Perdition isn’t for pussies.

My heroine is a sex-addicted celebutante. She does drugs. She has more money than she knows what to do with. She lashes out at people with real violence. Does she even have morals? We don't know.

One hero is a sadist who lets his woman fuck around because *it doesn't bother him,* and the other just might break a sacred trust to pursue this worthless, wanton heiress.

The structure is all over the motherfucking place. We're here, we're there, it's now, it's the past. We're stuck in a mental institution. We hear about the outside world, but never see it. The demon in USE isn't even part of the present day narrative. She's part of another story entirely.

The covers don't have white people almost kissing. No hot abs. No skin at all. They're paintings of trees. Right? Did you hear me? TREES.

And no one, not one of you has said “Christine, you jumped the shark with this one.” I've never heard, “You really should go mainstream.”

You goddesses are not only sticking by me, but supporting me.

I'm so very lucky to have you all. Thank you. I can't tell you how much I appreciate it. And if you came here directly from Perdition, thank you especially, and welcome.