There and Back Again


There and Back Again

I knew fairly quickly what I had done wrong with the intended follow-up to Ghosts of Gotham. That didn’t mean I knew how to do it right. So last Monday I got on a train and rode eleven hours to New York City, where my muses live.

I’d never taken the train for more than a daily commute before. I chose it because I made my trip plans in early January, when the government was shut down and the prognosis for flying was somewhere between “expect a three-hour security line” and “just hope an air traffic controller shows up to work.” I figured, no matter how that situation panned out, Amtrak was going to be just fine. It was serendipitous; trains are liminal spaces, see, a forever in-between where you’re not where you left and you’re not where you’re going. And liminal spaces are where stories are born. I got my laptop out and listened to the clack of the rails and the words began to flow.

Then it was a walk through Manhattan late at night, back in the canyons of granite and chrome, back in that vibrant darkness where I feel at home. I chose the High Line Hotel for a reason: that was my destination for my second trip to the city ever, and the place where the seeds that became Ghosts of Gotham took root. You can’t always capture the same magic twice, but there’s no reason not to try. That first time, the clerk had given me a lovely surprise: I’d been inexplicably upgraded (and that room became an important part of Gotham’s story).

So there I am, checking in, and the clerk says, “And you’ll be pleased to know you’ve been chosen for an upgrade.”

“…Suite Three?” I asked.

“How did you know?”

And it’s midnight, and my quest to find this novel’s voice has officially begun with me standing in the same room where the last one began. I had to laugh. This sort of thing happened a lot, when I was writing Gotham. And then there’s the weirdness of plotting new characters’ journeys while sitting at the same desk as my fictional protagonist, and everything started to feel a little bit like a Coen Brothers movie.

The trip coincided with my birthday, and some of my wonderful theatre family (love you, miss you already) came out to celebrate with Italian food, wine and whiskey. Later I was, as usual, a bit thoughtful and a bit maudlin about getting one year closer to the grave. But it was a good time for me to reflect on what I’m doing, where I’m headed, what I’m trying to create with my work and how I can focus in the year to come.

There was art. I took in the Warhol exhibition at the Whitney (still not sure what I think about Warhol, but I can say I have a deeper appreciation now), and then a journey to MOMA to visit Vincent van Gogh and Georges Seurat. The latter has a special place in my heart: Sondheim’s “Sunday in the Park with George” is my favorite play, and bits of the book still pop up routinely in my real-life patter. “Color and light, it’s only color and light…

(And steering back to the business at hand, when a friend asked what was wrong with my first attempt at the follow-up to Ghosts of Gotham, my response was “It’s just another Chromolume.” If you’ve seen the play, you understand.)

MOMA also featured an exhibition by Bruce Nauman, which for me was the pinnacle of the sometimes amazing, sometimes frustrating, sometimes delightfully confusing nature of modern art. I greeted one piece with exhilaration, absolutely floored at what he’d accomplished, and responded to another with “…you’re fucking with me right now, right? You are absolutely fucking with me right now.”

To be clear, I am a big fan of art that fucks with you. Playfulness is a powerful thing, and something we all need, especially in 2019.

The last night of the trip ended with seeing the Broadway production of Mean Girls. First off, it’s just a top-notch show, and you don’t need to be a fan of the movie to enjoy it. Contagious music, great comedy, a feel-good event that isn’t treacly or pandering, big thumbs up. It’s got a lot of heart. What struck me on a creative level is that Tina Fey managed to do something I’ve always wanted to: she took one of her early projects, a movie from fifteen years ago, and got a do-over. Mean Girls is the same story as the film but from a creator with over a decade more experience, and it shows. Character beats are more defined, plot points are better structured and more nuanced, it’s the movie version 2.0.

You should see it. It’s totally fetch.

There was a lot of walking, this week. Walking in Chelsea, in Hell’s Kitchen, in FiDi, tracing streets and studying faces. Getting the flow of the city and the heartbeat and feel so I could try to capture it with my pen. Method acting experiments to get into my characters’ heads and listen for their voices, seeing the city from their perspectives.


Yesterday, the train ride home. I stepped off the platform long after dark, and stumbled back through my own front door sometime around the witching hour. There was no witching, only restless sleep and a longing to return. Today there’s a melancholy clinging to me, but I expected that. I often think that the measure of a good trip is how low you feel the day you return. More importantly, my muses were kind, and gave me some pearls of insight to bring home with me.

Now I need to get back to work.


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It's Superb Owl Weekend!

Two years ago, I discovered something amazing. Every year at the start of February, a few days before my birthday, there’s a celebration dedicated to superb owls. I know very little about it, but being a firm believer in tradition (as well as in milking bad puns for all they’re worth), I’m holding a weekend-long sale dedicated to the most superb Owl of all.

As such, the e-book version of Sworn to the Night (the first book of the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy) has been marked down to ninety-nine cents, and the Complete Revanche Cycle (all four books in one omnibus) has been marked down from $7.99 to $2.99. Let’s all do our part to celebrate the Owl and maybe, just maybe, she’ll let us live.

Meanwhile, Susannah Jones is finishing up her recording of the audiobook for Bring the Fire, so we should be seeing that release soon. The next Harmony Black novel is still deep in editing, no ETA just yet. More advance reviews for Ghosts of Gotham are filtering in, and it sounds like people dig it! We’re just about two months away from release, and I’m on pins and needles waiting to see what you all think.

I’m getting ready for a train ride up to NYC for more research as I hammer together the rewrites on Gotham’s followup novel. Slowly but surely, I’m putting it together. We’ll get there.

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One Year Ends, One Begins

So. 2018. That was a year, huh?

Looking back, the best part of my year was the wonderful response to the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy. Your support means so much to me, always, and reading about how many of you were touched in some positive way by these books has been a wonderful thing. Beyond that, much of my 2018 was spent – as writers do, with our work stretching out for months and months before us like a ribbon in the wind – preparing for 2019. So let’s put this year in the “done” pile and look at the next one!

On April 9, 47North Publishing will be bringing you Ghosts of Gotham, a stand-alone novel set in a brand-new universe. This is a special book for me, one that touches on ideas and places and people close to my heart. If you’d like a little more of a hint about what lies in store, here’s a really nice and non-spoilery ARC review.

As I mentioned in my last update, I spent a good chunk of this last year working on a follow-up to Ghosts, another tale of New York’s secret history set in the same world but with a different cast of characters. And, as I mentioned in my last update, it’s not good enough. It’s just not. It’s not up to the standards I set for myself, or the experience I want to deliver to you, so I’m back to the lab and trying to figure out how to reconfigure this patchwork monster so that the right bolt of lightning can bring it to life properly.

(Having to tear apart a book I’ve spent months working on, plus seasonal blues, plus clinical depression is one hell of a combo. I may have spent most of the last two days laying on my office floor, staring at the ceiling. But I’m up and fighting now, and that’s what matters.)

An ongoing theme, I think, is that 2019 is going to be a year of experiments. Ghosts of Gotham is a total break from my established universe, continuity, and my usual style, as I try to grow and improve as an author. Another experiment (how’s this for a segue) will arrive with another 2019 release, the long-overdue continuation of the Harmony Black series.

In the wake of the events of Cold Spectrum, not to mention Wisdom’s Grave – with a time-jump of six months or so in the process – the status quo has changed. It’s a shifting world with new threats, and a new and revitalized Vigilant Lock is stepping up to the challenge. I think I’ve used this analogy before, but this is going to be the Casino Royale of the series: not a reboot, exactly, but a re-framing and a (hopefully) fresh take on the concept. I’m aiming for a streamlined, taut thriller feel, focused and tense and very dark.

(To stretch the analogy to the breaking point, this is very much the Daniel Craig version of Harmony. She’s had her black-and-white ideology shattered, realized how dirty her hands are going to have to get in order to survive, and seen the world for what it is. And when one of her operatives is ambushed and killed on a mission along the Florida coast, she and Jessie set out with two goals: uncover the truth, and exact vengeance for the fallen.)

The book is done and in my editor’s hands. I can tell you the title – it’s called Right to the Kill – but I don’t have a release date just yet. This is where things get tricky. See, as a hybrid writer (part self-published, part traditionally-published), I have to work around my publishers’ timetables and contractually I can’t release any of my own work within a certain window. It makes sense: they don’t want me competing with myself, so to speak, and if I put out a book too close to the release of Ghosts of Gotham, it’d potentially dilute sales (if people only buy one or the other) and sink both on the charts. Better to spread them out so they both have room to fly.

What that comes down to is this: if my editor finishes up with Right to the Kill in January, I can get it out early in 2019. If not, it’s going to have to wait a while so as not to overlap with Ghosts. Will she do it? I do not know and I will not pester her, for editors are subtle and quick to anger. Wait. That was wizards, not editors.

Eh, same thing.

So basically even I won’t know until the last minute. If the edits get done, I can jump on layout and finalize everything and pull a couple of all-nighters if I have to, but if they don’t, they don’t. Don’t expect a lot of advance warning on this one, if it happens. Fingers crossed!

Summer brings experiment number three. This is something I mentioned obliquely last year, but now I can give you the full details. I’ve said in the past that when I was a kid just getting hooked on reading, thrillers and crime novels were one of my first loves. I’m pleased to say that Thomas & Mercer Publishing has given me a crack at the genre and signed me for two books (maybe more to come, if you like it and, y’know, buy it) in a new series.

Book one, The Loot, finds Sergeant Charlene McCabe on her way home from a long tour of duty in Afghanistan. Charlie left a war behind only to find a new one waiting for her on the home front: her gambling-addict father is in deep with a violent Boston bookie – twenty thousand dollars’ worth of deep – and the clock is ticking. Meanwhile, her new job as a professional bodyguard takes a turn into chaos when her client’s deadly secrets come to light.

Toss in a shady arms dealer, the ex-con remnants of a 1960s radical student union, and a legendary unsolved diamond heist, and the stage is set for a string of risky deals and double-crosses. If Charlie makes all the right moves, she might be able to save her father’s life, save her client…and walk away with the loot.

We recently finished developmental editing; the book is shaping up and it was a blast to work on. And as always, trying new things and stretching my wings is how I stave off burnout and grow as a writer. It’s all a part of the artist’s journey: evolving, learning what works and what doesn’t, finding and kindling that core of passion that makes a story worth reading.

Busy year ahead; how should we round it out? Trick question. There’s only one way to cap off 2019, and that’s with the return of Daniel Faust in The Locust Job. I’m breaking theme a little as this isn’t really an experiment, but it should be noteworthy nonetheless. Big things are in store as the major players are moving into position and hatching long-laid plans, and we begin our steady ramp-up to the final confrontation between Daniel and the Enemy. I’ll just say this: I’m going to try to schedule the follow-up book close on this one’s heels, because when you see how it ends (assuming my outline doesn’t radically change for some reason), you’re going to want the next one ASAP.

So that, friends and owlets, is the coming year in a nutshell. I’m not big on new year’s resolutions, they always feel like promises tailor-made to be broken before the snow thaws, but I’ll gladly renew the one I make every year. I resolve to keep working hard, to try to grow as an artist and a storyteller, and bring you my very best. Because, in the immortal words of the acclaimed poet Vanilla Ice, anything less than the best is a felony. Have a great New Year’s Eve, be safe if you’re out on the roads tonight, and I’ll talk to you soon.



State of the Schaefer, December '18

Every once in a while I like to go beyond a simple status update and give you a look “under the hood,” showing what goes into the process from concept to finished book. (And that reminds me, I’ve got to do another “ideas that got cut” article at some point.) Which makes it a great time to talk a little about Ghosts of Gotham, coming from 47North Publishing in April!

Ghosts is something new. After writing over a dozen books in three connected series all wrapping up with a universe-breaking trilogy, “new” was something I badly needed. It’s a self-contained story with no connection to anything else I’ve written, set in its own continuity. It’s also a conscious attempt at evolving as a writer. I started out writing pulp fiction (and still do, with the Faust and Harmony books), and there’s nothing wrong with that — pulp is fun! But it isn’t enough.

(Friends of mine are aware of two facts: one, I am obsessive about my work, and two, I am emotionally incapable of being satisfied for more than a few passing breaths here or there. I am amazed and grateful that they actually put up with me.)

Ghosts of Gotham is fantasy, but don’t expect a Faust-style urban fantasy action adventure. It’s more of a character piece and a slow-building dark mystery (but when the magic does show up, oh boy, watch out.) Think more along the lines of Neil Gaiman (not daring to compare my skill with his, just tone.) The book is a nightmare, and a love letter.

So, here’s that “under the hood” bit, where we get into the rough mechanics of writing. For months I’ve quietly been working on a follow-up to Ghosts, another self-contained story set in the same continuity. (The idea we’re working with is a series of one-shots with light connections, all charting the secret occult history of New York City.) It’s done, my publisher has it, and yesterday we had a meeting.


And that’s a problem.

The story’s solid, the characters are engaging, there aren’t any truck-sized logic holes, it’s fine. Perfectly publishable. But. But it’s supposed to be the follow-up to the book we’re hoping will be a landmark in my career as a writer. Fine is not good enough.

Sometimes you absolutely need a new perspective. My editor walked me through it, point by point. A little too fast to get to the “good stuff” here, when subtle menace would have served the story better. Too little mystery here, too little magic there. And I don’t mean the in-story kind, but the kind that wraps around your brain and makes a story linger long after you’ve closed the book.

There’s also a structural problem; the sequel involves buried secrets from the Revolutionary War, and I carried the story with extensive flashbacks to 1776. And they just don’t work. Each one jars the reader out of the narrative and leaves the modern-day characters, who they’re really supposed to care about, in limbo. The flashbacks gotta go, and since they involve key plot points, it’s not like I can just rip the chapters out.

We came to a final decision: the entire book needs to be restructured. Out of a 130,000-word draft, maybe half is salvageable, and the rest has to be re-outlined, re-thought and re-written from scratch.

Am I going to do it? Bet your butt I am, because fine isn’t good enough.

But god, this hurts. William Faulkner once said, “In writing, you must kill all your darlings.” The words have to serve the story. It doesn’t matter how much you love a subplot, a scene, a single line of prose: if it’s not working, it has to be cut. That’s part of the editing process, and I’m used to it; not a single one of my books has reached your hands looking just like the rough draft (nor should they, editors are vital.)

Now? I’m looking at cutting entire characters, people I adored. Historical scenes I spent weeks researching. Chapters I loved writing. It’s…kind of a depressive day over here. And a hopeful one. This process sucks and it hurts, but the end result is going to be a sequel far stronger than it ever would have been otherwise. I’m up for the challenge.

And with that, I should get back to work. Have a great weekend!


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New Paperback, and a Tiny Update

Happy Tuesday, friends and owlets! Just a quick update for you today. The paperback version of Bring the Fire is now (finally!) available. Normally it would have been ready a lot faster, but Amazon was having some issues linking it to the e-book version and getting everything on the same page.

Speaking of Amazon issues, some of my overseas readers have noticed a few of my books mysteriously and randomly vanishing from the United States marketplace, showing as “not available.” I checked into it, and this is apparently an issue plaguing the entire storefront; it looks like this is a bug, possibly relating to some kind of overhaul with how they handle international sales. They’re aware of it (many authors have been making them VERY aware of it, trust me) and hopefully it’ll be resolved soon. In the meantime, you should still be able to find my books on your local version of the site (for instance, if you’re in the UK, check for me on

Early response to Bring the Fire has been wonderful, and I’m so grateful! It may be corny, but it’s Thanksgiving week in the states and when I think about what I’m most thankful for, well, it’s each and every one of you. You’re the reason I can do what I do (heck, you’re the reason I’m still here at all), and your support means everything to me.

The new Harmony Black story is coming along nicely. Both it and the next Daniel Faust novel will take place after a time-skip of six months or so, right on the heels of the events of the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy. As always, I’ll do my best to keep each series separate for folks who only want to read one and not the others; there will be a “The Story So Far” segment right at the start to bring you up to speed.

Suffice to say that our heroes will be dealing with some serious changes. The new Harmony story finds Harmony and Jessie on the trail of a missing operative, from a suspicious marine-biology lab in Tampa to a mist-shrouded fishing village off the New England coast. There’s something in the water, and it isn’t friendly. Meanwhile, the next Faust story will open with a funeral (if you’ve read Bring the Fire, you may be able to guess whose), as Daniel prepares to teach his young new apprentice the art of pulling a Locust Job. Things do not go according to plan, because if they did, it wouldn’t be a Faust story.

We’re going to have some fun next year. And in April, there’s Ghosts of Gotham, the story I’m most excited to share with you. Honestly, the story I’m most excited about ever. I’ll be telling you more about that as we get closer. Anyway, time for me to get back to work. Talk to you soon!

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Bring the Fire - Available Now!

Happy Friday! I’m pleased to announce that Bring the Fire, the final book of the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy, is available now. It’s been a long, rough, occasionally explosive road, but this brings the saga (and quite possibly the entire multiverse) to an end. You can grab a copy of the ebook version over at – the paperback is still in layout and should be available in just a couple of days. Audio is coming; Susannah’s booked up through December, but on the first of January she’ll be in the recording studio.

It’s always an intimidating feeling, writing the end of a big story like this one; I think most writers probably feel that way. We want to deliver a truly satisfying ending, with a landing that makes the long journey feel worthwhile. I hope I’ve done that here, but ultimately, you’re the judge. I may be a tiny bit nervous. Okay, a lot nervous. I’ll stop talking now and let the story speak for itself.

I’m still hammering out some schedule details, but next month I should be able to give you a whole rundown on what’s coming in 2019. I can tell you for certain that the return of both Daniel Faust and Harmony Black are in the works (though if you can’t wait, they both appear in Bring the Fire. I mean, I’m just saying.)

And that’s it from me – have a great weekend, and stay safe out there!



Slight Delay (But Only a Slight One!)

Happy Monday (hopefully)! When last I updated you on Bring the Fire, I mentioned that there may be a slight delay due to one of my production team members facing an impending baby-arrival. Well, now I can call it for certain: while the good news is that the delivery went great and mom and baby are both well, it is taking us a little longer than expected to wrap up the book and I have to push the expected release date back by about a week.

Right now, I’m hoping for a release around the weekend after next, somewhere between 11/9 and 11/12, and I’ll update you again as soon as I have a hard, confirmed date. We’re all excited to get this book in your hands (well, the team is excited, I’m terrified) but we’ve got to make sure it’s as polished and ready as possible before we unleash the trilogy’s conclusion.

Meanwhile, work is well underway on the return of Harmony Black. It’s too early to tell you much about the plot, save that there’s action, chills, occult espionage, and also maybe Jessie finally gets some overdue sexy-times. (Hey, it’s hard meeting that special someone when you’re a wolf-blooded undercover agent).



Bring the Fire -- New Cover Reveal!

Happy Tuesday, everybody! I hope it’s a happy Tuesday. I’m having a productive Tuesday, so that makes me happy at least. I thought today would be a nice day to…do a new cover reveal! The final art for Bring the Fire is done, thanks to the awesome talents of James T. Egan, and I think it’s a fine teaser of what lies ahead in the final book of the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy.

I’m still hoping for a Halloween release. That said, a critical member of my production team (not sure how public they want to be about this, so I’m gonna be vague about exactly who it is) is going through a most understandable delay – they’re having a baby! So I hope you’ll forgive me if we run a little late, but that’s one of the few production slowdowns that really can’t be argued with in any way, shape or form.

Believe me, I tried. I was like “Baby, do you know who I am?” And the baby was all, “No, idiot, I’m a baby.” And that was the end of the argument. Anyway, bottom line, still hoping for Halloween but we’ll see. I’ll give you a firm date the second I have one.



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...And Back Again

Happy Friday, everybody! I’m back from a research trip to New York, scouting locations for the followup to Ghosts of Gotham. Oh, did I mention my publisher put up a pre-order page? It’s not out until April, but you can check it out (and its snazzy new cover) over here.

I also had the pleasure of attending a showing of a new immersive theatre piece, Through the Wren, which I hugely enjoyed. Many of you know that I’m a big theatre fan, especially immersive shows, and this one didn’t disappoint. For those unfamiliar, immersive theatre is a medium where there is no stage/audience separation. You’re on the set, actually integrated into the show to one degree or another, and the story unfolds all around you at point-blank range. When done right, it’s stunningly intimate and often transgressive, and Through the Wren is done right.

It’s a small show, with only four main characters, following the course of one tragic night in a Gothic manor. I’ll say no more about the plot, but the crew of actors is absolutely top-notch and every one of them impressed the heck out of me. I believe the first, short run of the show is already sold out, but if you happen to be in NYC when it comes back again, check it out. I will be. (Disclosure: I don’t have any financial stake in the show, but if you happen to go and check out the manor’s hall of portraits, you might spot a familiar face among the cursed Galloway family’s ancestors…)

Soon it was time to return home, with fresh inspiration and a notebook crammed with new ideas. That’s when things got a little sideways. I was flying south, and the remnants of Hurricane Michael were flying north. We spent three hours on the runway at La Guardia, waiting for clearance to take off, wondering if the flight was going to be canceled. Eventually, we got the green light. The course took the long way around, doubling the one-hour flight, bouncing on turbulence all the way. Then we finally arrived at Raleigh-Durham and made what was supposed to be the landing approach.

If you’ve never been on a plane that’s slipping out of control, it’s hard to describe the sensation. It’s not just turbulence. There’s bouncing and chop, but it’s more than that — you feel the plane list like a boat in high waves, slashing to one side and then the other, wind roaring off the hull. You’re suddenly weightless, helpless. The plane tilted, dropped, then rose hard, as the engines screamed, banking upwards until we broke above the clouds once more.

“We can’t land here,” the captain said. I can’t say if he sounded shaken; we all were.

I’ll make the rest of a long story short. We made an emergency landing at Norfolk, medical personnel were on site waiting for us (no serious injuries, thankfully!), hours of waiting were followed by more hours of waiting, and then a late-night cross-state bus ride straight through the storm to finally make it back home again.

(Also, top praise to the flight crew, who were the absolute best — especially the flight attendants, who went way above and beyond the call of duty, trying to make sure everybody was okay. That’s one heck of a long and thankless job, and they deserve more appreciation than they get.)

As for today…well, today I’m freakin’ exhausted, but I’m home, safe, thinking a lot about mortality. I don’t know how much danger we were actually in, in that ten-second span of terror, but I know what it felt like. And I kept thinking about all the books I haven’t written yet, the stories untold, the art unmade. A moment like that definitely puts things in perspective. For me it’s a reminder to work hard, to stay healthy, to stick around as long as I can and give you all that I have. There’s a lot to be done.

Speaking of lots to be done, I’m still hoping for a Halloween release for Bring the Fire, the conclusion of the Wisdom’s Grave trilogy. We’re still in editing, so no guarantees, but we’re gonna try. You can look for a cover reveal soon. As for me, I’m going to crack open a bottle of wine and toast to the future.

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New Audio, and a Production Update

Good morning, everybody! I’m pleased to announce that the audiobook version of Detonation Boulevard, narrated by Susannah Jones, is available now! Susannah knocked her performance out of the park (like always), and I think it came out great.

Bring the Fire, the final book in the Wisdom’s Grave Trilogy, has been in my editor’s hands for a few weeks now and we’re hammering it into shape. I’m hoping to have it out in time for Halloween because…well, really, do I need a reason? Because Halloween is awesome, that’s why. No promises just yet, the manuscript needs a lot of work between here and there, but we’ll do our best.

Writing Bring the Fire was a bittersweet and purgative experience. After writing four series and over a dozen books all set in one connected universe, with lore and setting piling on and piling on, it was time to make a change. Time to pare some of it back and — just like Nessa sets out to do — burn some of it down. Not everybody makes it out of the story alive, and I had to write the final scenes for some people who have lived in my head for years. Not easy, but necessary.

Also, I’m showing you my cards this time. No new mysteries. Just answers. Want to know exactly what the Kings of Man really are? You’re going to find out. Want to know what happened to the creator of the universe, and why there seems to be a hell but no heaven (or for that matter, why there are hundreds of parallel worlds but only people from Daniel Faust’s earth seem to end up in hell)? I’m going to straight-up tell you, and reveal some secrets I’ve been keeping since I wrote The Long Way Down. So that’s happening.

Meanwhile, work is well underway on the next Harmony Black novel. I don’t even have a title to share yet (the working title is Found Footage, but that’s almost certainly going to change), and since the series is now totally in my hands after my publisher decided not to continue it, I’m trying to come at it with a fresh eye. The aim is to make book five an “on-ramp” for new readers, continuing the story while making it accessible for folks to just jump right in.

Part of that is getting back to basics. The biggest complaint about the later Harmony books was that the metaplot was getting seriously overstuffed, as I tried to give the series its own identity while also keeping it tied to the Faust novels. As a result, there was just so much stuff going on. We had the courts of hell, the Network, Bobby Diehl, Bobby and Nadine maybe teaming up to back Senator Roth, the whole metaplot about the real purpose behind Vigilant Lock…it was a LOT.

Obviously not going to spoil anything, but Bring the Fire is going to shuffle the board, change things up, and take a few pieces off the table. The next Harmony book begins with a time jump, picking up around six months after Cold Spectrum ended, and I’m aiming to go lean and mean with this one. It’s just Harmony and Jessie, one creepy mystery to solve, and a whole lot of dead bodies.

(And of course, I haven’t forgotten the angle I set up in the epilogue to Cold Spectrum. Bobby Diehl is in hiding, his financial empire in ruins, but he’s still dangerous as a cornered rat — and Team Evil has had six months to plot their big comeback.)

Okay, that’s enough chatter from me, I should get back to work. Have a great weekend, everybody!