with a capital L
and an I – A – R.
All caps. All day, everyday.
See, here’s the deal: in the Author Notes of the finale of THE SANCTUM TRILOGY, I promise to publish an Epilogue on my blog for anyone who needs some hand-holding after reading everything that goes down with Wyatt, Dev, and the crew. Because a close friend needed it after reading the last sentence of The Prophecy.
She needed some reassurance, some hope, and in a fit of generosity and because I love her so, I gave it to her, then oddly promised to give it to everyone else. Despite the fact that I hated it
when I wrote it
I fucking abhor that Epilogue.
Every word of it. Every sentiment. Every heated glance.
I don’t want to give anyone a neatly tied up, prettily packaged HEA (which I’ve learned means “Happily Ever After”…vomit…everywhere…now). I want you to sit with the shit that goes down
I want you to get emotional about it because it’s fucking brutal and intense and you should get emotional about it. And afterwards, if you’re not so sure things are that great for everyone involved, well so be it. I can’t help you.
Well, I could help you
but I’m not going to.
Because I love my ending and I don’t need any hand-holding or comforting or hope. I think the ending, in all of its perfect imperfectness, is just right. There’s nothing more. At least not for the trilogy.
Not for the story of the prophecy.
What you see in those three books is what you get. No more.
So let me say a big sorry to anyone who reads my Author’s Note and wonders where the hell they can find that promised Epilogue.
I admit it, I lied.
At least I’m honest about that
because seriously, there is no way in hell ANYONE else is seeing that goddamned Epilogue.
And now I’m off to edit my books…