Sherrilyn Kenyon's Blog

I think Shara is trying to kill me. But I love every minute of it.

WTF is wrong with Andarions that they put all their important holidays in the span of one week? WTF is wrong with my family that they, too, celebrate every minsid one of them? I wish the Fyrebloods would rebel and take the week off.

But at least I survived all the parties, even though half of Ushara’s family still stares at me with hatred. It makes me feel at home with the birth entities I deny ever having. I am a sick MF and I still say I was spawned.

Now if I could just talk Trajen into moving the Feast of Heroes into another week or month. Have a little more time between all the feasting. I haven’t eaten so much food since . . .

Last year. Thank the gods it only comes once a year or I’d be screwed.

Better, yet, I’m glad I have all these kids to chase after. Not only keeps me young, keeps me from weighing as much as a shuttle.

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I made it through another Halloween, though I’m not sure that’s such a good thing. Honestly, I think the time after Halloween is even worse.

Time when I miss how things used to be.

The stupid kid who knew nothing of who and what I am. Sometimes, I can still see him looking back at me. Hear the voice of my mom.

God, how I miss her.

Now I know why Ash was always so quiet. It’s hard to know what’s coming and not be able to stop it. To hear the clamoring of time passing . . .

But that’s okay. There’s a new day coming.

And I know a secret about it.

Weirdest phone call. Not that I don’t get a lot of them. That’ll teach me to be married to a psychologist. I think at times it’s worse than being married to a nurse or medical doctor. Everybody calls, night and day, for advice.

I wish Grace would learn the magic words. “that’s not my area. I can’t help you.”

But that’s why I love her.

Anyway, so Kyrian is bitching and moaning about having two kids driving.

Seriously?

All six of mine are driving, with Tabitha on the road, no less, and I had to survive three teenage daughters under one roof. Honestly? I survived major Roman sieges that were easier to handle.

Plus, all three of my girls are in college, even though the youngest is only 17 and Kyrian was the asshole who held me back while Grace drove her off to school because they all knew I didn’t want her to go until she was 30.

I think Amanda’s right, the only thing worse than all of them growing up is all of them leaving. We’re down to only one left at home and poor Simon is terrified I’m going to hobble him and chain him in his room for eternity. Not a bad thought, but Grace has threatened me if I even think about it.

Still, my stepdad is known for making some pretty damn good chains. Just saying.

It’s hard to let them go their own way, knowing everything that’s out there. Sadly, the Daimons aren’t the scariest thing in the world.

I can’t believe that I’ve actually fathered a worse driver than Julian . . .

Or Nick.

I didn’t think it was possible, but damn. That’s what I get for stupidly naming my kid after my Squire. If only I could go back in time.

At this point, the race is on as to which kid is going to put me in my grave first. Marissa who thinks that I’m going to let her go to college across the country from us or NJ who keeps begging for his own car. As if I’d let him out of the driveway on his own. That boy is out of his mind.

Thanks the gods that Theo is just starting school. I don’t know what I’d do if I had three thinking they were going to be independent at once.

And Amanda is wanting to add a fourth child to the line-up. Is she trying to kill me, too? At this point, I’m wondering if Stryker is needing another second-in-command. Mostly, because I know his SICs tend to get staked. A lot.

Don’t get me started on Nick, Sr. He’s gone underground until after Halloween. He’s claiming that this time of year makes his “inner” demon harder to control and he needs to stay away from humanity before he forgets why he’s not supposed to end the world.

Yeah. Gonna be interesting. Glad Acheron is now a full-time resident.

Yeah, it’s Halloween so all kinds of freaky things are going on in the Quarter (and other places). To say my nerves are shot, is an understatement. Halloween is code for “Let’s all hunt and kill Malachai.” And with the veil being thin, it’s much worse than normal. I’ve been more nervous than a three-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory.

So what does my ever-loving demon bodyguard decide to do? Allay my fears? Oh, yeah! Never. Nah, nah, nah. My zoo crew (literally) decides to wake me this morning in full-on zombie makeup. My mom will be repairing the claw marks from the ceiling for the next year. This, boys and girls, is why demons shouldn’t be friends with Hel Hounds and never, ever let them befriend a Celtic war god on top of it. If I make it to dawn, it’ll be a bigger miracle than normal.

Is Nick looking forward to Halloween? No. Is the zoo crew? Of course. It’s the one time Simi, Caleb, Kaziel, Aeron and Vawn can go out and flaunt their real skins and no on blinks. I go out as Malachai . . . yeah. Ain’t enough duck urine in the world to protect me.

Oh well. Hope the rest of you have a Happy Halloween (and one a lot safer than mine).

It’s that time of year again! Ma’s been in the kitchen for days, cooking and making all kinds of eats! Simi would be proud. I, on the other hand, am so stuffed, no one better be chasing me for awhile or else it will end badly.

For me.

Which is why Caleb is sleeping over, though he ate enough I doubt he could do much running or fighting, either. So don’t nobody be telling our enemies.

L’enfant was found by Kody this year. I still say she cheated. Haven’t figured out how, but I know she did. Best day ever, Mark let us all crash on his balcony for the parades. He has the best view in down and I have enough beads to sink a Mardi Gras float.

Now Ash, Talon, and Kyrian are out patrolling. And we are kicking back, watching TV and having a blast. Bubba is out with my mom and I don’t want to know . . .

But he promised to have her in by ten or they’d turn into pumpkins. Or, better yet, I’ll send Eros after them, lead arrow loaded. Yeah, I got connections!

Actually, I really don’t have to worry since they went to Sanctuary to eat, and for the annual Masquerade Party. So I know the Peltiers will be keeping an eye on my mom. And Dev has volunteered to hold Bubba down for me should he get a little too frisky. Not that he has, but it’s nice to know the Bears got my back.

All right, I’m heading back to my girl and my boys before they eat me out of condo and home. Later, gators.

The fun things you learn when you adopt a new culture. Andarions like their celebrations. A lot. The War Hauks in particular like to throw down with the best of them. After the week long celebrations last month, I thought we were done for a bit.

Oh no! Dancer threw in another one. More home decorations. More feast planning. I don’t know what I’d do without is cousin and Yaya to help me navigate through all these strange customs. And I have to say, having Galene and Felicia around has proven to be a lot of fun, too. They are like the sisters I’ve missed having (or never had really). It’s so easier to plan the feasts when there are extra hands in the kitchen.

And with Vega, I  have company in my confusion. Which would be worse, I must confess, if Kiara hadn’t turned over her planning notes to me where she made very careful schedules and details her first couple of years after her marriage to Nyk. Although, her militant attention to minutia is a bit terrifying. Nothing escapes her notice. Still, Kalea and I are settling in very nicely to our new homeworld. She is loving her “cousins” and thrilled to be part of such a large family, as am I.

Checking in with Talyn and a new Born of Defiance excerpt (next League book hits the shelves May 12). Click here to read it.

Made this up for my son, the wannabe writer, as a motivational reminder to let him know that he’s not alone in the misery.

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