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Authors: Michael Griffo

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epilogue
Three Months Later
 
Archangel Academy was resilient. So were her students.
Only a few indications that carnage had ripped through the school during the Tri-Centennial Celebration remained. There was a small memorial site near the entrance to The Forest made up of a cross that was spray-painted in Talisa's favorite bright shade of pink and surrounded by notes from her heartbroken classmates, along with the most incredibly robust white roses that usually only grew outside St. Joshua's. The window that Morgandy had crashed through, near the front door of one of the smaller buildings next to the cathedral, had been replaced with a colorful stained glass rendering of an olive branch. And right above the entrance to the locker rooms was a portrait of Coach Peter Blakeley. Depicted wearing his navy blue and gold Double A tracksuit, he had his whistle draped around his neck, and his expression was more smirk than smile. But he looked as strong and as valiant as he had the moment he died.
The gym was alive and noisy as always. The windows had been cranked open, and the space was filled with a warm breeze that floated in from the outside bringing with it the smell of lavender mixed with pine. The pool was full of students splashing, dunking one another, and simply enjoying an impromptu end-of-summer party. Despite everything that had happened, despite the loss of life and the shift in power, Double A had survived. And probably would for another three hundred years.
“So I hear McLaren is going to be the new headmaster,” Nakano said, sitting on the edge of the pool, his legs dangling in the cool water.
“Really?” Saoirse replied, holding onto Kano's ankles and treading water. “I was hoping they were going to give it to Sister Mary, show some girl power for once.”
Cocking his head to the side, Kano thought for a moment. “Would've been a right fine choice,” he remarked, then added a bit shyly, “But not nearly as hot a choice as Professor Brit Lit.”
Splashing Nakano with a huge wave of water, Saoirse shouted, “Why do you have to be so gay all the time?!”
“Why do you have to be so loud all the time?” Nakano shouted back, jumping into the pool. Just before dunking Saoirse under water, he smiled very happily and whispered,
“How else could I be your GBFF?”
When she popped back up, Ciaran and Ruby had joined them. “Have you heard from the other Ms. Glynn-Rowley?” Ciaran asked.
“Yes,” she confirmed. “Mum's still on safari with Michael's dad and probably terrorizing natives as we speak.”
“I can't believe they lasted this long,” Ciaran said, more to Ruby than to anyone else. “I thought they would've killed each other by now.”
Ruby gazed at Ciaran's sweet face. Now that her sight had returned, spontaneously and, some rightfully declared, miraculously, she loved spending hours just looking at him. “Maybe true love prevails after all.”
Before anyone could snicker, Fritz cannonballed into the pool and splattered his friends with a man-made tidal wave. When he broke the surface he was right in the center of their group, a bit too close to the girlfriend he wasn't completely ready to give up on, and asked, “So when's Nebraska getting back from Nebraska?”
“In a few days,” Saoirse advised as she started to crawl on top of Nakano's shoulders. “How long can a tour of Weeping Water actually take?”
“Well, they better get back soon,” Fritz barked. “Senior year's about to begin, and it won't be the same without those two.”
And then Saoirse did a flawless backflip that was met with an enthusiastic round of applause. It was the perfect pool party, the perfect way to spend the last few days before the beginning of the new school year. Watching the action from outside, hidden behind some trees, Morgandy didn't agree. But it didn't matter what he thought, because he wasn't invited and, for the moment, he was outnumbered.
 
The number astounded Ronan. “Just how many churches does this town of yours have?”
“Two more than the number of bars,” Michael said, smiling over at Ronan from the driver's seat of their rented Chevy. “And when I say bar, I mean bar and not quaint little fifteenth-century pub.”
“Well, that makes sense then,” Ronan replied, extending his hand outside the car window and letting the wind flitter through his fingers. “Where there's sin, there has to be redemption.”
Slapping Ronan's leg, Michael teased, “Now don't you talk like a heathen.”
“I'm no heathen, love,” Ronan said, smiling devilishly. “I'm a vampire. Sin and redemption go with the territory.”
A light on the dashboard turned red. “Well, this here is mortal territory,” Michael said. “And we need to get some gas.”
Pulling up next to the pump, Michael never expected to see R.J.'s face peering down at him. But it was exactly where R.J. was supposed to be. In Michael's dreams R.J. had always been manning the gas station. Why should reality be any different?
“Mike?” R.J. said, surprised but delighted to see his familiar face.
“Hi, R.J.” Michael said. “How are you?”
If appearance meant anything, R.J. was just fine. His body was still lean and lanky, his long hair was still tucked behind his ears, and his face was still a golden bronze from spending so much time outside. Resting his arms on the window ledge, R.J. looked into the car and smiled. “I'm doin' all right,” he replied. “For a hot August day.”
“This is my boyfriend, Ronan,” Michael announced. After he spoke Michael wasn't embarrassed; he didn't feel his cheeks grow warm. He had simply told the truth, and it felt good. What made it even better was that there was no awkward pause. R.J. just reached into the car to shake Ronan's hand and introduce himself.
Squatting next to the car, R.J. lifted his faded cowboy hat with his index finger to reveal some sweat on his brow. One drop, two drops, three drops, four slithered slowly down the sides of R.J.'s chiseled face, and Michael remembered how he had loved to stare at the young man. Boy, did that seem like such a long time ago. He would have laughed out loud at the memory, but R.J. interrupted him. “You know there's this club over in Omaha, Buddy's Place it's called, I've, uh, gone there a couple of times,” he said, smiling just enough so Michael and Ronan would understand what type of club it was. “I think you two might like it. It's, um, filled with our kind of people.”
Well, what do you know? All this time Michael had been wrong. He had never been different, he had never been unnatural, there were others like him, closer than he had ever imagined. He just had to travel halfway around the world to learn not to be scared or ashamed of the person he was always meant to be. And travel halfway back to learn that he had never really been alone.
Driving out of the gas station, the gravel crunching under the tires, Michael didn't see R.J. smile with admiration and pride at the young couple. He just reached out to hold Ronan's hand, the hand that still felt like cool water over rock-hard stone. Staring ahead at the long road ahead of them, Michael was happy. He felt safe and confident. He knew as well as Ronan did that no matter what future obstacles came their way, no matter what hardships they would have to endure, as long as they had each other—and they both knew that they always would—they would never, ever have to be afraid.
Please turn the page for a special Q & A with Michael Griffo.
What's next for you as a writer?
First and foremost I'm thinking of some new characters and some new books to write. That's something that I'm constantly doing, even if I'm working on another project. Sometimes I get a vague idea; other times I get a character's name. Just the other day a girl's name came to me—Dominy Robin-eaux. So I've decided she'll be the heroine of my next book,
Moonglow
.
At the moment I'm preparing the syllabus for a playwriting class I hope to teach as an adjunct professor for the spring 2012 semester at a college in New Jersey. I've taught a few workshops and seminars in the past, but I've always wanted to teach my own writing class. I'm still awaiting the final word, but I'm optimistic that it'll happen.
In addition, I'm working on a new play after taking some time off to concentrate on novels, so that's exciting. To me, writing is writing, so I really enjoy jumping back and forth between genres. I'm looking forward to seeing how this play develops after working so exclusively in the world of fiction. It should be an interesting journey.
 
Do you think Michael and Ronan will live happily ever after?
Well ... happily ever after can spell doom for a couple in the world of fiction, so I'm not sure if I'd say that. However, I know that they will continue to learn from each other and enjoy and experience life as a couple. The reason for that is because I stand by the words I've written in the three books thus far as well as the relationship that has developed between Michael and Ronan, and I believe that no matter what danger they may face they will face it together. These two are a team in every sense of the word and regardless of what the future holds for them, that's how they'll remain. I think it's much more interesting—and challenging to me as a writer—to have them work together against evil than to see them separated by extraneous forces just to further the plot. To me that kind of storytelling is boring because in my heart I know that Michael and Ronan are destined to stay together. If the series does continue, rest assured that it'll be an exciting and adventurous tale, but one that they confront together.
 
Is David really dead?
Hmmm ... Yes, for the moment David is a member of the community of the dead. He is in Rhoswen's realm, and she, for the time being, is calling the shots. She's got her big brother back to read her stories for quite a long while. But (and I'm sure you knew a
but
was coming) David is a supernatural creature, and a very powerful one at that, so the normal definitions of life and death don't hold much weight where David's concerned. He sort of transcends those restrictions.
However, as we've learned, supernatural creatures aren't invulnerable, and they can be killed. I guess the real question to ask is, “How long will David stay dead?”
 
In terms of the storyline, were there things that caught you by surprise while you were writing? Were there plotlines or ideas that were unexpected developments?
 
There were actually many unexpected developments that arose during the course of writing these three books. As a writer, I'm rather organized, so I began each book with a very detailed outline, somewhere around fifty to sixty pages of specific plot points. So when I began writing I really didn't think that much would change from my outline or that I would be surprised by any major new ideas. Needless to say I was proven wrong on many occasions.
One of the first developments was the true history of Inishtrahull Island and Weeping Water, Nebraska. I chose those locations for specific reasons: I wanted Ronan to come from the northernmost point in Ireland, and I wanted Michael to come from the heartland of America. However, I had no idea that both locations were steeped in legends that had to do with water and bloody battles. These two seemingly random choices were perfect fits for the Archangel Academy series because water and blood are vital elements to the story. I'm not sure if it was luck or the storytelling gods pointing me in the right direction!
I also had no idea that the origin of the white roses was going to play such an important role in the overall story. When I first introduced this interesting, but minor plot point, I thought it was simply a bit of fun, just a nice addition to the Double A folklore. I truly had no idea that they would turn into the huge plot point they eventually became. It was a wonderful surprise to me and hopefully to you readers as well.
When I decided to have Phaedra leave in book two, I cried. Partially because it was so unexpected, but also because it made such perfect sense. Of course, I loved the character so much (especially her name! and I think you've figured out by now that I love really interesting and unique names) that I would have found a way to bring her back into book three even if it didn't make complete sense. Luckily for me (and you), her bonds to Fritz and Michael were still very strong, so it was totally fitting for her to return and play an important role in
Unafraid.
And finally, I think one of the biggest surprises was the character of Ruby. Originally I had her in one scene in
Unnatural
when her family comes to bring Penry's body back home. She was Penry's older sister and named Cecily. After I submitted the first draft and while I was plotting out
Unwelcome,
the idea hit me that Cecily was really Penry's twin sister and that her name needed to be Ruby because she was going to be possessed by Rhoswen's spirit and Rhoswen means white rose and Ruby is red like the color of blood. Make sense? I also toyed with the idea that Ruby and Penry were born as conjoined twins, but realized that would be a bit of a stretch because conjoined twins are always the same gender. I know the Archangel Academy series is all about the supernatural, but some things just won't fly!
 
Why do you like writing for a YA audience?
 
I actually never knew how much I loved writing for the young adult audience until I started. Then for the longest time I just felt an emotional connection to the work and the audience and never questioned it until someone asked me during a book signing and I was forced to articulate my feelings. For me, it's because the YA audience is fearless and without restrictions. They're willing to join a writer for the journey and go wherever the next page may lead without cynicism or preconceived notions, and that is really liberating for a writer. As long as I maintain the architecture and the mythology of the story and don't start changing defined elements halfway through the novel, the audience will accept pretty much anything that's thrown at them. For instance, I can't establish Nakano as a regular vampire and then have him walk in the sunlight in Weeping Water, which is something I actually did in the first draft! I was writing so quickly that during a scene in
Unnatural
I had Michael and Nakano go to Weeping Water for the funeral of Michael's grandmother, and the scene was during the day. Of course when I reread it I had to change it so they traveled at night and Nakano had to stay inside during the day.
The other great thing is that the YA audience is not at all shy about telling you how much they love or hate a character or a particular element of your story. I've gotten such incredible (and, thankfully, mostly wonderful) feedback from young readers. The YA audience is really quite a smart, well-read group, and I thoroughly enjoy writing for them.
 
What are your favorite books?
Too many to mention or remember, for that matter! However, my absolute favorite book of all time is
Jane Eyre
by Charlotte Brontë. It's a beautifully written and timeless story of one resilient child's ability to overcome terrible adversity. It's also a terrific melding of gothic, supernatural, and romance. I just love it.
The Picture of Dorian Gray
is another favorite of mine that I only read a few months before starting the outline for
Unnatural
. It clearly made a huge impact with me because I made the novel and the author, Oscar Wilde, himself such an integral part of Michael and Ronan's relationship.
Other favorites include John Knowles's
A Separate Peace,
one of the best YA novels of all time, and Alice Sebold's
The Lovely Bones,
which is not generally categorized as a YA novel but is a beautifully told story with a teenage protagonist. I guess I've always loved YA novels and didn't realize it. If my books can be mentioned in the same breath as these wonderful pieces of literature, I will be one very happy writer.

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