I Felt Bad Doing It, But...

I felt bad doing it, but he had to go. I killed a character this morning while eating a bowl of Frosted Flakes prior to heading off to work. He'd served his purpose. I really didn't expect him to be back in this sequel, but there he was working as a spy, dealing with some very dangerous persons. And he got himself killed while sitting shirtless at the kitchen table having his injuries treated after appearing to make a report in Romney and Ivy's home. He'd rescued the white rook earlier, leaving it in their yard.

This sequel is darker and more difficult to write because so many bad things are happening to the people we met in the first book, Black King Takes White Queen. Romney and Ivy are dealing with Ivy's sister Holly this time. She's come back from Wales with a truly evil black warlock husband and they want the same treasure hoard that Rayna wanted in the first book and will stop at nothing to get it. They've murdered a relative right in front of Ivy and her little boy, then kidnapped Ivy and Ezra. Ivy managed to get away but not before she'd suffered quite an ordeal. Romney is struggling with a powerful rage that threatens to destroy his marriage and the unity between black and white magic arts practitioners he and Ivy worked so hard to establish. They're both suffering. They both want their little boy back before he can be corrupted by Trowbridge and Holly.

I still have mixed feelings about knocking him off, but there must have been a reason...it just hasn't been revealed to me yet. That's how it is with my elusive muse.