It’s been a strange couple of weeks: a mix of joy and melancholy. My cousin’s family suffered a terrible loss. My partner’s family came down to Toronto to attend the funeral of his great-aunt. I needn’t remind you about the numerous celebrity deaths we’ve experienced this month, either. A reader of mine also lost her brother recently, too—my condolences for that and every loss. As you can imagine, I’ve been thinking quite a bit about ends. In what was another “end”, a happier one, this week I finished the final (editorial) draft of Feast of Chaos.
Death often surrounds us, though we hate to consider our own mortality. I suppose that’s why I often ask and ponder the big questions on life, death and fate through my work. Looking over the draft (which is now on it’s way to the copy editors and then into your hands!), I realized how much my work has been influenced by these questions. Who are we? What do we leave behind? What defines “goodness” and “wickedness”? How loose and interchangeable are those states? Feast of Chaos reflects this thinking and is certainly the meatiest and most philosophical work that I’ve ever written: asking those questions of both the reader and the characters.
You’re going to see Morigan stumble. You’re going to see the villains rise. You’re going to see an exploration on religion, faith, humility and pride. In Pandemonia, our heroes’ next destination, there are civilizations that have stood since nearly the dawn of time—unweathered bastions of power and knowledge lorded over by Keepers who no more protect the Green Mother’s secrets, but use them for their gain. You’ll visit the ancient people who walked the land when Magnus and his brother were young Immortals. You’ll see a schism, a contrast, between the entrenched technomagikcrats of Pandemonia who live in the aforementioned grand kingdoms raised by magik and ego, and the humbler tribes who’ve chosen to forsake such societies for what they believe to be the betterment of their souls. I’m sure that any number of intimations toward our own world can and will be made—but that’s the point, we tend to know ourselves better through abstractness and allegory.
Again, it’s a complex work, and it’s the deepest I’ve ever dove into the matter of faith. I think it’s important, too, when discussing faith, to not attack the institution of religion, and rather to show how far we can fall from the idea of grace, and how close we can be to maintaining it. Once you start attacking, or drawing parallels too close, you risk insulting your audience. We talked about that a bit in last week’s blog. Anyway, while I can’t quite celebrate yet, it is with tempered excitement then that I can announce that Feast of Chaos will be aiming for a July release—or sooner, depending on the copy editors’ progress. I don’t want to rush this one, it’s volatile subject material needs to be handled with the care of explosives. But it’s done, and it’s in the final stages. I’m convinced it’s the best work I’ve ever written. So get ready.
All my love,
P.S. Thank-you to all of my new paperback readers in the UK and Canada. Paperback sales in those regions have been awesome. I’m glad that you’ve taken the plunge for a traditional format–there’s nothing quite like holding one of the Four Feasts in your hands. Seriously, they’re massive books–they can double as a weapon in self-defense!