There is a real magic in the author/reader relationship.
I was recently on a camping trip (grandfather’s cabin) where for one reason or another six copies of my books (3 each of Conception and Battle…) had been left on the front seat of my car.
Imagine my shock to walk in that evening and discover all six copies dispersed in the living area being avidly read by some of the campers.
Not everyone knew everyone there (it was a big trip) and they didn’t realize I had written them.
It is an indescribable feeling to see someone else engrossed in something that came through you. To see them love and hate and live through the children of your imagination.
To quote the late, Freddie Mercury, “It’s a kind of magic…”