Laurie: Indeed, they do. As a reader, I relish those moments when an author truly surprises me in a way that makes complete sense in the story but blindsides me, never-the-less.
Of the books you have written so far, which one is your favorite?
Donald: Paradox. I always have all the characters of a book living in my head while I write. This was one of the most brutal and rewarding examples of what happens when you allow so many people in your brain for 8 months at a time.
Laurie: Please share your favorite short excerpt from Paradox.
Donald: I would like to share this excerpt with your readers. It’s from chapter 7.
“Hey!” he shouted. “I’m talking to you! What are you, deaf?”
The silhouette still remained silent and still.
“Say something!” he warned. “What’s the matter with you?”
Then, he gasped. In this insufficient light, it was suddenly obvious that the shadow-man was holding a gun.
With a new sense of fear, he took a step backward. “Hey,” he said. “What is this? What’s your problem, pal?”
The shadow-man took a step toward him.
He began to tremble as the shadow-man pointed the gun squarely at the middle of his chest.
“Come on!” he coaxed nervously. “Joke’s over! Cut it out! Who are you? Are you that guy Lindsay keeps talking about? What’s his name? Danny Stark?”
There was a silencer on the gun. It hardly made a sound as the silhouette fired two shots. His target stumbled back against the brick wall as the bullets sunk deep into the ribs near his heart.
Even from his vulnerable position, he still couldn’t see a face in that silhouette as it stood over him. He looked up from the puddle. The one light from the building next door made it look as if the silhouette had a halo.
There was no face. But there was a halo.
The damp drizzle kept everything in a haze. And as he looked up from the puddle, something else made him gasp. He didn’t know if it was the haze, the blood or the pain.
Maybe it was the alcohol.
But somehow, it appeared as though horns had grown out of the silhouette’s head! Just like the Devil! It sent a cold chill up his spine.
“Oh my God!” he cried. “Who are you? The Devil? Satan? Lucifer?”
The shadow-man still said nothing. He just aimed the gun right at his target’s face.
“No, Lucifer! Please!” he begged. “Don’t kill me, Satan! Please! I don’t want to die! Please! Spare me, Lucifer! Please spare my life!”
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Laurie: I am so glad you picked that for the excerpt! Without giving away too much, I will say that I certainly didn’t feel much compassion or remorse for the victim this time. Shadow-man did a good deed there when he took out that trash.
Are you currently working on a new book?
Meanwhile, How can your fans contact you? (Maybe if we pester you enough those 100 characters living in your head will seem peaceful, by comparison, and you will pick up the pen!). Just joking – I’m greedy and envious.
Laurie: Is there anything else you would like to mention today that I should have brought up and didn’t?
Donald: No, I think you covered most of the important stuff. I just might reiterate that I enjoy exploring all aspects of the human condition: fear, terror, love, violence….anything that is a true part of the human experience.
As I mentioned in the interview, I had the pleasure of reading Paradox a couple of months ago. Below is my review.