That's right, my darlings--finally, one of the books closest to my heart is out in the world and ready for your delectation. I always meant to go back to Wyoming, and I have; though perhaps not in the way anyone might have expected. Dez's story is pretty brutal, and since she's young, a lot of publishers wanted it as a YA--but only if they could take some of the blood and meat and gristle out of it.
You can guess my response to that.
It finally found a home with Fireside, the best place it could have landed. It's one of the more marvelous feelings in the world to able to trust your editor and publisher, to know they're behind you all the way.
So...I won't say enjoy, because I'm not sure it's an enjoyable book. It was necessary for me to write, and doubly necessary for me to send it out into the world unwatered, with colorless fumes smoking from its trembling surface. I offer it with both hands, my friends, and hope it finds you well.
Desiree Sarpe and her family–minus their domineering, abusive patriarch–have settled on the Wyoming plains, where the wind speaks, the grass whispers, and power comes in the strangest, most ordinary of forms. Unfortunately, the past and its terrors can’t be easily shaken, and Dez is about to find out how brutal, bloody, and costly magic really is…