My other plot to get this novel out was to appear above your bed as a shower of oily rain and whisper it to you in a hideous susurrus, but turns out they only do that for like, Women’s Lit

The Ninth House Trilogy is getting published with Tor under their Tor-Macmillan imprint. Both halves of that sentence are, by themselves, reasons for joy and fear so commingled that I no longer understand what either emotion means; put together, they ensure that these days I simultaneously want to gnaw off my foot to a stump and continually cause parties to happen. It’s due very much to my agent and very little to me, but it’s happening.

Carl Engle-Laird – an editor so insightful, so longsuffering and so deeply in tune with what I am trying to do here that it is not to be believed – calls the novel “epic science fantasy in which queer necromantic nuns team up to defeat the trial of the Necrolord.” You can read what he said, it is all in the article, along with my face as I stare at the camera and appear to think secret thoughts about dachshunds. (COLD REALITY: I was thinking of how to impress my photographer with even more knowledge of vanilla World of Warcraft raids.) Read his words; they’re good. Here are mine.

1. I need to share these books with you.

2. They answer my question of, What if a bunch of human-equivalent oil slicks… did space necromancy at each other?

3. How can I make sword fights… more dead and more gay?

I will leave you with a quote from Jane Austen, who felt about her heroine, Elizabeth, much the same as I think about mine, Gideon:

I must confess that I think her as complete a dumpster fire as ever appeared in print

Thank you for reading me.