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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Tour: Falling Awake III

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Book Title: Falling Awake III: Requiem

Author: Kristoffer Gair

Publisher: Self-Published

Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Genre/s: M/M Suspense, occult

Trope/s: Love can conquer all.

Themes: Reincarnation, friendship, sacrifice, love

Heat Rating: 1 flame

Length: 149 000 words 

There are two prior books, Falling Awake and Falling Awake II: Revenant.


 

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He will turn what is into what can be.


Blurb

They targeted him before he was ever born. They will hunt him. They will execute anyone around him. They will rip his innocence away, corrupt him, and twist him into an instrument of terror. He will give the world reason to fear, fear the unknown, and he will do this lifetime after lifetime after lifetime.

Except this time, Daniel Davis hasn’t come back alone.

Four souls have returned with him, would-be protectors who’ve vowed to shield him from this fate. If they succeed, Daniel will turn what is into what can be. And if they fail, his light will dim and fade…forever.




Excerpt

“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” Amanda grabbed a blanket from the inside of the vehicle and wrapped it around Daniel, then took a clean cloth and held it up to his chin. He’d need stitches and there’d be one hell of a scar. “Look at me.” He did, still shaking.

She’d almost been a moment too late. A second of hesitation and he’d be dead. What did the intruder want? What had he been looking for? And why did he scream what he did at Daniel?

Let me see your eyes. It’s in there, isn’t it? Deep down you can feel it.

The intruder’s words. Why the eyes? What was in them? What had he looked for? And why would Daniel feel it? Why did all of this feel so familiar to her? She knew the answers somewhere in the back of her memory, just out of reach. Why couldn’t she remember?

You can’t hide from us! We’ll find you again and again and again!

This had happened before. It happened now. It would happen again. Unless…

She studied the young boy’s face, the remains of a kind of innocence now lost and something new dawning. He’d never be the same again. Ever. Nobody prepared him for this. Not this young. How did one recover? With time? Without his mother or father?

Daniel began sobbing anew, as if reading her mind about his parents, whom she was sure he already missed.

“You’re—” Her voice cracked and she struggled not to break down in front of him. He didn’t need that. He needed strength. “You’re safe, baby. You’re safe now, Daniel.”

He stared into her eyes now. Was he searching for truth, or to see the depths of her own demons compared to his?

She met his gaze with her own and peered into his eyes. Blue. The blue eyes she’d seen in her recent dreams when he’d appeared much older. Still there, but… She felt her head tilt to the side as she searched even deeper. Beyond the blue. Something else. Something new. Foreign. Fear? No. Fear was on the outside, on the surface, but below the fear in a place he couldn’t feel or know existed inside himself? Shadows. Something that didn’t belong. A blackness, a blackness that swirled around in its infancy, as if waking.

The intruder is responsible for this. He woke this thing.

The blackness stopped moving for a moment. Did it sense her? She stared at it and some part of it intuitively stared back at her. The blackness knew her. They were old acquaintances. And if the thing, this entity or presence…whatever the hell it was…could have sneered at her, she knew it would have.

Have you ever heard a child scream as if their soul was being ripped apart at the seams? Like there’s no safe place in Heaven, Earth, or in-between that’s safe.

Where did these words come from? When did she say them? Part of her understood she never had, and yet another part, the part far back in her mind, knew she had. But when? How could that even be possible? Amanda also understood Daniel’s soul was infected and this thing inside him would take great joy in ripping him apart.

“You’re safe now, Daniel,” she repeated, mostly to reassure herself, only she knew deep down it wasn’t true.

The darkness in Daniel’s eyes began its dance anew.

…it’s going to eat him from the inside out.

Her words again? When did she say this?

“You’re not going to get him,” she muttered.

The darkness found an opening and began to disappear behind Daniel’s eyes, hiding beyond the physical, beyond reach. Beyond her reach.

He’s already ours.

Daniel began to shake.


About the Author  



Kristoffer Gair grew up in Fraser, MI and is a graduate of Grand Valley State University. He is the author of 7 novels—some written under the pseudonym Kage Alan—been a part of 6 anthologies, and currently lives in a suburb of Detroit.


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Keeping It All Straight
by 
Kristoffer Gair, author of Falling Awake III: Requiem

Falling Awake III: Requiem could have had a blooper reel if it was a movie. I’m not sure you can make a blooper reel from the printed word, but holy smoke did I have some blunders while writing this one! See, here’s the thing. Writing a novella is fine, and writing a second book that has to follow information set forth in the novella is fine since the second book happens to be a prequel. But moving forward again and having to keep straight events from the novella AND a prequel? It’s enough to make your eyes cross and forget to dot your I’s on the page.

Let’s start with something simple. The character of Alex Shao. Likes I said, simple, right?
You’d think so, right up until one of my editors pointed out I’d been spelling his last name as Shoa. And Tam Dinh? There were a few Tam Dihn flubs. Heck, Frank Margason became something else altogether. Another editor had an issue with Tam’s name being too close to his father’s name, Nam. Tam and Nam. Then there was the Shao’s dog, Bao. Bao Shao. Okay, I changed Bao, but I still love that name for a dog and I kept Tam and Nam.

A big, big, big issue I came across happened around the middle of the story when Alex takes Daniel downtown to see the AIDS quilt. There’s a conversation that takes place between them and Alex talks about having seen David Bowie in concert the previous year in Chicago, and just what that experience meant to him. It turns out I misread an online article and David Bowie didn’t play a show in Chicago at the time the book took place. He hadn’t played Chicago in a very long time. Well, crap. So I chose the Sting and Peter Gabriel concert…up until an editor mentioned someone Alex’s age would listen to more age-appropriate artists than my ancient ass would. I went with Adele. I listen to Adele. I just hope I’m allowed to.

The villains in the story proved problematic because several of them have come back from previous lives, lives that were explored in Falling Awake II: Revenant. Try keeping their personalities straight along with their age in relation to the age of the protagonists. I suspect if someone wants to know why the book is so bloody long, it’s because I needed to keep everything clear in my head, which could only be accomplished by writing it out in detail.

I’m still miffed about that David Bowie blunder. Alex has a poignant bit of dialogue about the experience and it just would have sounded so much better talking about Bowie due to the man’s legacy. Oh, well. Win some, lose some.

Oh, here’s something else. I originally had Daniel, Tam, and Alex living on a dead-end street. I chose Eagle Lane because a very good friend of ours, Marianne Labahn, lived on Eagle Lane. Eagle Lane isn’t a dead-end street and I knew that. It just didn’t occur to me until after I’d referenced it being that way in the story. Thank God I didn’t write the book using a typewriter. Can you imagine having to go back and retype an entire chapter because you’ve made a blunder like that?

Eye colors changed, hair color changed, clothing changed… This is why I will probably never write another book this length again. Or, if I do, everybody will look exactly alike, so then I won’t have to worry about all those other potentially confusing details. Because that’s a sane decision!

My editors help me look sane and like I know what I’m talking about. The truth, however, is amusingly far from.

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