you go through him. If you need to hire someone to pick up the slack, do it, but don’t hire some fuckup . We’ve worked too hard to get where we are. Chris and Rico, handle the day-to-day ops. I don’t how long this is going to take, but just in case, you need to watch each other’s back. Ox is going to need you.



It wasn’t enough.

It would never be enough.

I hoped they could forgive me. One day.

My fingers were stained with ink, leaving smudges on the paper.



I turned off the lights in the garage.

I stood in the dark for a long time.

I breathed in the smell of sweat and metal and oil.




It wasn’t quite dawn when we met on the dirt road that led to the houses at the end of the lane. Carter and Kelly sat in the SUV, watching me through the windshield as I walked up, a pack slung over my shoulder.

Joe stood in the middle of the road. His head was tilted back, eyes closed as his nostrils flared. Thomas had told me once that being an Alpha meant he was in tune with everything in his territory. The people. The trees. The deer in the forest, the plants that swayed in the wind. It was everything to an Alpha, a deep-seated sense of home that one could find nowhere else.

I wasn’t an Alpha. I wasn’t even a wolf. I never wanted to be.

But I understood what he’d meant. My magic was as ingrained in this place as he was. It was different, but not so much that it mattered. He felt everything. I felt the heartbeat, the pulse of the territory that stretched around us.

Green Creek had been tied to his senses.

And it was etched into my skin.

It hurt to leave, and not just because of those we were leaving behind. There was a physical pull an Alpha and a witch felt. It called to us, saying here here here you are here here here you stay because this is home this is home this is

“Was it always like this?” Joe asked. “For my dad?”

I glanced at the SUV. Carter and Kelly were watching us intently. I knew they were listening. I looked back at Joe, at his upturned face. “I think so.”

“We were gone, though. For so long.”

“He was the Alpha. Not just for you. Not just for your pack. But for all. And then Richard….”

“Took me.”


Joe opened his eyes. They were not alight. “I am not my father.”

“I know. But you’re not supposed to be.”

“Are you with me?”

I hesitated. I knew what he was asking. It wasn’t formal, not by a long shot, but he was an Alpha, and I was a witch without a pack.

Take care of my nephews.

I said the only thing I could.


His shift came over him quickly, his face elongating, skin covered in white hair, claws stretching out from the tips from his fingers. And as his eyes burst into flames, he tilted his head back and sang the song of the wolf.

Ravensong: The Soundtrack

First things first! Ravensong is finally up for pre-order with Dreamspinner. All other 3rd party sites to follow in the next week or two.

Pre-order: https://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/books/ravensong-by-tj-klune-9779-b

Now on to this week's post:




Music has always been a big part of my writing. I tend to make playlists for each new book I start writing, adding music to it as I go until I finish. I'm usually left with playlists that are dozens of songs long by the end.

Ravensong is a big book.

And that means it comes with big songs.

I've chosen eighteen songs off my Ravensong playlist (out of 126!) that I think perfectly fit the story I'm telling. I present these songs in order as they go with the narration of the story.

Ravensong is a book divided into three parts, though technically it can be argued to be four parts total: the opening chapter, the section titled Three Years One Month Twenty Six Days, followed by the section known as One Year Later and the final section, which I won't name here. For purposes of the soundtrack, I'm going to divide it into four parts.

The last section, much like the first, only has one song for a reason: they are both only a single chapter. The last section in particular is only a few pages long. And the song I picked for it is one that I've thought about for a long time. It's...well.

You'll find out soon enough when you listen to it. Take from it what you will.

Here, below, is the soundtrack, complete with a lyric or two that I think goes well with the story of Ravensong. I mostly let the songs speak for themselves; however, I did put one note on a particular song that I feel is the best of the bunch, and is, in essence, Gordo and Mark.



I. The Beginning


Please Don't Go Barcelona

If you want me to break down and give you the keys

I can do that but I can't let you leave


II. Three Years One Month Twenty-Six Days


Black Eyes Radical Face

While I slept you crept in and pulled the rug right out from under me

Then the rain stole away and took the parts that kept me functioning


Muddy Waters LP

I will ask you for mercy, I will come to you blind

What you’ll see is the worst me, not the last of my kind


Remains Bastille vs. Rag N Bone Man vs. Skunk Anansie

From dusk to dawn, my unheard screams grow silent in defeat

I know you’re just a memory, but you used to taste so sweet


Human Rag N Bone Man

I'm only human after all

Don't put your blame on me


Johnny Guitar Peggy Lee

What if you go, what if you stay, I love you

But if you're cruel, you can be kind, I know


Three Cheers for Five Years (Acoustic) Mayday Parade

Inside I hope you know I'm dying with my heart beside me

In shattered pieces that may never be replaced


Come Back for Me Jaymes Young

Oh, whatever you do, don't come back for me

After all I've bled for you, I can hardly breathe


Comin' Home City and Colour

I thought you could never leave, I figured I was the one

But I understand sadness so I guess I should just hold my tongue


III. One Year Later


Howl Florence + the Machine

If you could only see the beast you've made of me

I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free


Krwling Linking Park featuring Aaron Lewis

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Consuming, confusing


Start Again Red

What if I let you in? What if I make it right?

What if I give it up? What if I want to try?


It Has Begun Starset

We will face the odds against us

And run into the fear we run from


Light Sleeping At Last

May these words be the first to find your ears

The world is brighter than the sun now that you're here

(My favorite out of all the songs on this playlist. Oh man, does Light punch my right in my Gordo + Mark feels. It is my unofficial theme song for the entire book. I listened to it on repeat for some big, big scenes.)

Warriors Imagine Dragons

Here we are, don't turn away now

We are the warriors that built this town


Run Boy Run Woodkid

Tomorrow is another day and you won't have to hide away

You'll be a man, boy! But for now, it's time to run


Oblivion Bastille

When you fall asleep with your head upon my shoulder

When you're in my arms but you've gone somewhere deeper


IV. ???


Your World Will Fail Les Friction

Your world will fail, my love, it's far beyond repair

Your world will fail, my love, it's already there.


Next week: The complete first chapter of Ravensong. DSP has an excerpt up now with the pre-order, but it's incomplete. There are two more scenes after where it's cut off on DSP's site, one of which takes place between Joe and Gordo that sets the future of their relationship.

See you next week!











The Bones Beneath My Skin Reveal

On October 26, a message will be delivered.

And everything will change.

You won’t understand. At least not right away. And that’s okay. You may even think I’m a liar, and that’s okay too. All I ask is that you listen until the very end before passing judgment. I have a story to tell you. Of a place under a Mountain. Of the minds of men. Of what it means to be human, to make a home out of a place where one should not exist. And of what the future holds. For you. For me. For all of us.

The Bones Beneath My Skin is a new queer romance from bestselling author TJ Klune.

Cover designed by Reese Dante.

Pre-orders to come soon!


In the spring of 1995, Nate Cartwright has lost everything: his parents are dead, his older brother wants nothing to do with him, and he's been fired from his job as a journalist in Washington DC. With nothing left to lose, he returns to his family's summer cabin outside the small mountain town of Roseland, Oregon to try and find some sense of direction.

The cabin should be empty.

It's not.

Inside is a man named Alex. And with him is an extraordinary little girl who calls herself Artemis Darth Vader.

Artemis, who isn't exactly as she appears.

Soon it becomes clear that Nate must make a choice: let himself drown in the memories of his past, or fight for a future he never thought possible.

Because the girl is special. And forces are descending upon them who want nothing more than to control her.



Full wrap for the paperback:

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Ravensong: Thomas Bennett, and Making Things Queer as Balls


I don't remember what it was: a tweet, an email, or a message of some kind, but once upon a time, a reader wrote to me about Wolfsong and said that it was "unrealistic" that everyone would be gay.

In a book about werewolves.



Hi, welcome to week 4 in my blog post lead up to the release of Ravensong, in which I will discuss why I don't give a flying fuck if everyone in this fictional world is queer or not (among other things). If you haven't read the previous three blogs, go back and start there.

Let's begin, shall we?

Look. I'm not going to sugarcoat this. I don't have time for this type of heterosexual nonsense in the real world (my fave? "I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM WITH GAY PEOPLE, BUT I JUST DON'T LIKE IT WHEN THEY SHOW UP IN MY FAVORITE SHOW/BOOK OR WHEN THEY BREATHE OR ARE ALIVE. STOP SHOVING YOUR LIFESTYLE DOWN MY THROAT. #MAGA") And I certainly don't have time if someone thinks there are too many queer characters in my books.

(Though, to be fair,  when I read or watch TV or movies or listen to music or go out into the world. I often think there are far too many straight characters. So.)

So let's get this out of the way: unless I am explicit about a character's heterosexuality, readers of Ravensong (or any book of mine) should assume said character is queer. Easy, right? Unless you see a dude like balls deep inside a vagina , or a woman talking about how she wants to get all up in some dude and ride him like a wooden rollercoaster, they gay. (Or, even better, they could still be doing BOTH those things because bisexuality is a thing that exists.)

(Oh man, did that all feel good to write. Also, people: don't be this person who writes to authors to complain about "too much gay". It makes you look ridiculous, and I will not hesitate to put you on blast.)

Moving on.

Thomas Bennett is not god. Thomas Bennett is not Werewolf Jesus. (That might be Ox.) Thomas Bennett is a flawed person with many, many secrets and hidden facets to his character.

I (and, as you'll soon see, Gordo) have a complicated relationship with Thomas. When I was writing Wolfsong, I made him this towering figure, and though he's barely in half the book, his shadow stretches long. He is the Alpha. The patriarch of this pack. A grand leader and, eventually, a sort of saving grace to Ox.


There is a history that extends far beyond Wolfsong, one that encompasses Gordo. We see in the first book that Gordo despises the wolves, and seems especially vitriolic toward Thomas and Mark. And while I am happy people gravitated toward Thomas and his relationship with Ox (by design), I knew there was something much deeper at play.

Thomas Bennett is extraordinarily flawed. For a dead man (sorry about that--mostly), he certainly has a big part still left to play. (And no, there isn't anything like resurrection on the horizon, so nix that now.) I wanted to delve further into his relationship with Gordo, and the pack that once was. It's hinted in Wolfsong that the original pack came to a devastating end. How? Why? Who? And what happened that caused Gordo to shun the wolves for a big part of his life?

This, like the relationship between Mark and Gordo, is a central focus to Ravensong. It's not just a love story between two broken men, but also a love story between fathers and sons, and how much the weight of their mistakes can pull a person down. It's about finding a light through the anger and grief, and eventually, hopefully, forgiveness.

And that's it.

That's the last post I'm going to do about the story contents of Ravensong.

But Tj, you're thinking. You said you were going to do posts until the release!

Oh, I am. Next week, we're going to take a little detour in the form of the cover/blurb reveal for my next book that comes out in October. Gotta pimp, you know. Bills don't pay themselves. And I'm pretty damn proud of The Bones Beneath My Skin. It's a like a queer action movie with guns and explosions and dudes touching dicks.

After that, in July, I'll be doing things a little different. We'll get an official soundtrack for Ravensong, pre-orders, and possibly another excerpt.

Looking back at the previous posts (including this one), you'll notice one thing I really didn't focus on: the relationship between Mark and Gordo. Make no mistake: they are what the book is about. The reason I haven't said much about them specifically is because I want this to be a surprise. You might have thought a time or two over the last four weeks reading these posts that I'm giving a lot away. Trust me when I say I've barely scratched the surface to Ravensong. There are big things coming, monumental things that are going to change the Bennett pack forever. By the time you finish, I want you to be fucking dazed with the story you just read.

So...deep breath. July 31 will be here before you know it. I just hope you're ready for it.

See you next week!


And, of course, the tiniest of teases:

Do not fuck with Jessie and a crowbar. It'll be the last thing you do.


Ravensong: The Women of the Green Creek Series


Week 3 of the behind-the-scenes for Ravensong. If you missed the previous posts, check the last two entries on the blog.

Spoilers for the story in Wolfsong, so proceed with caution if you haven't read that first book.

There are seven different women in Ravensong.

Each one is important, no matter how small their part may be.

When I first started writing Wolfsong, I was conscious of the choices I was going to make regarding the women of the series. Too often in MM Romance, a female character is either relegated to  the bubbly best friend, or the vengeful girlfriend/wife keeping the main characters apart.

I fell into that trope myself, arguably, with Bear, Otter and the Kid. Bear and Ty's mother was...well. If you've read that book, you know what she was. And then there was Anna, Bear's girlfriend. Part of me wishes I'd handled that differently, but I liked the character she became in  subsequent books in the series. I even found myself feeling a bit sorry for the mom by the time we got to The Art of Breathing. She was not a good person, that much is true; but I'd like to think I understood her a little better by the end.

However, in Wolfsong, I wanted to have women who stood just as strong as the male characters.

Maggie Calloway, in the end, was not a victim. Yes, she was murdered by Richard Collins, but she went out fighting, just as Thomas Bennett did. Her love was a fierce and wonderful thing, and it hurt when she did pass. Without her, I don't believe Ox would be the man he is. He had the Bennetts, sure, but he learned to stand because of his mother.

Jessie was...well. She was the girlfriend who briefly stood between the two main characters, though when she and Ox were together, Joe was far too young for it to actually mean they were being kept apart. But everyone grows up sometime, and Jessie became an important part of the pack. She became independent of Ox, even though it was through him (and Chris) that they were all tied together in pack.

And Elizabeth. My queen. I adore her. And I hurt her. I'll be honest, when I was writing Wolfsong, I had to stop after the death of Thomas Bennett because I'd been writing how Ox felt about it all, and not necessarily showing Elizabeth and grief. That was a mistake, and one I knew needed to be corrected immediately. It wasn't fair to let her fall by the wayside.

Which brings me to Ravensong.

Elizabeth Bennett (and no, that name was not intentional--it wasn't until the book was published that someone said, oh, hey, that name is familiar--*sigh*; she was actually the last to be named out of all the Bennetts, even after the last name had already been chosen) is the matriarch of the pack. When we return to Green Creek in the present, we will see her in control. I was concerned with her sort of fading into the background, only appearing to dispense wisdom before disappearing again.

So in the outline, I wrote a complete arc for her, what she was doing when certain events were happening, what she might have been feeling. The hard thing about a singular perspective is the idea of telling versus showing. I'm not too hung up on that as some people seem to be (to each their own), but I was conscious of her at all points.

And it helped that Gordo's history was so intertwined with her own (and, of course, with Thomas Bennett--but I'll get to him next week). Even if he won't admit it, I think Elizabeth knows Gordo better than most people. The shared history is one filled with anguish and hardship, but they understand each other in ways I didn't expect. For sure Gordo doesn't expect it, either, and it was an eyeopener to see them find their way back to each other, even after all that had happened (of which you'll learn all about).

(And remember, Elizabeth will get her own story called Lovesong, released right here on this blog on September 1.)

It's the same for Jessie. Yes, she's Ox's ex. Yes, she's Chris's sister. But I needed her to stand on her own, especially since she is human. She doesn't have magic. She's not a wolf. But she can hold her own. In fact, she has turned into a pretty big badass, as you'll soon discover. Remember Ox's crowbar with silver in it? He can't use it anymore, obviously. So it goes to Jessie, and holy shit, is she going to fuck some assholes up, even while calling out the men in the pack on their bullshit (of which there is alot. Men are dumb). She is often the voice of reason, and is part of what Gordo (much to his dismay) refers to as Team Human.

The third woman is someone we saw briefly throughout Wolfsong.

The (temporary) Alpha of all.

Michelle Hughes.

She remains, for the most part, an enigma, though her role in Ravensong is much larger than it was in Wolfsong. Some will think her a villain, and while that's fair, I don't know if it's right, exactly. And no, she's not the Big Bad in Ravensong.

She is still far, far away, but her actions in Ravensong will reverberate throughout the rest of the series. That doesn't mean she's evil, but that she's doing what she thinks is right. And whether she is right or not will be the big question.  Power is intoxicating, and she's had a taste of it given her position. What will she do to keep that power, if she thinks she has to?

Seven women.

I've told you about three.

The remaining four?

One has no speaking part, but she is arguably the catalyst for a great many things that will span into the remaining two books.

The second is Gordo's mother. What you read about her briefly in Wolfsong is a lie told by an angry man bent on keeping Ox away from the wolves.

The third is...interesting. Let's just say Rico will have his hands full.

And the fourth?

The fourth might just be up there with my favorite of all characters in this series.

Because she is the true villain of Ravensong. Her history with the Bennett pack goes back far longer than anyone expects. And she will bring the wolves to their knees.

(i'm such an asshole, lolol.)

Next week, Gordo and Thomas Bennett: the good, the bad, and the ugly.


And the little tease:

The relationship between Carter and Kelly plays a major role, and Gordo will make a new enemy because of it and his actions.



Ravensong: Perception, Magic and the ANNNNGST

Week 2! If you want to read Week 1, check out the previous blog post Ravensong: A Return to Green Creek.



In Wolfsong, Ox describes Gordo's tattoos as having lines and waves and flowers.

In Wolfsong, Ox describes Gordo and Mark as being "around the same age."

This is a lie.

Sort of.

Stick with me here.

Wolfsong is all from Ox's unique perspective, how he sees the world around him as he grows into the Alpha he never thought he'd become. And since he is the narrator, we take everything he says as fact.

As you should.


Well, there was the tiniest bit of retconning, at least when it came to those two things. I had enough wiggle room with it (as my editors pointed out: just enough) to make things...not different, but more.

Gordo does have flowers in his tattoos. Roses, in fact. And when they're not...in motion, they're nestled below the raven tattoo. This is important.

In fact, all of the tattoos are important, because of where they came from, and how, and when, and why. All of these questions will be answered, and it's rough, man. Even I, the bastard that I am, felt sorry for Gordo.

But it's important for his magic, and the symbols carved into his skin helped to make the man he is today, both good and bad.

Magic in Green Creek is different than magic in my Lightning series. In those books, magic is more wish fulfillment, and even though the big big magic can wear on the user (as Sam showed numerous times), it was still...well, not easy, but not exactly hard.

It's different for the witches. Magic here in this universe is taxing and rough. It drains on the person, and can lead to **REDACTED FOR SPOILERS** and then Gordo has to **REDACTED FOR SPOILERS** and then he'll be all like boom and **REDACTED FOR SPOILERS**.


It goes with the ideas of these books: they aren't meant to be comedic like the Lightning series, though there are moments of levity. Things can't be dour and dire all the time, because that becomes a slog to get through. There is a moment in particular that I adore, and it happens with Joe and Kelly and Carter just...getting to be dumb kids for a little while. Gordo watches on with a barely constrained eye-roll, but I think this moment is important. You'll know it when you get to it. Carter should not continue eating gas station burritos.

Levity aside, Ravensong in particular, is, as I described Gordo previously, dirt and grime and hardcore. These things a witch can do hurt, especially the bigger levels of magic. And Gordo is going to be tested in ways I hadn't even begun to discuss in Wolfsong. But then, it's all about perception. What Ox saw isn't necessarily what Gordo sees.

Which brings me to the second thing:

Gordo and Mark are not the same age.

Mark is three years older than Gordo.

(Yes, I know all of their birthdays, birth years, and the like. No, I am not going to tell you yet.)

By the time the book gets going, and we're thrust back into the present, Gordo is 40 years old. Mark is 43.

And the angst, man.

I've gone on record previously in stating that Ravensong hurts worse than Wolfsong did, though your mileage may vary. And while I'm not going to spoil exactly why, I'll say that I relate to Gordo and Mark easier than I do to Ox and Joe. I'm writing this on June 6, 2018. My 36th birthday was a few weeks ago. I understand the issues of getting older, something I would have scoffed at a decade ago. The little things I can brush off easier than I used to. But what I was struck by when writing Ravensong was how closer I was in age to Mark and Gordo than Ox and Joe, and the story shows that. No, this isn't some masturbatory self-insert by me, the author, but I understood Gordo's rage, more than I thought I would. But I could also see it from the other side too. It's a conundrum, and one I wanted to explore. There are two sides to every story.

The little things can be forgotten.

But the big things? Those long-term hurts that never seem to scab over and scar? Betrayal in all its forms?

That's what I wanted to focus on here in Ravensong. There is a reason Gordo is the man he is, and it's valid. And fuck, is he angry. He's not going to stay that way, mostly, but it cannot be up to just Mark to change that. There are dynamics in play here, dynamics between Gordo and every member of the pack. This is a love story about Gordo and Mark. But it's also a story about pack, and the strength of the bonds between all of them, even when all seems lost. Everyone in the Bennett pack will have a part to play. And I do mean everyone.

Next week: the women of Green Creek. There are seven important women in Ravensong, though some parts are smaller than others. I'll discuss three: Elizabeth, Jessie, and Michelle Hughes, the Alpha of all.

See you next week!


A little tease... (look away if you want to go in knowing nothing):

The major villain?

Not who you think.

Ravensong: The Return to Green Creek



If you go into Ravensong expecting it to be just like Wolfsong, you are going to be disappointed.

If you go into Ravensong expecting it to be written just like Wolfsong, you are going to be disappointed.

I made both of those mistakes when I first started writing Gordo and Mark's story. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

Except I've never been that kind of storyteller. I don't like to have one book be exactly like another, even in a series. But given that this book is part of a series, there has to be some kind of bridge between the voices, especially when the narrators change like they do here, from Ox to Gordo.

Gordo is not Ox.

Ox is not Gordo.

Ravensong is not a coming of age story.

This is an I-already-came-of-age-a-long-time-ago-and-I'm-now-an-asshole-adult story.

I tried too hard, in the beginning, to make Gordo sound like Ox, to try and tell the story the same way, and it was terrible. It took me longer than I cared to admit to figure out what I was doing wrong, but when I did, I realized I was being inauthentic to Gordo Livingstone as a character.

So I went back and scrapped much of what I had written already, keeping the basic structure, but rewriting most of what was already there.

And it went so much easier.

There was a poetic cadence to Ox, and the way he saw the world.

Gordo is grime and dirt, blunt and hot-headed. And his voice caused me to write him that way. It's still a little different than what you're used to reading, but there's a distinct difference between Ox and Gordo. Remember that.

And you should know Gordo has very good reasons to be the way he is.

I knew, even while writing Wolfsong, that there was a history here between the Livingstones and the Bennetts. I touched upon it briefly, but there was so much more teeming underneath that I knew was going to be a big part of Ravensong. I also knew it meant going back to Gordo's younger days, to see how and why he became a witch at such a young age, and what happened to cause him to hate the Bennetts as much as he does in Wolfsong.

And with that, there was that now infamous time period that I also wondered about: three years, one month, twenty six days.

Wolfsong covers a long period of time over the entire novel.

Ravensong covers even longer, but in a shorter amount of time. The first quarter of the book alternates between Gordo as a kid, and Gordo with Carter, Kelly and Joe as they chase after Richard Collins. It's disorienting, going between the kid that was and the man he's become, but it's meant to be. There are echoes of Wolfsong in Ravensong, as Gordo and Ox are two sides of the same coin; however, before too long, you'll come to the hard right turn that sets them on different paths, allowing them to become the men they did. Ox is almost messianic. Gordo was broken by people he trusted most, and the pieces that remain don't fit like they used to.

Ox's story was one of hope in the face of adversity.

Gordo's is one of tragedy, and overcoming the darkness within.

But this only the first part of the book. The remaining three fourths?

That covers a period of two weeks.

Wolfsong was filled with thunderous highs, and the quietest of lows.

Ravensong is a crescendo. It starts soft, but increases through the entire story until it's screaming by the end. It is going to be a wild fucking ride. You won't see the end coming.

(and for the purists: Wolfsong (to me) was a happy for now (HFN) ending versus happily ever after (HEA), given that so much was still up in the air. Ravensong is the same way. Many things are resolved and Gordo and Mark will be...Gordo and Mark, but there are major threads that will feed into Kelly and Carter's books. You'll soon see why.)

This is the first of eight posts, to be released weekly in advance of Ravensong on July 31, a little over two weeks away. I'll be extremely light on the spoilers, though I might drop a small tease for each post.

Some of the other topics to be covered:

--Gordo's (and my) complicated relationship with Thomas Bennett

--The women of Green Creek

--The official soundtrack for Ravensong

--The importance of packpackpack,

--enemies to lovers vs. grumpy assholes to lovers (guess which Gordo and Mark actually are),  and why the angst in Ravensong is harder for me than it was in Wolfsong

--Why everyone in Green Creek could be gay, and I don't care who hates that

Pre-orders should go up in a few weeks.

See you next week!


A little tease... (look away if you want to go in knowing nothing):

The best non-romantic pairing I had fun with in Ravensong?

Gordo and Robbie.


A Wish Upon The Stars: Afterthoughts and What Comes Next

It's done.

The Destiny FUCK YEAH! arc is done.

And I am so happy it is. Jesus Christ, that was a shit ton of work. I'm not adverse to working hard, but writing three 150+K word books back to back to back, and then editing said books, then promoting said books, then releasing said books, and I just...

I'm happy it's over.

I'm proud of the stories I told here. I took some chances. I like to think they paid off, in the end. You might disagree with something I did, but hey, that's what's fun about it, right?


So, here's a few hows/whys/what the fucks for you about the books and the series in total:


I've said before that I planned these books down to the smallest details before writing them. You remember? Certain things that happened (Pete, sorry)(Lady Tina, not sorry at all) were always going to happen.

And when I got to the big showdown at the end, Sam was going to use his magic to bring Ryan Foxheart back to life, not by shocking his heart, but by using the same magic he used to bring back the bird that the life out of a small section of forest.

And guess what?

I wrote it that way.

In the initial climactic scene of A Wish Upon The Stars, Sam turned Ryan's lungs to stone (a sort of homage to their first meeting in the alleyway in the slums of Verania). Ryan died. Sam crawled toward him. Myrin taunted him. 

And then Sam called on the same magic that brought the bird back to life, and destroyed every single Dark wizard that stood around him.

(Aside from Myrin, of course. He survived, and then the whole chased scene that followed remained the same.)

Yes, Sam essentially destroyed an entire group of people.

I was okay with it. Because they were evil, right? They had taken over Verania!

And then my editors got a hold of it.

And said that was genocide.

I said, "What."

Editor: "It's genocide. He just destroyed all the Dark wizards."

Me: "It's not genocide. They were the bad guys!"

Editor: "Right...but he still just killed all of them. Sam of Dragons just murdered hundreds of people. Genocide."

Me: "But! That's...they took over Verania! They forced people into camps! They did bad things!"

Editor: "But who did they actually kill?"

Me: "Godsdammit."

Because, of course, my editor was right. The Darks were bad. They had done bad things. But they hadn't actually killed  people. And was it really in character for Sam of all people to turn around and kill all of them? Especially since large parts of these last three books was the idea of having a power versus actually using it, right versus wrong, that just because you could do something, does it mean you should?

So I rewrote it, bringing in Zero to save (blargh) all the Darks aside from Caleb and Ruv (because fuck those guys).

(I was annoyed. But I usually only get annoyed when my editors are right. And they were right, here.)

So, the Dark wizards got a reprieve, and I think the book is better off for it. Looking back, I can see just how jarring that turn of events would be. And then it allowed me to punch up the ending between Sam and the Star Dragon to make it better, to show the power of choice.


There is a small, small scene between Myrin and Randall, seeing each other face to face after they've rescued the King. It's the only time in the entire series that they are together in the present time. That scene, small though it may be, I think is one of the most powerful.


Always going to come back. Always. I would never have actually killed him off for good. I couldn't have that. I love him too much.

That doesn't mean I didn't cackle at the ending of The Consumption of Magic, because I did. I cackled hard.

I also needed to show that Sam could stand on his own, without Morgan, which is why he didn't come back until the end. Was it a gift from the gods? Maybe. But I'm actually pretty pissed at the gods for letting this all happen in the first place, so fuck them too.


I like her. You don't have to. She was never going to die. I don't feel bad about that at all.


This, honestly, was the thing I thought about the most, if Sam would become mortal or stay as he was. Ever since it was first brought up in Lightning, I've wrestled with the idea of Sam staying young while those he loved around him grew older (with some exceptions, of course.)

Look. whether not you agree with Sam's decision, or even if you think he did it for the right reason or not (and if you think it was just for Ryan, you might have missed the point), this felt right for me. For Sam, and the story I was trying to tell. Love it, hate it, that's okay. He went into the woods and came back...unexpected. Circles back, I think.


Kevin, GW, Zero, Pat, Leslie. I just...love them. All of them. GW and Randall arguing with each other when they're reunited. Pat and Leslie mothering Kevin. Zero acting like he doesn't give a shit, when I think he cares more than all of them.


--Terry is a unicorn accountant. lololol.

--I grossed myself out in the scene when Sam was giving Gary back his horn. That's hard to do, but I did it.

--Gary's dramatic performance in explaining how he lost his horn made me smile for days when I was writing it. He and Sam and Tiggy are ridiculous.

--I could seriously write about Justin, Ryan, and Sam in disguises in the sewers on missions for at least sixteen more books. I'll refrain from doing so, however.


...is going to be a long way off. I'm serious. I need a break from Verania. A long break. But...

Yes. Justin will have his own book. I see it now only as a one-off. I want to go back to the irreverent tone of the first book without all the world-ending/super bad guy stuff.


I already know how the story is going to go. Yes, this is going to be about an arraigned marriage with a prince from a faraway land.  Yes, it's going to be from Justin's perspective. Yes, everyone else will be in it. And yes, it is going to explain the world outside of Verania, and why no one came to Verania's aid during the whole Myrin debacle.

You see, as it turns out, Verania is sort of a...redheaded stepchild (no offense to redheaded stepchildren). The rest of the world doesn't know what to make of it. And the group that comes from this other country is going to be...well. They're going to be the opposites of our Justin and Sam and Ryan and Tiggy and Gary. This new prince will be...a dork. His wizard will be a hardass. His knight will be just terrible. And this new prince might just have a unicorn and a giant of his own...

One day.

But for now, thank you. Thank you for letting me tell this ridiculous story that started out as a immature fairy tale and turned into something far, far bigger (though still immature). I hope you've had as much fun as I've did in Verania.










use the memory of my fangs in your skin

100 days from today

the wolves return




I wanted to kill him.

I wanted to fuck him.

I wanted him to tear me apart.

“Gordo,” he said, ever the wolf.

“No,” I said, the perfect prey.

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.”

I tried to step back. I didn’t move. “I’ve got a damn good idea.”

Mark turned his arm over. He gripped my wrist, thumb brushing against my pulse point. “I wasn’t your first.”

Goddamn him for knowing what I was thinking. “You weren't.”

“And you weren’t mine.”

I wanted a name. Tell me who the fuck it was. I’d find them. I’d kill them. I said, “I don’t care.”

His eyes flickered orange. “But I swear I’m going to be your last. Fight me. Hit me. Light me up. Hate me all you want—”

I bristled at that. “Get the hell out of my head,” because I could hear him whispering gordo gordo gordo along that thread that stretched between us. It bounced around my skull until all I could do was hear him saying my name again and again and again. He was consuming me, and I wanted him to. I couldn’t stand the thought.

“—but it’s going to happen. You hear me? I will hunt you down if that’s what it takes. You can run from me, Gordo. But I will always find you. I let you go once. I’m not going to make that mistake again.”

“Fuck you. I want nothing to do with you.”

He grinned, and it was all teeth. “I felt that. In your pulse. It stuttered. It shook. You lied.”


The Extraordinaries

From the Publisher's Weekly announcement:

LAMBDA award-winning author TJ Klune's LGBT #ownvoices teen series, THE EXTRAORDINARIES, pitched as a smartly funny, romantic tale of teen superheroes and the everyday geek boy who follows them, to Ali Fisher at Tor Teen, in a six figure deal, at auction, for publication winter 2020, by Deidre Knight at The Knight Agency, and to Sam Bradbury at Hodder & Stoughton, in a very good deal, for simultaneous UK publication (NA/UK)

So. Yeah. This is a thing.

A big thing.

A fucking huge thing.

And now that I've had time to settle with it, let's discuss, shall we?

Last year, I had just come off finishing writing Ravensong, a book that turned out to be one of the hardest to write (not because of content, but because it fucking took forever--more on that in the coming months). I wanted to go back to writing something funny. I had this idea that'd been percolating for a while, a story about a boy named Nick who idolizes (a bit obsessively) the superheroes (called Extraordinaries) that protect his city, to the point he writes self-insert fan fiction about them, and more specifically, the Extraordinary known as Shadow Star.

And it was going to be Young Adult (YA), something I told myself I was never going to write.


Because I had a dumb chip on my shoulder. (Remember the whole I'll never write werewolves thing? Yeah.) I like writing romance, and I thought YA romance was unrealistic. People can meet the loves of their lives as a teenager, but how often does that really happen?

But I was spending some time with my teenage nephew, who is a voracious reader. He was showing me all the books he's read, and I thought back to when I was his age, and what I would have given to have happy queer characters in books. The late 90s/early 2000s were a different time. Queers existed in fiction (and still do, honestly) as tragic figures or background characters that didn't revel in their queerness.

I decided I wanted to write a book I wished I could read at that age.

And I was wrong, of course, to think that YA (specifically romance) is unrealistic, to have that chip on my shoulder. Teenagers these days (sometimes not even by their own choice) are more self-aware than I ever was, or even might be now. They are the future, and they are taking up arms in a fight I wish they never had to face. And maybe they do meet the loves of their lives. And even if they don't, who gives a fuck? I have a character here that can fly. Queer boys loving each other at sixteen is the easiest thing in the world.

I knew, going into The Extraordinaries, that it was going to be unapologetically queer. This isn't a coming out book. These characters are out and proud and don't take shit from anyone. Their parents/guardians are supportive.

What I didn't anticipate was how much fun I would have while writing it. Nick is...well. A bit ridiculous. And very protective of his father, though their relationship is strained. And he might or might not be in love with this best friend Seth, though their friends Jazz and Gibby (two girls in a relationship of their own) think they're being stupid about it.

It's not until Nick has an...awkward encounter with an Extraordinary that he makes a decision: he is going to become an Extraordinary himself, which is the crux of the book.

(And, to my eternal glee, I incorporated parts of Nick's fanfiction throughout the book, and I purpled all over that prose, just like a sixteen year old TJ would have.)

I finished, and thought, huh.

What next?

I was at a crossroads. I wanted to do something different. Something more.

I contacted Deidre Knight, an agent. She approached me shortly after Wolfsong was released, wanting to see about representing me. At the time, I was wary, given that I'd built this career I have on my own. And, it didn't help that at the time, I was about to start writing the three Verania book sequels and the last BOATK book, so I didn't need someone representing me for sequels.

But this? This was something new.

I wrote to her, asking her if we could talk. We did. I told her my vision. I signed with the Knight Agency. I sent her the book. She read it, sent it back with notes. I made the changes and sent it back.

And then she fucking made it rain.

Oh, I got rejected. Disney said they liked it, but "we already have Marvel properties." (I absolutely could not argue with that, lol.) Another publisher said it needed to be rewritten as a "coming out" story. (No thank you.)

But then three publishers wanted it, and they went back and forth, and it happened so goddamn fast, I could barely keep up. This whole process went much quicker than it normally would have, all thanks to my agent.

The Extraordinaries went to Tor in a three hardcover deal that I hadn't even imagined in my wildest dreams.

Tor, man. Tor, Tor, Tor.

(And then, just a few days later, a deal for the UK rights with Hodder & Stoughton. WTF?!?!)

Jesus Christ.

I didn't expect this. I am humbled by it, and over the moon about it. And what really sold me on them, what I really loved to hear (aside from, you know, $$$) was their commitment to queer characters. We were on the phone with Tor (and later, with Hodder) for an hour, and I made it clear how important it was for me to not de-queer these characters, to let them be flamboyant and happy and strong and make stupid mistakes that lead to them becoming better people, all without homophobia playing  a part.

And they got it.

The Extraordinaries is still a ways off, the first book being published in the first few months of 2020, but for a good reason. The publishers want to make this a priority, to make it as successful as possible, because they understand queer stories are important.

This is the biggest thing that's ever happened to me, and after publishing 20+ novels, I've got a great following that has helped me get to this moment. Thanks for that.

Caveat: this doesn't mean I'll be only writing YA from this point on. I'll still be doing my more adult books too. In fact, my agent and I are gearing up to do this whole process all over again with a book called Don't You Wish You Were Here? which is another queer romance that is unlike anything else I've written before. And I've got the wolves and Kori/Corey and a bunch of other non-YA things to look forward to.

But still. Can you imagine? A three-book, six-figure deal, man.

Holy shit.

And I'm only just getting started.

More soon!


The Power of Sam of Wilds (The End)

Spoilers for the first three books in the Verania series. If you haven’t read them, and will be doing so, I suggest clicking away until after you’re done. I won’t be spoiling the final book. This is the final blog post before the release tomorrow, March 27.




Once, there was a bird.

It was dead.

And Sam of Wilds brought it back to life.

For a long time, he didn’t tell anyone about it. Not just because he was scared, but because of the cost it had to the world around him. Using that level of magic to do what he did charred every living thing around him, from the grass below to the trees above.

He tried to keep it a secret as long as he could. And for a time, it looked as if it would remain a secret forever.

But then things changed, and he had no choice but to reveal it to Randall, of all people, in The Consumption of Magic. I like to think that Morgan and Randall both knew beforehand (Randall intimates as much), because the idea that they would let someone so young and more than a little…exuberant keep secrets from them, like they were doing to him. Unfair? Maybe. But I think the argument could be soundly made that Morgan and Randall had, for the most part, Sam’s best interests at heart.

One big thing I wrestled with in the upcoming final installment to Sam’s story, A Wish Upon the Stars, was whether Sam would actually use this power or not. I liked the idea that strength can reside in the things we don’t do as much as the things we actually do. But is that a cop out of sorts? I didn’t know, and while much of the final book was planned down the smallest of details, I still wasn’t sure how I was going to incorporate Sam’s gift.

As a small, wise green puppet once said: Do or do not; there is no try.

I think, in a way, this conundrum makes what Sam is capable of all the more heartbreaking. Because he’s been told there was a prophecy, and in this prophecy, he sees Ryan Foxheart dead on a slab of stone, sword clutched to his chest. As Sam notes, the future is set in stone, but stone crumbles.

What if this came to pass? What would Sam do? Would he be willing to potentially take the lives of others to give back to his cornerstone? What kind of person would that make him?

There was a moment toward the end of The Consumption of Magic was faced with this very real possibility. Except it wasn’t Ryan on a slab of stone.

It was Morgan of Shadows.

And they were in the Throne Room, surrounded by the King and Justin. Kevin, Gary and Tiggy. Sam’s parents. A large crowd of the people of Verania, all mourning the loss of the King’s Wizard. Ryan lay in the healing wing, unconscious from the wound he sustained from Ruv.

And for a brief moment, didn’t Sam consider it? Didn’t he think how easy it would be to bring Morgan back to life?

He did.

And in the end, he chose not to.

But how much more can he be pushed before his hand is forced?

This is what Sam is facing when we return to Verania on March 27 in A Wish Upon the Stars. Nearly a year has passed since he disappeared into the Dark Woods, and he returns to a world changed. While his personality hasn’t necessarily changed, Sam is…different. He’s not the same person he was when he made the decision to follow the Great White. He can’t be, not with all he went through during this missing year.

But even though he’s stronger than he ever was, the question still remains.

Just because you have the power, does it mean you should actually use it?

In the end, the answer might surprise you.

Because this is the end. A Wish Upon the Stars (a title that has so many meanings) is the culmination of a story began in The Lightning-Struck Heart. I put everything I had into this book, wanting to bring the saga to an awesome conclusion. You may think you have an idea where the story is going to go, but trust me when I say that’s the beauty of illusory magic: it’s a diversion, and when the real magic hits, you won’t believe your eyes.

Sam of Wilds is about to make the biggest wish of all.

Join us, won't you?


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This is What You're Told

You're a kid.

Your family is poor. They're struggling. Your dad goes hungry just so you can eat. He's a Northern Man, so he doesn't cry, except for all the times he does. You hear them, sometimes, late at night, through the walls. How things need to get better. How they can't continue on like this.

Your mom tells your dad she doesn't regret any choices she made. "I would turn my back on them again and again if it meant I could be with you and Sam," she says. "I choose you. I will always choose you."

You believe her. You think your father does too, if only by the way he cries.

You wish upon the stars, but the gods don't seem to hear you. They don't seem to care.

You don't know that they do. Oh, they've heard you. They know who you are. And they have a plan for you.

You're doing what you can to survive. You're good. Maybe a little stupid, but still good. You see some older boys acting like jerks, stealing a bag of cloth. You take it from them. You run. You think it's the right thing to do.

They trap you in an alley. Nox says he's going to kick your ass. You believe him.

A dream is a wish your heart makes, and right then, even though you don't realize you're doing it, you make the biggest wish of all.

The boys turn to stone.

This is what you're told:

You're magic.

You're strong.

You're powerful.

You're possibly the greatest wizard in an age.

You are loved. You are unexpected. You find a unicorn. You find a half-giant, and you make them your home. There is a knight, though he belongs to another. You wish for him. It doesn't come true. You don't know that he wishes for you too.

The prince is taken by a dragon.

Your merry band follows you. You love them. They love you and would go with you to the ends of the universe to see you happy. To see you safe.

In the end, you gain a...Kevin. You gain a Prince. You gain a love and a cornerstone, Nox though he once was. You're happy. You've got your happy ending.

You don't know what's coming. You don't see the chess pieces shifting across the board in a game played by gods.

Until you do.

This is what you're told, and it begins once upon a time:

There are secrets.

There is a destiny.

There is a prophecy, and you are already caught in its web.

There was a wizard. His name was Myrin. And he was loved, and loved in return. You are told that he was a cornerstone. You are told that he was a brother.

You are told he turned to darkness, and it consumed him.

You are told this, but it's already too late. You don't have a choice.

You're angry. At almost everyone, even if they don't deserve it. But Morgan and Randall do. They deserve all of it. This is what you believe. This is your truth.

You follow your grandmother to the desert, along with the man she claims is your true cornerstone. You don't believe her. You don't believe any of them.

You make a wish in the shifting sands. You don't want your magic to extend your life. You don't think the gods hear you.

You meet a snake dragon monster thing. He attacks you. He tries to hurt you. But that's not who he is. He's scary. And beautiful. And shy. And you can see just how big his heart is, hidden behind bone and fang.

Darkness comes across the water. You show just how lightning-struck your heart truly is to a man who would take everything from you. It leaves you scarred. You don't care. You have to finish this.

You go to the city of debauchery and sin. You face Morgan and Randall. You love them. You hate them. You can't understand why they did what they did. How they could have let it come to this.

You go north. You see the castle of ice. Randall whispers to you the secrets of his past. You tell him you don't care. You do, though. You can lie to him but you can't lie to yourself.

This is what you're told:

That he loved Myrin. He hadn't expected to, but he did. And it nearly killed him. There were days after--days that stretched for weeks and months and years--that he wished it had. Because there is no pain like the pain of a broken heart.

You go into the mountains. You find the snow dragons. They're...lesbians. You didn't expect that. It's awesome.

You're reunited with your loves. You break their hearts by telling them the secrets you've kept, secrets that make you no better than Randall or Morgan. They're angry.

But they're still with you. Always. Until the end.

You go to the woods to find the oldest creature in existence.

He makes you an offer, one that could change the course of history.

And you tell him no.

You're cocky. You've been told, after all, that you're the greatest wizard in an age. That you're strong. That you're powerful.

But even you can't stop the inevitable.

You're betrayed.

You watch when your beloved is pinned by a sword through his chest against the wall. You scream for him. You beg for him to open his eyes. You tell him you love him, and gods, how you wish upon those fucking stars, upon those gods with their deaf ears to make this right, to stop it from hurting.

You think they don't hear you.

They do. They ignore you.

And then your lightning-struck heart is shattered when Morgan is taken from you. Right before your eyes.

He is consumed.

You understand darkness then. You didn't before, but you do now.

You understand it very well.

This is what you're told:

You're magic.

You're strong.

You're powerful.

You're possibly the greatest wizard in an age.

And in order to save the world, you must leave it all behind.

So you go and venture deep into the woods, and just when you believe you can't take another step, this is what you see:

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And here, in these Dark Woods, you do the only thing you can.

You accept your destiny.

Sometime, and sometime soon, you'll return.

But you must remember: the prophecy will be fulfilled, no matter what the cost.

Here, now, is your ending. You must stand, and be true.

For all the world is counting on you.

This, in the end, is what you're told.


( © TJ Klune 2018. Dragon art by Timber. Book graphic by Abi Roux)

A Wish Upon The Stars, the final story in the Destiny FUCK YEAH! arc, will be available March 27th.


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Burn and Wolfsong and Sam of Wilds

Couple of things before we begin:

This is part II in my series of blogs before the release of A Wish Upon the Stars on March 27. Part I, in which I discuss the loneliness of Randall, is here: http://www.tjklunebooks.com/new-blog/2018/3/5/wish-randall-sam-and-the-unfairness-of-destiny

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Now, onto the post. Spoilers obviously, so if you haven't read the first three Lightning books and plan to do so, come back later. I won't be spoiling Wish.

At the end of The Consumption of Magic, Sam has a decision to make. Either he can continue on as he has been, or he can make the impossible choice of following the Great White dragon into the Dark Woods to apprentice with him for up to a year. Doing this, of course, would mean leaving his friends and family behind.

And while this would be a difficult choice for anyone on a good day, Sam certainly isn't having a good day. His mentor--one of the people he loves most, Morgan--is gone, having sacrificed himself in order to save Sam from Myrin. Randall too is gone, having whisked Myrin away, and no one knows where they are. Ryan--Sam's cornerstone and great love--is critically injured and unconscious. The merry band of adventurers--their little cabal--is fractured.

Sound familiar?

To readers of my novel Burn, it probably will. In that book, the ending is similar. Seven is injured. Their group is suffering betrayal and loss. Felix, hearing the voice of the Tree in his head, makes a choice at a crucial moment in order to save the ones he loves, and goes to the Field. And we all know what happens next, right?

Nothing. Nothing happens next. Because I never wrote what happened next. And that sucked. People were (and rightfully still are) pissed about that. I was too. Heartbroken, even. That story--while often too long--meant a lot to me. It was filled with Big Ideas that weren't as clear as I'd have liked them to be, given my inexperience as a writer. And that ending, man. I don't know. 

I've been asked often what would have happened next. What would have happened to Felix and Seven, Tick and Tock and all the rest? I have some idea. Hell, I have my notes and 40K words written that will never see the light of day. I always fought against answering in case some miracle occurred, but it never really did. That story was effectively dead.

But some of the ideas I had were good.

And so I stole them. From myself. To give to...myself.

A Wish Upon the Stars is the sequel Burn never got. Oh, the types of books they are couldn't be more different if they tried. The Verania series will always be comedic; Burn, while having bits of humor, was not. But they are built from the same bones. I'm not the same exact storyteller I once was (that's a good thing). My handle on the Big Ideas has gotten better. I am older now, and a little wiser (just a little).

So I cannibalized parts of what would have come next in Burn and used them for Wish. Oh, there's not going to be an evil twin (well...sort of. Gary's twin Terry is a bit of a dick), and no return of some parent long thought dead bent on taking over the world. But Felix and Sam will return to a world they left behind, a world changed. And Sam, much like Felix would have been, is changed too. What he's been through with the Dragons of Verania in the Dark Woods will play a big part of the man he is now. He's still recognizably Sam, he's just...more. Big big. What I had in store for Felix will play in in bits and pieces for Sam, specifically a part toward the end where Sam...well. You'll just have to wait and see.

Which then brings me to the Long and Evil separation. In Wolfsong, there is that now infamous section of the book that you either love or hate: THREE YEARS, ONE MONTH, TWENTY-SIX DAYS. It is hard and angsty and the resolution--when Joe and the others return to face Ox and the pack they left behind--hurts. I couldn't let these characters sweep that decision to leave under the rug. There was no easy forgiveness. They fought it out, and it was bitter and angry before it got better.

I didn't want to retread old ground in Wish. These characters aren't the wolves. And when Sam does come back, it's going to be into the most desperate of times. The resistance that has formed after Myrin took control of Verania is fighting for their lives. So while Sam will get shit for his vanishing act from the people he loves, it's not going to be drawn out over pages and pages through multiple chapters. He'll still get what's coming to him, though, and rightfully so.

Which brings me to the final thing I want to discuss: time. Each of the first three books in the series covers months. Pining here, prince stolen there, adventures that have to be adventured.

A Wish Upon The Stars covers the shortest amount of time in any of the books. In fact, if I recall correctly, a majority of the novel spans a period of a couple of weeks at most. This was intentional. I knew that by the time Sam returned, things would have to move fast. However, I did give myself time to breathe during the first third of the novel, wanting to reestablish the setting and people and their places in the world. But after that, it moves much quicker. Don't be surprised when you move to the next chapter only to realize it's the same day as the previous chapter. This was purposeful. This is the endgame, after all.

I'm so excited for all of you to read this book. It's the culmination of a lot of work, and I think you're going to be pleased with how things turn out. I've got a few more magic tricks up my sleeve, and I guarantee you won't see them coming.

Next week, in blog III of IV, I will discuss an important topic: the memory of Morgan of Shadows, and what that means for Sam.

talk soon,


The Tragic Loneliness of Randall of Dragons

As always, if you haven't read the The Tales from Verania series (Lightning, Destiny, and Consumption) and you don't want spoilers, click away. I will be discussing the story so far in detail.

In A Destiny of Dragons, we learn of a history that had been only vaguely hinted about in The Lightning-Struck Heart. Randall was an old curmudgeon who lived in a frozen castle. He was a good foil for Sam who spent much of TLSH coming into his own and finding out just what he was capable of.

I knew going into these sequels that I needed to delve into why Randall was the way he was, and what had happened to him and Morgan. I had a faint idea in my head of where I wanted it to go, but it wasn't until I sat down and started planning the sequels that I realized just how tragic their backstory--particularly Randall's--truly was.

I have been asked on more than one occasion if I would ever consider going back and writing prequels to these books, to go to the days when Randall was young and idealistic and under the tutelage of the Great White. I'll admit the idea is tempting; Randall, no matter his age, would be a force to be reckoned with.

The problem with that is knowing how it ends, and how much that hurts my heart. Because no matter what way I spin it, Randall will always be betrayed by the one he loves most--his cornerstone, Myrin--and will be forced to take action against him. Any prequel will end in tragedy because Randall's story is tragic. He was adverse to the idea of cornerstones to begin with (GW played a role there, but didn't force him to think that way), but he was transformed by the power of love, a love that would end up becoming something dark and twisted and would ultimately lead to Randall going Dark in Castle Freesias after banishing Myrin to the realm of shadows. The idea that Randall still resides in Castle Freesias is (at least to me) awful but I think he sees it as a penance of sorts.

Something I did not expect to find when writing these three sequels is that Randall is lonely. He acted like a dick in TLSH, but we could see that he really did care. But we didn't know just how much until he allowed himself to show it. He, much like Morgan, knows the weight of the choices he made now firmly rests on the shoulders of Sam of Wilds, and that's unfair. I'm not someone who believes in fate or destiny. I believe we make our own choices, and the repercussions from those choices reverberates around us. In A Wish Upon the Stars (and the previous books), I tried to instill that the choices of the past are now affecting the actions of the present (and that it's all falling on Sam), while also skirting the line of potential cosmic influences.

I don't ever think Randall wanted that for Sam. Ever. Not on anyone, but especially not on Sam (and yes, even though Sam turned his nose into a dick). If he could, I believe he would take Sam's place in all this just to save him from all the heartache and pain. But even if I don't believe in destiny, some paths are set in stone, even if stone can crumble. Randall and Morgan made their choice, one born out of love and fear and anguish. Whether or not the Gods made it so is another story entirely. Regardless of what happens next, I think we can all agree the Gods are assholes.

I think about Randall's loneliness a lot. What life must have been like for him after Myrin, staying in that frozen castle. What he must have thought after Morgan found Sam in that alleyway in the slums. Randall may talk a lot of shit, and he may think Sam and Tiggy and Gary and Kevin and Ryan are ridiculous (which, to be fair, they are), but I know he loves them. I know he loves Sam, perhaps more than anyone else still left.

We get more of the history for Randall and Morgan and Myrin in A Wish Upon the Stars. A lot more. And while I was saddened to see what they all went through, it was made better by knowing that Sam loves Randall just as much. They may annoy each other, and Sam may get on Randall's last nerve, but I believe there is nothing they wouldn't do for each other.

Especially after Morgan.

Whether or not it's fair that Sam has to save Verania from Myrin is something I wrestled with. But I think if it has to fall on someone, I'm glad it's him. And Randall knows that. Which isn't to say Randall won't meet Myrin face-to-face in this last book. He will. It's brief, this moment (intentionally so), but it makes sense because of who he is protecting at the time.

Next Monday, I'll post a blog discussing how the separation of Sam and Ryan in between The Consumption of Magic and A Wish Upon the Stars compares to that of  Joe and Ox from Wolfsong (and why I made sure not to retread the same ground again), and how  I cannibalized what I had planned for the defunct sequel to Burn and incorporated it into Consumption and Wish.

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"This isn't the end, Sam."

"This isn't the end, Sam."

"Then why does it feel like it is?"

On November 20th, I dropped a bomb on Verania in the form of The Consumption of Magic which was also the last blog post I wrote here on my website. Those two things are not mutually exclusive. I wanted to give the story time to breathe, for people to make up their own minds about what happened, and what is still yet to come. I knew far, far in advance that this book was going to be risky but ultimately, I write in the service of the story I want to tell, which might not always be what the readers expect. Many times these expectations coincide, so that's a good thing. Sometimes they don't, but I don't feel regret about it at all.

Spoilers follow, obviously. Legit, if you don't want the Lightning books ruined plot wise, click away now.

The Consumption of Magic was, for the most part, always going to end the way it did. I say for the most part, because in my initial planning, I had the bold (and seriously terrible) idea of Sam of Wilds sacrificing himself at the end of Consumption, only to have the fourth book be told from the point of view of Knight Commander Ryan Foxheart (with Sam returning at some point, of course). I thought about it for a week or so, but decided against it. With regards to the narrative, it would have been interesting to see the story of the fall of Verania from a different perspective, but I thought something would have been lost in translation. I knew what Sam was going to go through between books III and IV, and I didn't think I could properly convey that if told from Ryan's perspective. So I shelved that idea, and went back with my original plan, and then I started writing the books.

Yes, Ruv was always going to be a villain. This wasn't some last minute change I did just for shock value. I knew from the very moment I started writing A Destiny of Dragons that he was going to be a bad dude. I can't begin to tell you the absolute glee I felt when I seemed to get away with it, hearing from so many people (much more than I expected) that Ruv would need a story too. Tj, he just HAS to have a happy ending! HE HAS TO!!!! Maybe with Justin???

And I always responded yeah, sure, maybe, we'll see! while cackling evilly. Ruv was never going to get his own story because Ruv is a dick and did an awful, awful thing.

Which brings me, of course, to Morgan of Shadows.

It hurt. I'll admit it. I love Morgan quite a bit. But given that I'm playing around with fantasy tropes, I did want to explore the idea of the Hero needing to learn sacrifice. This was hinted (rather blatantly) in Destiny: the Star Dragon told Sam very clearly that he would learn what true sacrifice was. I was honestly surprised more people didn't figure out he was going to be the one to die; there's a big history with wizened wizards meeting their end: Gandalf (though he did return) and Dumbledore, just to name a couple. I did worry for a bit, if it was going to come off as too tropey and rather cliche, but I needed to strike at the heart of Sam of Wilds. And while Ryan or Tiggy or Gary or Kevin would have hurt, I think Morgan was the most precious of all. Because Sam did have it relatively easy, for the most part. He has coasted, I think, maybe a little too easily.

But in giving a shocker of an ending, I also knew I ran the risk of having that be all people focused on. Everyone talks about the twists, and not necessarily what came before. Film, TV, books, it happens all the time. And I get that. But I don't want the book to be remembered just because of the ending, love it or hate it. Big things happened.

Leslie and Pat were such a joy to write. I knew going in that I needed each of the dragons to have a distinct personality, that they wouldn't be lumped in as all being the same. The fact that they were lesbians and mated? That came because a reader asked me when I announced I was working on sequels to The Lightning Struck Heart why I didn't include queer women in Verania. While it might not have been exactly what this reader was looking for, it did open my eyes. I come from a queer male perspective, and that's mostly what I write. But I do believe I need to be as inclusive as possible, so Pat and Leslie were born. Not because of a reader demand, but because the reader was right. Of course there are queer women in Verania. It just so happened I chose to make two of them dragons this time around.

(In addition, I have a queer female character in the upcoming Normal Person sequel, in my upcoming YA The Extraordinaries (two, in fact, in a relationship), and potentially in Ravensong. I hear ya, okay?)

And then there was my favorite scene out of everything I've written in these books. I alluded to it last year, but I can talk about it now: Sam jumping off Kevin's back to land on the Great White. I had that scene fully visualized near the beginning of writing Destiny, which meant I had a shit ton to do to get to it. I don't write scenes out of order, so it was a bit of a reward for me to get to that point. And it's short, but I adore it. I found it thrilling. I hope you did too.

As I've written in many different forms before, this book was about friendship and family, of love and sacrifice, both the physical and the mental. The stakes are big, far bigger than they started out to be when a band of merry misfits had to save the prince who'd been kidnapped by a dragon. This cast of characters (the good guys, at least) will do anything for each other, not because of duty or a sworn oath, but because they love each other.

That being said, this book will, I think (and mostly accept) be remembered for the ending. And not just for the Ruv/Morgan/Lady TIna/Caleb (truth corn leaders son!! AHAHA) debacle. Sam had to make a choice. Whether or not it was right one remains to be seen (or even if he made it for the right reasons). He chose to leave with the dragons as the Great White said was necessary. He will return to a world much different than the one he left. Dreamspinner wanted to put an excerpt for the last book, A Wish Upon the Stars. I said no, and told them to just use the blurb instead. I preferred it that way, as I'm an asshole. (And hell, that blurb is almost as shocking as the ending, no?)

There are a lot of threads that have been left dangling. I tie up most of them (thank god for editors who point out when I didn't) as this is the last book for Sam of Wilds (if that's even still his wizarding name. hmmm....). Gary will get his horn from an unlikely source. Randall and Myrin will come face to face. Tiggy will smash things. Kevin meets Gary's twin, Terry (make of that what you will).  And Sam will have to deal with the consequences of the decisions he made, and all those he left behind.

(Hint: Ryan and Justin are pissed.)

You aren't going to like every story choice I made with A Wish Upon the Stars. Knowing it was the last book, I took some chances I might not have otherwise. Yes, there is a happy ending (it's a fairy tale, after all), but it's the road to that ending which is a little...skewed. As I said before, I write in service to the story,  and in this story, I went in some directions people might not expect. But I think it works well, and the payoff?

Man, it's going to be nuts.

A Destiny of Dragons was my spin on The Lord of the Rings.

A Consumption of Magic was my spin on Star Wars.

A Wish Upon the Stars?

Can't quite reveal that yet. But Sam will return from the Dark Woods, and villains will hopefully be defeated.

(There might even be the return of a certain bard to sing another song, a spiritual successor to Cheesy Dicks and Candlesticks.)

I will say this, though: the title, A Wish Upon the Stars, has multiple meanings. Over the course of the series, Sam has wished for many things. In this, the final book, he'll wish for the most important thing of all. Because, of course, a certain prophecy still needs to be fulfilled.

A Wish Upon the Stars will be released in March. The specific date, cover, and pre-order will come soon.

I can't wait!