Greetings from New Westminster, British Columbia. First, let me introduce myself. I’m Paul Comeau and More Things in Heaven and Earth is my first attempt at a novel, which means this is all very new and unfamiliar to me.
My sincere thanks go out to all the people at Dreamspinner Press whose kind words of encouragement and support have made this such a rewarding experience for me. I know far more about vampires than I do about blogs, so when I sat down to write this, I asked myself How would Damien approach it? What would he likely have to say? Would he condescend to say anything at all? After all, Damien does things in his own time, in his own way, and nobody forces him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.
Let’s assume he would deign to speak. He’d very likely begin by tossing off a Shakespeare quote, perhaps something like “Men of few words are the best men,” or “When words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain.” And this isn’t just me trying to get away with writing as little as possible here. He really would say something like that, because Damien truly believes the Bard’s words are eternally relevant—a phrase for every occasion. Which doesn’t mean he’s above showing off his superior knowledge when the opportunity presents itself. He’s only unhuman, after all!
Nevertheless, the quote would only be his opening gambit. He’d then tune into your thoughts, smirk at your puzzlement, and playfully craft a response to tell you exactly what you want to hear. No, scratch that, he’d tell you exactly what he wanted you to hear, whether you were open to it or not. Because, let’s face it, he’s the vampire, for Christ’s sake! More adept, more powerful, and probably more intelligent than you or I will ever be.
He’d want to tell you about being different and how for all of society’s talk of political correctness, its endorsement of human rights and inclusiveness, difference is still met with suspicion, fear, and condemnation. He’d want to caution you against Bible thumpers, who attempt to recreate the world in their own uncompromising image and, in doing so, forget about compassion, understanding, and love. But most of all, he’d want to talk about Danny, and how his love for Danny irrevocably altered the course and tenor of his unlife.
Perhaps I should let Damien speak of that love himself. The scene takes place in the hospital, where Danny lies unresponsive in a coma after being beaten to within an inch of his life by biker thugs hired by his former boyfriend, Jared. Damien is beside himself with grief and is preparing to set off to do what he does best—find the culprits and make them pay!
“Damien lowered the bed rail and climbed up beside Danny, careful not to jostle him too much and intensify his pain. Could he feel pain? Could he feel anything? Propped up on his left elbow, Damien ran his right hand lovingly through the matted curls. He inspected Danny’s upper lip, which had healed to his satisfaction, and bent to kiss it. Tremulously he drew back the hospital blanket and lifted Danny’s pajama top to see the damage he’d been too afraid to look at before. Jesus Christ, his entire right side was purple where he’d been kicked repeatedly and his ribs fractured. Damien manfully swallowed his rage and grief as the blood tears fell, spotting the boy’s stomach. He quickly wiped them away with his hand and struggled for composure. He leaned closer to speak in Danny’s ear.
‘Hey, beautiful, it’s me. The one who loves you more than anything in the world. The one who let you down.’ He paused to wipe away more tears. ‘Listen,’ he went on, his voice a hoarse whisper, ‘you know I want to stay with you every minute of every hour of every day, but I can’t just now. I have to make this right in the only way I know how. But I’m not leaving you, not like I did before. I’ll only be gone for a couple of days at the most, okay? Your mum and Vanessa will pick up the slack, though, so you won’t be alone.
I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry they hurt you,’ he said, his voice breaking. ‘But I swear they’ll never hurt you again. And when I get back, I’ll make it up to you, do whatever you want, give you anything you need.’ He again wiped his eyes and bent to kiss Danny’s lips once more, the kiss dissolving into a muffled sob. He knew he had to leave now or he’d never go.”
This is Damien at his most vulnerable, but when the situation arises, he can be strong, swift, and utterly deadly. I hope you enjoy reading More Things as much as I enjoyed writing it.
When young Danny Crawford’s father and a priest conspire to subject him to conversion therapy, Danny only sees one way out. But little does Danny know he’ll soon have a sentinel watching from the darkness, a guardian angel in the most unlikely form imaginable.
Damien, a vampire, is inexplicably moved by Danny’s plight. He takes it upon himself to make sure Danny’s father and the priest can never hurt him again, giving Danny a chance at a normal life. As Danny grows up, Damien struggles to keep the boy—and later the young man—from harm. He does not dare go any further, no matter how much he wants to. To do so would ruin everything he’s tried to do for Danny. He doesn’t realize that as Danny embarks on a successful modeling career and begins dating, Danny feels empty, longing for something—or someone—just beyond his reach: a shadow, a presence he despairingly believes forever lost to him.
When brutality and violence threaten Danny again, Damien must make a decision—risk revealing himself to Danny, or leave Danny to his fate.
Meet Paul Comeau
Paul is a proud Canadian, who has recently retired from teaching high school English and is relieved to have finally traded the drudgery of lesson prep and essay marking for the pure joy of writing fiction. He is addicted to paranormal investigator shows, horror movies, all things vampire, mystery novels, long morning walks, and jigsaw puzzles. He is blessed with a loving and supportive wife, who keeps him grounded in reality while helping him navigate the intimidating world of technology, and a daughter who understands the highs and lows of the enigmatic writing process, being herself an accomplished writer and poet. When he is not compulsively tapping the keys of his laptop, he can be found at the dining room table matching the shapes and patterns of his latest jigsaw puzzle or in the kitchen roasting, stewing, grilling, and baking. He views cooking as a creative activity, like writing fiction, with the outcome often as interesting and unexpected. He imagines his characters, plots, and dialogues in the process of doing any or all of these things.