“In that sleep of death, what dreams may come…”
I’ve only had one recurring dream. I was a child, overtired and emotional. My mother—likely as exhausted with me as I was the world— carried me to my room to tuck me in. Behind her, the shadowy figure of a man stood.
I woke up in my bed, shaking. Wandering through a dozing home, I found my mother in the dim light of the den. Her work lay scattered around her on the floor. The cool buzz of late night news hummed of war and politics still many years from my comprehension. She offered a warm hug, then sent me to the kitchen for water.
Glass in hand, I submerged myself in the darkened hall, bound for my room.
There, again, he stood.
I woke up in my bed. Time and time again, the figure found me. He found me on walks, in my home, or in the woods. Always present. Always following. Always, I awoke back where I began.
When I finally dragged myself from the tar pit of these dreams, I spent the day on a razor’s edge—watching and waiting—but the shadow never came. He did not return for many years. When I was a teen, he trapped me again in a seemingly endless loop of nightmares. Then again in college. And again, and again, throughout the years.
Always present. Always following.
Where does a story come from?
Wild Things Will Roam, at least, was born of many things. It’s rooted in the buried pasts of people I’ve loved and nightmares I’ve witnessed. I designed the entire series to traverse the hellscape of life and expose the kind of light that grows only in those dark days. More importantly, it’s built to illuminate the special glow of those people around us burdened with sad eyes.
My grandmother came from the Philippines, a world where Catholicism and Superstition intertwined. My fear/fascination with demons began as a child, when I first began experiencing the symptoms of what I now know to be narcolepsy—sleep paralysis and hallucinations. I was certain that the things which hovered over me at night meant me harm, and that the faces which I saw were, in fact, evil. As I grew, so did my obsessive interest in all things religious, mythological, and magic, as well as the thin, flexible line which separates the three.
The Collapse, then, is a story about belief. It follows the evolution of three people’s belief systems as they develop through the fires of tribulation, and the growing importance of human connection. As Ander notes in the upcoming sequel, Run, You Hunted Things, this series is “a love story the way war stories are about love.”
Now, Liv, Carian, and the Farrow brothers scramble to pick up their pieces in the wake of Wild Things Will Roam’s devastation. Aid from the Priestess may have come at a dark cost, and their ill-fated journey propels them straight into militant Patriota territory in search of the Overseer—a rumored oracle with the ability to find lost things.
The shadows that follow are more than just tricks of the light. Armies amass in the distance, while the horrors of the past taunt Ander, Lash, and Liv as they attempt to cope with an increasingly harsh reality. How many of their decisions are really their own? And can they get to the Overseer before destiny–past, present, and future–devours them?
“When everyone is prey, Run, You Hunted Things.”
Run, You Hunted Things, the second novel in the Collapse series, is estimated to debut on Episodic Reading in 2021.
I appreciate everyone taking the time to join me on this journey! Did you enjoy Wild Things Will Roam? What were your favorite parts? What do you hope to see in the upcoming sequel?