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Through the Veil by Shiloh WalkerShiloh: Okay, so after doing uh… I think four guest blogs, a Dear Reader letter, and I dunno how many other things trying to promote Through the Veil, I’ve run out of ideas on what to talk about.

Then I had a brilliant idea slightly different idea-instead of talking about the book, or letting people ask me about the book… I’d let people talk to one of the characters in the book.

Kalen Brenner

He’s a soldier forced to lead an army in a war they can’t possibly win. Their one hope lies with a woman who doesn’t even know he exists.

If he can’t get through to her, he doesn’t have a chance in hell of winning this war.

Getting through to her turns out to be the easy part. Keeping her alive is going to be a little harder.

So there’s Kalen in a nutshell. But I came up with some questions—

Kalen: The hell you did. You went and cheated. Can’t even think of a damn question to ask me?

Shiloh: (Long suffering sigh.) Fine. I didn’t come up with the questions-I asked some people who’d read the book already.

Kalen: I don’t see why you want to ask me questions anyway. You created me. Don’t you already know what’s in my head?

Shiloh: (narrowing eyes and tapping foot) You know, considering that I created you, you could show me a little more respect than this. You run roughshod over what I want to do with the book—

Kalen: (smirking) Well, it is MY story.

Shiloh: (quietly) Jerk.

Kalen: Laughter

Shiloh: Can we get on with this?

Kalen: I’m all ears, madam.

Shiloh: Okay, easy questions first…boxers or briefs?

Kalen: (grins) I could tell you. But then Lee would kill you. Then me.

Shiloh: (Rolling eyes) I know the answer to that, anyway. He goes commando but that’s because he’s usually in too big a hurry to mess with anything not utterly necessary.

Kalen: If you already knew the answer—

Shiloh: Can we get on with this? Okay, so tell me, do you remember much of life before the war?

The smile on his face dies. He looks sad, tired as he sits up straighter and rubs his hands over his face. I’m almost sorry I asked.

Kalen: No. Not usually. There was a time when I was a kid when things weren’t always life or death. When I could just think and it would activate the thought-sense trigger on the prep-unit and I had a snack ready in a few seconds. I can remember Mom singing to me-her dancing with Dad. But then the raids came more often. He died. And…

(Kalen closes his eyes)

And everything just collapsed. He died and it was like it all went straight to hell. Maybe things had already been hell and he just kept me from seeing it. I don’t know.

Shiloh: I’m sorry.

Kalen: Me, too.

Shiloh: About Lee-when did you know she wasn’t…well…normal?

Kalen: (manages a wry smile) I don’t know if I know what normal is. But I knew there was something weird about her from day one. She was just a kid—appeared out of nowhere. Saved my life. Then she was gone.

Shiloh: Once you figured it out, did you ever think about leaving your world, trying to get through the veil and join her in her world?

Kalen: (those eyes of his flash like lightning-burning hot) This is her world. But go there? Someplace safe? Someplace where things seem a little less dangerous? (he shrugs) No. For one, I couldn’t. I don’t have that ability. For another—I’m needed here. I couldn’t leave these people.

(he leans forward, his black hair falling over one shoulder, a bitter smile curling his lips) I know what you want to ask. And it doesn’t matter that staying here means I would end up dead. That’s changed now, but even if it hadn’t, it wouldn’t change things. I love Lee—she’s my life. But what kind of man would I be if I walked away from people who need me? People who are willing to die to protect their world? If I walk away from them—I don’t deserve them. I wouldn’t deserve her.

Shiloh: (smiling—somehow, I knew he’d answer like that) I’ve had a couple of questions about Morne. Don’t suppose you want to tell us anything…?

Kalen: (scowling) Exactly what should I tell you? He knows how to handle himself in battle. He’s handy to have around when people have their heads busted or a bone smashed.

(Then he smirks) He sure is pretty, though. Or at least the women think so.

Shiloh: Ever so tired of everything that you just want to chuck it all and just stay in bed?

Kalen: Almost every day.

Shiloh: When did you lose your innocence?

Kalen: (he starts to laugh)

Shiloh: (narrowing eyes, trying not to blush) Wrong innocence, pal. And I know the answer to that one…give me a hard time here and I’ll let Lee know the answer, too.

Kalen: (makes attempt to hide his smirk with his hand) Hey, don’t blame me. You’re the one who asked.

Shiloh: Men! Come on, Kalen. I’m talking about the war. When did your innocence die?

Kalen: When my dad died. (Shrugs) You lose a parent, it kills something inside you. Mom died not too long after—Raviners got her. I saw it. There is no innocence after you see that.

Shiloh: I’m bringing up bad memories.

Kalen: The memories are there, no matter what. Not asking doesn’t change it. Besides… (he starts to smile and it’s the first real smile I’ve seen from him today) now I’ve got a chance to make some of my own memories—ones that don’t involve strategy, planning, stockpiling food or defending the front line. I’ve got a chance at a life now.

Do you have a question for Kalen or Shiloh? Now is your chance to ask!

Thanks to the following folks for helping put Kalen in the hot seat

Jordan Summers
Lora Leigh
Anne
Jambrea

Shiloh is holding a scavenger hunt and you can find the info here. She’s offering up some great prizes:

  • One $50 GC to Barnes & Noble
  • One $15 GC to Barnes & Noble
  • One $10 GC to Mybookstoreandmore.com

And we will have another nifty contest on Friday @ TGTBTU. Comments in this thread will be entered (put noenter@gmail.com if you don’t want to be). And don’t forget to read ShannonC’s review of Through the Veil here.