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So there's a mobi site (ie a WL World site for your mobile devices).  You can text to get the link to get there . . . but right now that link has a typo, so you won't get there.  Since I know the mobi i is REALLY at http://melissamarr.mobi/  I thought I'd share.

On it, there are various things, including an excerpt from RADIANT SHADOWS.  This is the excerpt from which the title of the book was plucked.

As Ani slid through the outstretched arms and gyrating hips, she saw him: a faery stood on the periphery of the crowd, just close enough that she could tell that he was someone altogether new. Solitaries passed through Huntsdale regularly. Having several regents in one place was an anomaly, and faeries were ever intrigued by anomalies.

The faery on the edge of the crowd was oblivious to the appraising looks he was getting, but he would've stood out even if they were at a faery club like the Rath and Ruins. His hair was so pale that it looked white, and Ani suspected that the shimmers of color weren't just the reflection of the club lights but a little bit of his true appearance. He was eye candy. And he's staring at me.

She stopped moving and asked, “Are you coming over or just looking?”

No one around her would hear her asking, but the eye candy in question was a faery. He heard her and answered, “I really don't think that's wise.” Ani laughed. “Who cares?”

Like many faeries she knew, he was sculpture-perfect, but instead of being wrought of shadows like those in her court, this faery had a tangled feel to him. Shadow and radiance. He didn't look much older than her, until she saw the arrogance in his posture. Then, he reminded her of Irial, of Bananach, of Keenan, of the faeries who walked through courts and crowds confident that they could slaughter everyone in the room. Like chaos in a glass cage.

“Come dance.” She turned her back then and let herself be swept into the crowd. Hands and emotions were all around her; it was like drowning in euphoria and need.

And he's watching.

She glanced toward the shadows where he stood. He hadn't moved. So she held his gaze while she danced, not for the mortals in the room, not for the feelings that every brush of skin brought to the surface.

“Come dance with me,” she whispered. 

 

So . . . also? I finished writing DARKEST MERCY (aka WL #5). It obviously still has to go thru revision, copyedit, galleys, etc. . . but I wrote the end of the series. 

Q: So who's the last book about?
A: Everyone :) It's the conclusion to the series. . . so it's abt the people/faeries you met in the first 4 books. 

Q: No, but who's is ABOUT? Who's telling the story?
See answer above.

Q : Will ____ be in it?
Probably. . . unless s/he dies in the 4th book . . . no, maybe even then . . . or not.   So what I'm trying to say is that I totally enjoy your letters, but I am trying REALLLLLLY hard not to spoiler (which is odd for me bc I read endings first but I fear The Mighty Wrath of Editor & Co so I can't say anything right now).

Q: Casting? I want to be in the film. 
Again, when I have info I tweet & I blog. If there is anything like any extras casting calls, I'll post it.  As of right now, there isn't. . . but we DO have a script (an awesome script--which I've read & squeeeeeed over).  So progress continues.

Q: "Dear Melissa if you're evenreading this . . .."
Yes, I am. I read everything. I read every reply on the blog, PM thru boards, @reply on Twitter or FB or Myspace. I read Goodreads comments, DeviantArt notes, letters in my postbox.  Donna fwd-s me email.  I read it ALL. I hear you when you say things to me :)

More data when I know it . . .