Infected: Prey & Infected: Bloodlines relaunch today!
What is there to say? The Infected series has been a part of my life for longer than the books have been published, and it’s a place I like to be. It’s like our own universe, except not quite. Things are a little different. Namely, there’s a cat virus, but also, on a very minor level, I’ve altered Seattle’s geography a little. (There are some streets that don’t exist in actual Seattle, and some genuinely existing streets that lead to other places – this is called the whims of an author with a very bad sense of direction, who just likes to monkey around with things.) But the big thing about this universe is probably our star himself, the curmudgeonly, stubborn, snarky Roan McKichan. He’s one of those characters that a writer doesn’t create so much as meet. He shows up full formed, and you can never tell him to do a damn thing. He’s going to do what he wants to do, and that’s that.
I’ve found some surprising benefits to being able to slip into Roan’s mindset. For instance, when my migraines are bad, I find being in Roan’s head weirdly comforting. He is the type to put down his head and just move forward, no matter how hard a slog it is. If he can’t walk he’ll crawl, and he’ll crawl until he passes out or drops dead, whatever comes first. This is an extremely annoying trait in a roommate, but there is something to be said for that kind of tenacity. (Although this is probably why I feel such sympathy for Roan’s husbands. They must be saints.)
Now this may seem like patting myself on the back, but it really isn’t, because I feel weird taking any credit for creating him. He’s the kind of character who feels like he created himself, and he’s far from the only one iin this series. (Holden wants it on record no one created him, thank you very much.)
So on this day of relauch, I’d like to take my hat off to Roan, a character I was very lucky to stumble into. It’s been great sharing head space with him, and I can’t see him going away anytime soon. After all, a guy this stubborn never leaves, no matter what you try to do. (See? This is why I feel bad for his husbands. It must be like arguing with a brick wall.)