Under the Covers was lucky enough to get some time with Will Thorne, hero of Kristen Callihan’s latest release EVERNIGHT. Here’s what we were able to get out of him for your enjoyment.
Welcome to UTC, William! For those readers who have not met you yet, could you please introduce yourself?
Tell us one thing that you’re really, really good at.
Only one? How does one choose? I excel at tupping, killing, annoying Holly…So, again, I ask you, how does one choose?
What was your first thought when you saw Evernight for the very first time?
That she was an angel. Shortly thereafter, I revised my opinion to thinking her the devil. Of course now I know she is simply the most brilliant, opinionated, obstinate, lovely creature ever to walk this earth.
What would you say is your greatest strength? What is your greatest weakness?
Holly Evernight. Holly Evernight.
What would you say is your life’s motto?
Life is joy. Live for your joy. But if you cross me or my loved ones, expect me to end yours.
Is there a character from another series that you would like to meet? If so, who would it be and what would you do?
I’m not certain I understand the question, pet. What are these “characters” of which you speak? Or series? Are you referring to characters in a book or play? Such as that chap Hamlet? If had an opportunity to talk to that bloke, I’d ask why he dickered about, lamenting over his dead father and betraying mother instead of simply gutting his bastard of a uncle and being done with the thing.
Give us some dirty deets about your author. What is Kristen Callihan really like?
I’m sorry, pet, but are you quite well? I’m beginning to wonder if you might need a lie down or perhaps a cup of chocolate. I’ve never heard of this woman, nor can I comprehend why you call her my author. Now, I do have an inventor that I claim as my own. However I am the only one who gets to know the dirty “deets” about Holly.
Once the night comes . . .
Will Thorne is living a nightmare, his sanity slowly being drained away by a force he can’t control. His talents have made him the perfect assassin for hire. But as he loses his grip on reality, there is no calming him—until he finds his next target: the mysterious Holly Evernight.
Love must cast aside the shadows . . .
Holly cannot fathom who would put a contract on her life, yet the moment she touches Will, the connection between them is elemental, undeniable—and she’s the only one who can tame his bouts of madness. But other assassins are coming for Holly. Will must transform from killer to protector and find the man who wants Holly dead . . . or his only chance for redemption will be lost.
Scribbling away, she soon lost herself in her work, and a measure of warm calm stole over her. That is until Thorne’s voice snapped like a whip.
“Just look at yourself.” Thorne tossed his hand up in her general direction.
And here we go.
“I’m rather busy at the moment.” She made a correction in her calculations and moved on. “Nor do I have a mirror on hand.”
Thorne snorted in that scoffing way of his that never failed to annoy. “You’re closeted up like Christmas linen, only let out into the fresh air once yearly.”
“I receive fresh air more than once a year, thank you.” Holly tapped her pencil upon the draft board. Would the thrust be sufficient for the weight needed to maintain structural stability?
Leather squeaked as he sat forward, setting aside his book and bracing his hands upon his knees. “Responding with obstinate literal-mindedness will not work with me, Miss Evernight.”
“No?” She did not take her attention away from her plans. “And here I thought it might silence you.”
“Not your first miscalculation of the day.” He sounded far too smug.
Holly glanced up to glare at him properly, and he eyed the little flecks of rubber eraser covering her papers like black snow. Bothersome man. His grin grew, stretching past gleaming fangs.
“You do not allow yourself to live,” he said, serious once more, his brow furrowing. “Instead you hide away in your laboratory.”
“I do not hide, Mr. Thorne. One can locate me quite readily.” She teased now, not that he ever caught on.
As she expected, his jaw bunched as if he worked not to curse. Striations of silver flashed in his black eyes. “So help me,” he muttered, before going on in measured tones. “Life is out there.” He pointed to the windows with his thumb in a sharp, stabbing motion. “Not in here.”
A broad sigh left Holly. Carefully, she set down her pencil. “What do you believe the purpose of life is, Mr. Thorne?”
Thorne flinched, his knife-blade features tightening. “What do you mean? Are you asking if I’ve discovered the secret of life or some other nonsense?”
“It isn’t nonsense. One ought to consider how one fits into the grand scheme of things, what his or her role shall be in this play called life.” She allowed a small smile as his scowl grew. “Especially an immortal such as yourself, Mr. Thorne. For you’ll be a player in it long after most of us are dust.”
Oh, but he truly did not like that. His lip curled in a sneer. “State your point, Miss Evernight.”
“What is this “life” you are so keen on me seeing outside of these walls? Is it the sky? The sun? The river? People going about their daily business? What?”
“All if it,” he snapped, his fist curling tight against his thigh.
“You still have not answered my original question. What do you think we are here to do?”
“Bloody hell, woman.”
“Come now, Mr. Thorne. We are here to create.”
He laughed shortly. “You really are a literal creature, aren’t you?” His brow was quirked, his expression cool and still vaguely annoyed.
She resisted a smile once more. “To create, in whatever form or manner we choose, to use our minds, bodies, whatever talents we’ve been given to create something, be it of beauty or practicality. That is the point of life. Anything else is simply a waste of time and opportunity.”
She pointed to her drafting table. “Here is where I create. Here is where I am truly alive, using my mind and my body to build things. You have no notion of what life means. You, who find it preferable to sit in idleness, playing cards, drinking, and tupping.”
Thorne shot to his feet, his eyes blazing, but he didn’t say a word; she didn’t let him get that far.
“And what do you create?” she pressed on. “How do you express yourself, your soul, to the world? By killing?” She wasn’t being fair; she knew it. But he’d poked and prodded at her feelings, and she’d borne it. Perhaps he’d like to see how it felt.
Needle sharp fangs grew long in his mouth.
“Have you no answer?” she persisted, both hating herself and wanting to know.
“You assume your life has more meaning because you have a talent for creation that I do not?” he ground out.
“Not more meaning, but more satisfaction.”
He laughed, a cold, brittle sound. “You are either a pretty, little liar or completely deluded. Fear has kept you in this house, going on a year!” In an instant, he was in front of her, his hands on either side of the desk, trapping her against it. His glossy, white hair swung forward around his shoulders as he leaned in, going almost nose-to-nose with her. “That isn’t living, darling. That is dying. By degrees.”
“I was not finished,” he bit out, his gaze holding hers, gleaming platinum taking over his irises. “Life is not merely about creating through work. There is joy. Call it the creation of joy, if it pleases you. But joy, love, laughter, they mean something too.”
Holly stifled a yelp when he lashed out, gabbing a fist-full of her hair. He held on firmly at the base of her neck as his eyes roved over her face. “And you, my perfect Miss Evernight, do not know shit about any of those things.”
He released her so abruptly that Holly wobbled on her stool, her sudden freedom dizzying her. Already he was halfway across the room, striding for the door.
“We are going out at midnight.” He did not bother to turn around. “I’ve arrangements to make, but I expect you to comply or I will come and collect you. Bodily.”
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