Bio: When asked to describe herself, Karen Fainges says teacher, wife, mother and writer, though not necessarily in that order.
The Shaytonian chronicles were born one day as a story to keep her cousin and sister from being bored. The spark grew through many retellings, some in short stories, some in role-play. All those years of games, tears and laughter are distilled into a much more adult version than that long ago tale.
Still, the childlike wonder of life, the fierce need for acceptance that we all can feel and the belief that the universe really does revolve around us; all comes through in this irreverent stab at all those old B movies. What if out there, there really was a race of beautiful slave looking for a male with whom to rebuild the species?
And what if he said, "Sure, why not?"
Lightning sears a scene against the eye. Trapped between reality and death, every scrap of life is fighting for existence. To stop fighting is to die. Some precious moments of peace can be stolen from small pockets of calm. Life can take a breath and wonder at the harsh beauty. But only for a moment, then struggle resumes. And others watch. The Shayton Chronicles begins in Destiny Sets, the story of one man. He is that drop of chaos that can spell success or failure. Born from a vampiric race of... more info>>
The Shaytonian chronicles continues around the Circle. Talkar. Is he the tool of the Council or the fangs at their throats? Shaytonians will use anything and anyone to succeed. So why does it always seem to fall on him? And what of the Enemy? "She is the start of the Circle, you are the end." That did it, Talkar exploded out of his chair and began to pace. "Great. Now I know I am in trouble. When a woman starts to quote mysterious phrases I am going to end up trying to save the world--again. And... more info>>
Gathered forces from centuries of plots were focussed in one body, Tamal's, and sent into the universe to close the Circle. So what now? What of all those left through time and space? Both sides left debris behind and this may have been a mistake. The fight begins again.