We have another awesome guest post today, and today is her release day! So, you can go directly from here to Amazon and snatch up a copy of the newest AM Manay serial November Snow.
I’d like you all to meet, November Snow. If you haven’t been following her story, here’s a bit of it now that she’s agreed to share with us on Future Fairytales.
From the journal of November Snow, set during the opening chapters of the upcoming sequel to She Dies at the End.
Since I don’t have anyone to talk to, I figured I might as well try to write down some of my thoughts. Maybe that way I won’t go completely mental. It’s better than resorting to calling vampire Voldemort on the phone.
Greg left. I can’t really blame him, after what Noemi told him about Savita. And it’s not as if he could be much more help to me anyway. He can’t even stop me from accidentally killing someone. It is lonely here, though, without him and his voice to listen to. What the hell was Savita’s wife thinking? I shudder to think how angry Greg is going to be when he catches up with them. At least I’m reasonably certain Luka isn’t going to have someone try to kill him. He wants Savita too much.
I’m not sleeping for shit since he left. I didn’t think vampire insomnia was a thing. I thought the sun came up, and we’re dead to the world, no choice about it. Apparently, I was mistaken. Not too surprising, given that I know almost nothing about being a vampire.
No sleep means no dreams. Not sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it’s a relief. On the other, I really could use some information. I don’t know what Luka has planned except that it’s bad and it involves the humans. I don’t know how any of the others are faring. He could be picking them off one by one for all I know. Some psychic I am. At least I have my treasure box and Ilyn’s letter. I need to find a quiet moment when I can concentrate and look around, but finding blood seems to take up all of my time. Maybe I’ll take a trip over to the house, see what’s left of it. That might spark something.
On the plus side, I seem to be getting better at enthralling, with animals, at least. I guess I could form a rat army or something if I get too lonely. Straight out of Ninja Turtles, that’s how I roll. I haven’t figured out how to handle feeding on humans yet. I can’t be passing out with visions every meal, not to mention the question of whether or not I can manage to stop before they die. It’s so hard to stick to only animals, though. I don’t know how William does it. Maybe it gets easier. I hope it gets easier.
I keep thinking about Arizona, how I stopped Pine when he was about to kill Willow. Maybe if I hadn’t made him hesitate . . . This mess is all my fault.
I don’t think I can wait here for Greg to come back. Luka knows I’m here. If he’s going to make a grab for me, I want to at least make him work for it. Maybe that would wipe that smug look off his face. Aw, who am I kidding? The bastard deserves to be smug. He always seems to win. Somehow.