|Triane's Son Fighting|
In fact, I know I've mentioned the Batman thing. Because, well, Batman. I've written pages and pages on Batman, and heroic archetypes and the pantheon of superhero archetypes-- it is old hat by now.
But just like I can still look at my husband and like the feel of his skin under my hand, I still get off on Batman.
It doesn't hurt that my first experience of Batman was the old Tim Burton Batman-- because when Michael Keaton put on his Batman face, he went from goofy Mr. Mom to terminally fucking cool in a few facial muscles.
It really doesn't hurt that my second Batman was the animated 1992 series, the one voiced by Kevin Conroy, whose gravel tones have probably soaked nearly a billion sets of panties by now--so, not just mine. And that Batman was my favorite. Taciturn, sardonic, he didn't give a rat's ass about the showmanship of the bad guys, his stocky, heavily muscled body had been honed to do one thing: kick their evil snarky asses. Batman? I loved that guy.
He made the angel's fall of the Gothic hero look so fucking cool there was ice on his skin.
That he shattered when it was time to rumble.
So when I do fantasy superhero stuff--nobody who has followed me for any length of time is at all surprised when my go-to guy is Batman.
When I first wrote Bitter Moon, my original goal was one short fantasy novel--don't laugh. This was in the early days of my writing when I was not aware that writing short for me was sort of like looking like hell for Tyler Hoechlin. I'm sure it can be done but it takes a lot of work on behalf of professionals, some make-up, and a deplorable treatment of the gifts Goddess gave you. But whether or not I could write that one short, the fact remains that the first book opens up with a foreshadowing scene that places us firmly in the center of the action in what is now the fourth book of the series: the image of our hero, Torrant Moon-Shadow, slinking along the streets of Clough, his friend waiting to help him as they wreak mayhem on the evil doers who have the city in their clutches.
I wrote the entire first two books heading for that image, that idea. The duality of the prominent daytime figure becoming a dark force of justice in the night. And there is no way to write that without drama-- I know, I tried. It comes out surrounded with angst and pain and glamour because those things ooze front he concept itself. We can not throw a cat or push a button without seeing some public figure being a hypocritical, self-serving hosebeast and doing it legally with the full blessing of the powers that be. I know I'm not the only one who ends up jumping up and down at my computer, sputtering like a flat tire. "Did you… but look! That's… it's so STUPID! Evil… just… I mean… oh for crap's sake, who in the human slush puddle is going to rise up and call these wankers on their sheer up-yours fuckery!"
|Triane's Son Learning|
We need help. It feels like we need help that is better, stronger, faster than most of us plain humans, because the list of heinosity just continues.
We need Batman.
And so Batman is who I wrote. But if we want our Batman to be worthy, he can't fight the poisoned claws of corruption without a terrible cost to his own soul. The closer you get to the manticore, the more likely you're stung by the scorpion end, and that's Batman. He can't always leave the bad guys in puddles of moaning henchmen-- sometimes he has to kill. Sometimes he makes mistakes. And he didn't set out to hurt people-- he set out to save them. And he can't ever just get over the things he has to do, because then what would he be? A sociopath with extreme abilities to hurt people, and we'd be twice as fucked as we were before.
|Triane's Son Rising|
He's just so delicious to write.
So, Triane's Son Fighting is coming out on January 29th, and this third book in the series finds our hero in the dark molten core of the Batman experience. He's not just Batman, he's pulling the people around him into doing Batman things too. He believes there's a hero in all of us--and to some extent he's right--but poor Torrant. He's not prepared when his heroes in training start taking the hits that he'd planned to take. The idea that people might suffer for him, when he's suffering for the rest of the world, makes him crazy--and thus hinges much of the story. This book pushes some of the boundaries of YA-- but it is still 16+ YA (also called New Adult and Emerging Adult literature.) There is love here, both gay and straight, and pain--which knows no gender. There is action and adventure, sorcery, and a big white snowcat just for kicks.
If you haven't read it before (because it's been out for a while) and you're willing to forgo reading a romance for reading an action/adventure/fantasy with some romance in it, by all means pick up the first volume
and head on from there.
I mean, Batman. Don't we all need Batman in our lives?
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