speak.”
“I can’t believe they lasted this long,” Ciaran said, more to Ruby than to anyone else. “I thought they would’ve killed each other by now.”
Ruby gazed at Ciaran’s sweet face. Now that her sight had returned, spontaneously and, some rightfully declared, miraculously, she loved spending hours just looking at him. “Maybe true love prevails after all.”
Before anyone could snicker, Fritz cannonballed into the pool and splattered his friends with a man-made tidal wave. When he broke the surface he was right in the center of their group, a bit too close to the girlfriend he wasn’t completely ready to give up on, and asked, “So when’s Nebraska getting back from Nebraska?”
“In a few days,” Saoirse advised as she started to crawl on top of Nakano’s shoulders. “How long can a tour of Weeping Water actually take?”
“Well, they better get back soon,” Fritz barked. “Senior year’s about to begin, and it won’t be the same without those two.”
And then Saoirse did a flawless backflip that was met with an enthusiastic round of applause. It was the perfect pool party, the perfect way to spend the last few days before the beginning of the new school year. Watching the action from outside, hidden behind some trees, Morgandy didn’t agree. But it didn’t matter what he thought, because he wasn’t invited and, for the moment, he was outnumbered.
The number astounded Ronan. “Just how many churches does this town of yours have?”
“Two more than the number of bars,” Michael said, smiling over at Ronan from the driver’s seat of their rented Chevy. “And when I say bar, I mean bar and not quaint little fifteenth-century pub.”
“Well, that makes sense then,” Ronan replied, extending his hand outside the car window and letting the wind flitter through his fingers. “Where there’s sin, there has to be redemption.”
Slapping Ronan’s leg, Michael teased, “Now don’t you talk like a heathen.”
“I’m no heathen, love,” Ronan said, smiling devilishly. “I’m a vampire. Sin and redemption go with the territory.”
A light on the dashboard turned red. “Well, this here is mortal territory,” Michael said. “And we need to get some gas.”
Pulling up next to the pump, Michael never expected to see R.J.’s face peering down at him. But it was exactly where R.J. was supposed to be. In Michael’s dreams R.J. had always been manning the gas station. Why should reality be any different?
“Mike?” R.J. said, surprised but delighted to see his familiar face.
“Hi, R.J.” Michael said. “How are you?”
If appearance meant anything, R.J. was just fine. His body was still lean and lanky, his long hair was still tucked behind his ears, and his face was still a golden bronze from spending so much time outside. Resting his arms on the window ledge, R.J. looked into the car and smiled. “I’m doin’ all right,” he replied. “For a hot August day.”
“This is my boyfriend, Ronan,” Michael announced. After he spoke Michael wasn’t embarrassed; he didn’t feel his cheeks grow warm. He had simply told the truth, and it felt good. What made it even better was that there was no awkward pause. R.J. just reached into the car to shake Ronan’s hand and introduce himself.
Squatting next to the car, R.J. lifted his faded cowboy hat with his index finger to reveal some sweat on his brow. One drop, two drops, three drops, four slithered slowly down the sides of R.J.’s chiseled face, and Michael remembered how he had loved to stare at the young man. Boy, did that seem like such a long time ago. He would have laughed out loud at the memory, but R.J. interrupted him. “You know there’s this club over in Omaha, Buddy’s Place it’s called, I’ve, uh, gone there a couple of times,” he said, smiling just enough so Michael and Ronan would understand what type of club it was.
“I think you two might like it. It’s, um, filled with our kind of people.”
Well, what do you know? All this time Michael had been wrong. He had never been different, he had never been unnatural, there were others like him, closer than he had ever imagined. He just had to travel halfway around the world to learn not to be scared or ashamed of the person he was always meant to be. And travel halfway back to learn that he had never really been alone.
Driving out of the gas station, the gravel crunching under the tires, Michael didn’t see R.J. smile with admiration and pride at the young couple. He just reached out to hold Ronan’s hand, the hand that still felt like cool water over rock-hard stone. Staring ahead at the long road ahead of them, Michael was happy. He felt safe and confident. He knew as well as Ronan did that no matter what future obstacles came their way, no matter what hardships they would have to endure, as long as they had each other—and they both knew that they always would—they would never, ever have to be afraid.
Please turn the page for a special Q & A with Michael Griffo.
What’s next for you as a writer?
First and foremost I’m thinking of some new characters and some new books to write. That’s something that I’m constantly doing, even if I’m working on another project. Sometimes I get a vague idea; other times I get a character’s name. Just the other day a girl’s name came to me—Dominy Robin-eaux. So I’ve decided she’ll be the heroine of my next book,
At the moment I’m preparing the syllabus for a playwriting class I hope to teach as an adjunct professor for the spring 2012 semester at a college in New Jersey. I’ve taught a few workshops and seminars in the past, but I’ve always wanted to teach my own writing class. I’m still awaiting the final word, but I’m optimistic that it’ll happen.
In addition, I’m working on a new play after taking some time off to concentrate on novels, so that’s exciting. To me, writing is writing, so I really enjoy jumping back and forth between genres.
I’m looking forward to seeing how this play develops after working so exclusively in the world of fiction. It should be an interesting journey.
Do you think Michael and Ronan will live happily ever after?
Well ... happily ever after can spell doom for a couple in the world of fiction, so I’m not sure if I’d say that. However, I know that they will continue to learn from each other and enjoy and experience life as a couple. The reason for that is because I stand by the words I’ve written in the three books thus far as well as the relationship that has developed between Michael and Ronan, and I believe that no matter what danger they may face they will face it together. These two are a team in every sense of the word and regardless of what the future holds for them, that’s how they’ll remain. I think it’s much more interesting—and challenging to me as a writer—to have them work together against evil than to see them separated by extraneous forces just to further the plot. To me that kind of storytelling is boring because in my heart I know that Michael and Ronan are destined to stay together. If the series does continue, rest assured that it’ll be an exciting and adventurous tale, but one that they confront together.
Is David really dead?
Hmmm ... Yes, for the moment David is a member of the community of the dead. He is in Rhoswen’s realm, and she, for the time being, is calling the shots. She’s got her big brother back to read her stories for quite a long while. But (and I’m sure you knew a
However, as we’ve learned, supernatural creatures aren’t invulnerable, and they can be killed. I guess the real question to ask is, “How long will David stay dead?”
In terms of the storyline, were there things that caught you by surprise while you were writing?
Were there plotlines or ideas that were unexpected developments?
