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Priceless
20-02-18, 12:31 PM
Simon & Schuster’s teen division, Simon Pulse, will publish a new spinoff series of Buffy the Vampire Slayer books that will be written by New York Times bestselling author Kiersten White. The series, which will be published in the fall of 2018, will be titled Slayer and will feature a brand new slayer from the group of potentials that Willow used her Wicca skills to awaken in the show’s final episode.


Is anyone going to read the first one? I've heard White of a podcast recently say the potential she's writing about is not Kennedy, incase that helps people decide :lol: These novels will also be comic-compliant, which I am very happy about

Stoney
20-02-18, 05:16 PM
When these were announced in an Entertainment Weekly article last year I stuck a thread up (here (http://www.buffyforums.net/forums/showthread.php?20457-New-spin-off-series-Slayer&highlight=kiersten+white)). It is supposed to fit in with the canon comics but there wasn't any note of them being canonised themselves (no official approval/Joss' name being connected to them etc). So I'll keep an eye on them. If they were canon I'd just get them automatically but I'll only buy these if they are raved about. I think they have good potential (no pun intended). :)

KingofCretins
20-02-18, 07:54 PM
Canon or otherwise, I have no interest whatsoever unless their general world-setting is pre-Harmony Season 8. That was when Season 8 actually had a compelling story setting, once vampires in public it goes straight to hell in terms of world-building IMO, and S9-10-11 are right out.

Stoney
20-02-18, 09:04 PM
At the time the original article came out a Whedonesque poster asked the author on Twitter if it would be set in the canon S8-S11 comics and was told yes. So I don't think it will go off on a tangent from an earlier point but is intended to be fully canon compliant. I mean they aren't going to do anything to contradict/disrupt canon because they are hoping to get the existing readership to accept it despite it not being official canon. It'll no doubt try to just rub alongside and be set in the same universe but focus on the characters of its own. If it gets rave reviews I'll definitely give it a go but I spend enough on the canon issues that I won't bother if it isn't rated. I still resent buying Into the Light after being told that it was canon compliant and it just wasn't, didn't have Joss name to it and was unbelievably badly written.

I don't like the vamps in public aspect either. It was the worst thing the comics did imo. I never liked Harmony as this vamp celeb that has managed to smooth the waters (although her 'status' is very reflective of some of the vacuous celebs we seem to be inundated with these days). But it is what we've got. If they do go for a S12 it will be interesting to see how much they try to reset the situation, as S11 deliberately raised some barriers again and ended with them saying vamps had gone back more to the shadows. Obviously they aren't erasing knowledge fully, but there could start to be more of the selective ignorance the show had always supported.

KingofCretins
20-02-18, 09:08 PM
Can set any number of good, canon-compliant novels in the early days of Buffy's organization as or before the Twilight threat emerged.

Stoney
20-02-18, 09:12 PM
Sure, I suppose it could be contained within an earlier timeframe, but I suspect they are wanting to keep the door open to expand them as long as they want and not have to worry about trying to cap it.

I've still not written on the third of the canon high school books they've produced as I wanted to reread it (and I still haven't unpacked them since we moved last Sep!!). I was really disappointed in it compared to the first two and wondered if their desire to keep them falling in between the eps and not (theoretically) disturbing any canon was perhaps making it too light/boring, just predictable already. You'd hope that new characters in a new setting that these books can provide won't fall to any problems like that because they are just in the same 'world' rather than slotting in between issues. If they keep it vague it should work. But I doubt very much that they will limit it to pre-public awareness.

Priceless
20-02-18, 11:21 PM
I want to hear what others think before I read this. I love Buffy and the characters I've known over 11 seasons and I don't know if I can become quickly attached to a new slayer and her story. I imagine she'll have a boyfriend and a couple of best friends and I don't know how compelling they'll be. Plus White writes YA, and I am very old so I'm not sure if her style will be my thing

Priceless
29-05-18, 06:40 PM
Bit of a twitter update on Slayer, a new book about another slayer, out early 2019. I'm glad it follows comic continuity . . . up to season 11 one would assume

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Questions about SLAYER:
•Yes, it follows series continuity (including graphic novels).
•No, you don’t have to watch Buffy to enjoy it, but gosh you should.
•Starring a new Slayer with a surprising connection to our girl Buffy.
•Author is aware she is the absolute luckiest.

a thing of evil
29-05-18, 07:10 PM
I'm glad it follows comic continuity . . . up to season 11 one would assume

I don't think that's the case. Check out the blurb from this (https://www.melleragency.com/uploaded/documents/melleragency-childrens-ya-highlights-bologna2018.pdf) pamphlet:


From New York Times bestselling author Kiersten White comes a brand-new series set in the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that introduces a new Slayer as she grapples with the responsibility of managing her incredible powers that she’s just beginning to understand.

Nina is used to living life on the sidelines. Ever since a mysterious house fire left her lungs severely damaged, she’s been much better suited to watching than joining. Which is okay, since she grew up on the grounds of the Watcher’s Academy, a boarding school where teens train as guides for Slayers — girls gifted with supernatural strength to fight the forces of darkness. Vampires, demons, gods? Everyday stuff for the child of two Watchers. Life is normal. Until the morning Nina wakes up changed forever.

Thanks to Buffy, the famous (and infamous) Slayer that Nina’s father died protecting, Nina is now the newest Slayer. The Chosen One. And thanks to the destruction of magic, Nina is the last Slayer ever. Period. Reveling in her newfound power, Nina hones her skills under a new Watcher-in-training, Leo. And when bodies begin turning up, she and her friends investigate their deaths. The victims all have one thing in common: they reached out to the Watchers right before someone — or something — killed them. No one on the inside can be trusted, and Nina’s afraid someone she loves might be next.

It's either post season 8 alternate universe that ignores seasons 9-11 (You hear that, @MikeB?) or it's post season 12/future whatever alternate universe. Either way, it's not canon.

Priceless
29-05-18, 07:49 PM
Thanks for this . . . I think I'll just get myself onto twitter and ask the questions that need to be asked :lol:

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I asked if it was set post S12 and Keirsten White replied that it was set post Season 8

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It doesn't have to be an alternative universe, it could just be set between 8 and 9

MikeB
29-05-18, 10:55 PM
All said regarding writers, producers, actors, directors, viewers, readers, etc. are what I remember, my opinions, etc.


* There are many who still haven't read:

The Origin

Fray

Tales of the Vampires

Tales of the Slayers

Read these first.

Then read the still possibly canon:

Ring of Fire

Long Night's Journey

Spike & Dru : "Paint the Town Red"


If one likes After the Fall , read Spike: Asylum and Spike: Shadow Puppets


These are not canon but still can 'fit' with canon:

Spike vs. Dracula

Pretty Maids All in a Row


I'm not sure if they were ever labelled canon, but maybe also read Amber Benson's Willow comics.

Given A&F S9, the Faith novel is unlikely to ever be possibly canon.

Heck, it's probably better to simply read the pre-BtVS S8 BtVS and AtS comics than read novels made nowadays.

KingofCretins
30-05-18, 05:37 AM
Obviously there's some missing data here. On its face, the only way that this book can be set anywhere between "Chosen" and the end of the upcoming mini-series and this Nina think of herself as the "last" Slayer, is if we are getting a story in which the character is fundamentally ignorant of her own existential place in all this. There is no point in that span in which there aren't still hundreds (likely) of Slayers, including Buffy. About the only point at which it sounds plausible, even, would be immediately after "Chosen" and the spell, when the unfolding collapse of the CoW's infrastructure left her with no way to immediately learn anything other than that she was THE Slayer, because that's all there ever is, and presume that the other Potentials were all gone. But there's only so far a story like that can go without her learning better. Nothing about putting it between 8 and 9 would help, since the world in that period is still littered with Slayers.

Stoney
30-05-18, 09:28 AM
Yeah, my interest in this dropped significantly after reading that blurb. As King says, the premise doesn't hold up and its frustrating for the writer to be claiming it fits to the comic continuation when it sounds like she hasn't really bothered to even read them all. I get really irritable by claims of fitting to the official story to try and improve your sales when zero effort goes into making it in fact work. At least this time DH haven't been involved in producing the damn thing. There might be something missing in how this is being represented, it could be a temporary misunderstanding on the character's part that is identified and resolved in the story, but if that is literally the ongoing basis of the book it's a nonsense and really doesn't work alongside canon.

KingofCretins
30-05-18, 12:03 PM
Yeah, my interest in this dropped significantly after reading that blurb. As King says, the premise doesn't hold up and its frustrating for the writer to be claiming it fits to the comic continuation when it sounds like she hasn't really bothered to even read them all. I get really irritable by claims of fitting to the official story to try and improve your sales when zero effort goes into making it in fact work. At least this time DH haven't been involved in producing the damn thing. There might be something missing in how this is being represented, it could be a temporary misunderstanding on the character's part that is identified and resolved in the story, but if that is literally the ongoing basis of the book it's a nonsense and really doesn't work alongside canon.

Well, in fairness to the author, we've had stories in which the main characters are ignorant of canonical facts central to the mythology for no readily apparent reason -- see everybody in Season 7 believing that Buffy's death could call a new Slayer despite long-standing and uncontroverted Word of the Author that no, it couldn't, and there being no actual payoff or point to them being wrong about it. So I suppose we could totally get a novel -- a novel -- out of a Slayer who thinks she's the one and only but isn't, with the end of book reveal being her recruitment into the org?

Priceless
30-05-18, 03:40 PM
I don't think Nina thinks she's the one and only, but the last. When The Seed of Wonder was destroyed, no more slayers were to be called, so Slayer is comic compliant up to when Willow returns with a new Seed. What am I missing here?

betta
30-05-18, 03:53 PM
And if it is set post S8, but actually is a continuation of S12? I mean, that whole "several timelines" route the Buffyverse could follow? So we have a different ending to S8, and the only Slayer who survived (The Chosen One) is Nina.

And a "a surprising connection to our girl Buffy"? Is it because Nina's father died protecting her, or something else? Is Nina some Gile's missing daughter?

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I don't think Nina thinks she's the one and only, but the last. When The Seed of Wonder was destroyed, no more slayers were to be called, so Slayer is comic compliant up to when Willow returns with a new Seed. What am I missing here?

It's more likely, but why she is being called The Chosen One?

Priceless
30-05-18, 04:18 PM
It's more likely, but why she is being called The Chosen One?


If White is to be believed and Slayer will be comic compliant, then I think The Chosen One is being used because it's a link to Buffy, a publicity device, as it's the most famous phrase about the Slayer maybe.


And if it is set post S8, but actually is a continuation of S12? I mean, that whole "several timelines" route the Buffyverse could follow? So we have a different ending to S8, and the only Slayer who survived (The Chosen One) is Nina.


This could also be the case, and White knows there will be separate timelines in Season 12 that perhaps branch off as the end of Season 8. Maybe she's been told not to say anything about S12?


And a "a surprising connection to our girl Buffy"? Is it because Nina's father died protecting her, or something else? Is Nina some Gile's missing daughter?


I'd like to know how Nina's father died protecting Buffy. He was a Watcher, so maybe he died when the Watcher's Council blew up in Season 7? Maybe Nina is Lydia's daughter? :)

I think I am going to read this book. White seems a pretty popular YA writer, though I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to YA books, because they all seem to follow the same pattern. It also puts me off that Nina has a new watcher called Leo (put money on him being one of her love interests) I just hope he isn't written like a young Giles :(

betta
30-05-18, 04:43 PM
This could also be the case, and White knows there will be separate timelines in Season 12 that perhaps branch off as the end of Season 8. Maybe she's been told not to say anything about S12?

Her lips are sealed!


I'd like to know how Nina's father died protecting Buffy. He was a Watcher, so maybe he died when the Watcher's Council blew up in Season 7? Maybe Nina is Lydia's daughter? :)

Nina grew up on the grounds of the Watcher’s Academy; she could have been sent there by his father... who could be Giles... who died trying to protect Buffy... ;)


I think I am going to read this book. White seems a pretty popular YA writer, though I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to YA books, because they all seem to follow the same pattern. It also puts me off that Nina has a new watcher called Leo (put money on him being one of her love interests) I just hope he isn't written like a young Giles :(

I presume that YA stands for "young adults"?

TriBel
30-05-18, 05:08 PM
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I'd like to know how Nina's father died protecting Buffy. He was a Watcher, so maybe he died when the Watcher's Council blew up in Season 7? Maybe Nina is Lydia's daughter?

Lydia - Lydia is a Biblical given name: Lydia of Thyatira, businesswoman in the city of Thyatira and deaconess in the New Testament's Acts of the Apostles. She was the apostle Paul's first convert in Philippi and thus the first convert to Christianity in Europe.

Nina - Nina is a feminine name with unclear etymology. It probably comes from the name Ninos, worn by the mythical founder Nineveh and the Assyrian empire. Patron of this name, Saint. Nina (Nino), also known as Christian "Christian", brought Christianity to Georgia.

Just sayin'... seems a tad coincidental. :s

Betta


I presume that YA stands for "young adults"? Yes. :)

Stoney
30-05-18, 05:26 PM
I don't think Nina thinks she's the one and only, but the last. When The Seed of Wonder was destroyed, no more slayers were to be called, so Slayer is comic compliant up to when Willow returns with a new Seed. What am I missing here?

Perhaps I'm confusing things, but why wouldn't she already be a slayer as someone who was empowered alongside all the other slayers? I can't see how she could be 'the last', suddenly called separately but not before with the others. It could be explained in the text of course, but surely all potentials have already been made slayers and that wasn't dependent on when the seed was destroyed.

And yes, she could also be making an incorrect assumption that is revealed. I'm still going to read the reviews on it and will consider getting it if it gets really positive responses. But I'm not just going to buy something that isn't canon without hearing that it is worth it.

EDIT: I assumed the link was going to be with Merrick. :noidea:

Priceless
30-05-18, 06:18 PM
Perhaps I'm confusing things, but why wouldn't she already be a slayer as someone who was empowered alongside all the other slayers? I can't see how she could be 'the last', suddenly called separately but not before with the others. It could be explained in the text of course, but surely all potentials have already been made slayers and that wasn't dependent on when the seed was destroyed.

And yes, she could also be making an incorrect assumption that is revealed. I'm still going to read the reviews on it and will consider getting it if it gets really positive responses. But I'm not just going to buy something that isn't canon without hearing that it is worth it.

EDIT: I assumed the link was going to be with Merrick. :noidea:

Ahh, I see what you mean :) Yes that could be an issue. I'm going to have to read the book to see how White get's over that.

I was thinking that yes, all the girls that could be slayers were made slayers at the end of Chosen. But after that, girls are being called as slayers all the time, or that's how I read it. In the comics we see Andrew (and I think Rona and perhaps Vi) continue searching for girls who are called long after the spell in Chosen. So I'm thinking that perhaps girls prior to the age of 13 don't get made slayers until they hit 13. Does that make sense? So they are technically potentials prior to that, but at 13 (just my choice of age, no proof in text that this age means anything) they become Slayers. So new slayers are being called all the time, right up to Season 8 when Buffy smashes the Seed of Wonder. Though how Nina knows she'll be the last, I do not know :noidea:


EDIT: I assumed the link was going to be with Merrick

So Merrick would be Nina's dad?

Stoney
30-05-18, 08:19 PM
Ahh, I see what you mean :) Yes that could be an issue. I'm going to have to read the book to see how White get's over that.

I was thinking that yes, all the girls that could be slayers were made slayers at the end of Chosen. But after that, girls are being called as slayers all the time, or that's how I read it. In the comics we see Andrew (and I think Rona and perhaps Vi) continue searching for girls who are called long after the spell in Chosen. So I'm thinking that perhaps girls prior to the age of 13 don't get made slayers until they hit 13. Does that make sense? So they are technically potentials prior to that, but at 13 (just my choice of age, no proof in text that this age means anything) they become Slayers. So new slayers are being called all the time, right up to Season 8 when Buffy smashes the Seed of Wonder. Though how Nina knows she'll be the last, I do not know :noidea:

I thought that they were just going out rounding up slayers that were activated from the empowerment spell, otherwise why would the spell still be activating them later on? You have reread the early comics recently though and I haven't for years so your recall is unquestionably better than mine.

They could write in a day of 'becoming' I suppose. An age a potential has to reach before they could be called as a slayer. But I'm still not sure that the empowerment spell would then still be running and actively triggering them at those points. That could just be written in to be true too I suppose. It sounds troublesome to me to use a premise which is going to require you to explain in what ways you are tweaking canon or the mythology, or expanding on them, but then still claim it as canon compatible. Nina realising her assumption was incorrect about being the last would possibly be better but then that wouldn't remove the question over why she was empowered later. There are too many uncertainties. We'll have to wait and see what is explained. I still really like the idea of getting to know another slayers story and still think this would be a better angle for any 'new' series to take.


So Merrick would be Nina's dad?

That was what I thought from it saying her parents were watchers and then that her father died protecting Buffy. :noidea:

Priceless
30-05-18, 08:32 PM
I thought that they were just going out rounding up slayers that were activated from the empowerment spell, otherwise why would the spell still be activating them later on? You have reread the early comics recently though and I haven't for years so your recall is unquestionably better than mine.


Oh no, I don't give myself any better understanding or recall then you Stoney, or anyone else. I just assumed the spell was a continual thing, but I doubt newborns were born slayers. Can you imagine? The pain of breastfeeding a baby slayer . . . in fact giving birth might be horrific, even carrying a baby slayer could be dangerous. Mega-strong babies all over the place would be both scary and hilarious :D I think there has to be a time when a girl can tap into her innate powers and maybe that's what Nina does, and she does it the moment Buffy destroys the seed?? :noidea:

Yeah people have said many times they'd like to know more about the other slayers, so this might be an opportunity to hear another girls story. Maybe the publishers blurb has mis-represented the story? I shall read the book when it comes out and report back.

KingofCretins
30-05-18, 08:48 PM
Other factor -- even if we settle upon some mythological quirk by which she's some more authentic "lineage" Slayer than one of Willow's, aren't we just sort of preengineering possible Sue issues here?

Stoney
30-05-18, 09:35 PM
Sue issues?

KingofCretins
30-05-18, 11:10 PM
As in Mary. If we're getting a new Slayer who has a somehow extra-most-specialest unique origin from the 2k or so Slayers that Willow's spell activated, she's certainly a character that is very, very vulnerable to falling into those traps.

Priceless
31-05-18, 11:40 AM
Other factor -- even if we settle upon some mythological quirk by which she's some more authentic "lineage" Slayer than one of Willow's, aren't we just sort of preengineering possible Sue issues here?

I don't think, from the blurb we've got, that Nina considers herself from a 'more authentic lineage' than the girls that became slayers immediately after Willow's spell. I don't know where that idea has come from?

KingofCretins
31-05-18, 11:54 AM
I don't think, from the blurb we've got, that Nina considers herself from a 'more authentic lineage' than the girls that became slayers immediately after Willow's spell. I don't know where that idea has come from?

I don't think the blurb deals in the subjective at all, but in the objective -- it baldly asserts that she is a Slayer thanks to Buffy but is also the last Slayer, "period". Somewhere in here feels like an assertion that she is different or unique from the rest of her class, since on its face and with only current information, we know this can't be true. If the novel is going to assert that somehow what we know is wrong and she really is special or unique, than that's where the pitfall is.

Priceless
31-05-18, 12:11 PM
I don't think the blurb deals in the subjective at all, but in the objective -- it baldly asserts that she is a Slayer thanks to Buffy but is also the last Slayer, "period". Somewhere in here feels like an assertion that she is different or unique from the rest of her class, since on its face and with only current information, we know this can't be true. If the novel is going to assert that somehow what we know is wrong and she really is special or unique, than that's where the pitfall is.

I'm not sure we got the same thing from the blurb. I agree there are issues with 'canon', but I wonder if she thinks she's special because she's at the Watchers School, and is the only Slayer at the school and is surrounded by Watchers?

KingofCretins
31-05-18, 12:37 PM
I'm not sure we got the same thing from the blurb. I agree there are issues with 'canon', but I wonder if she thinks she's special because she's at the Watchers School, and is the only Slayer at the school and is surrounded by Watchers?

I'm failing to see where the blurb where I'm referring to has anything to do with what she thinks of herself, it's the tacit author/narrator, the objective voice, making statements like the "last Slayer". I brought up earlier that about the only way to salvage that blatant falsehood would be if the eventual text turns that into just a mistaken subjective view she'll have, but in the here and now, we're left with a blurb that seems to think this Nina is Special.

MikeB
31-05-18, 01:43 PM
All said regarding writers, producers, actors, directors, viewers, readers, etc. are what I remember, my opinions, etc.



I'll just say regarding these books being green-lit that it's a good sign of the continued interest in the Buffyverse.

DeepBlueJoy
31-05-18, 02:33 PM
seems like there's two situations where new slayers would be called.
seems like there's two situations where new slayers would be called.

1) menarche of potential slayers. When a potential arrives at puberty, she becomes a slayer.
2) the death of any of the slayers -- especially if the number starts to fall greatly, or the death occurs in the locale of a hellmouth or something dangerous is arising. I believe that the death of a slayer on the hellmouth might trigger early activation of a potential in the area if there isn't already another slayer there.
Note: This is simply Blue's Logical Headcanon, so I'm not answering any official inquiries. That is all!:vamp_mrgreen:

Priceless
02-06-18, 06:11 PM
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KingofCretins
02-06-18, 06:53 PM
Yeah there is no way around some whiff of worldbuilding bullsh*t here.

Priceless
02-06-18, 08:50 PM
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I'm excited to read this, but how does she know she's the last Slayer? Why wasn't she called when Willow did the spell? How is she the 'chosen one' when there are thousands of Slayers? Guess I'll just have to read the book ��

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Stoney
02-06-18, 09:39 PM
Promises promises. :biggrin1:

Priceless
02-06-18, 09:57 PM
Promises promises. :biggrin1:

I am going to read it when it comes out and I shall report back :D

Priceless
07-06-18, 07:32 PM
http://ew.com/books/2018/06/07/slayer-buffy-book-1-preview/

Welcome back, Buffy fans.

In a brand new series announced last year, best-selling author Kiersten White (Paranormalcy) is introducing a new Slayer, bringing readers back into the beloved world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. EW has an exclusive preview of the first book, aptly named Slayer, which follows the hero as she grapples with the responsibility of managing her incredible powers that she’s just beginning to understand. First, here’s a quick description of the book:

“Nina and her twin sister, Artemis, are far from normal. It’s hard to be when you grow up at the Watcher’s Academy, which is a bit different from your average boarding school. Here teens are trained as guides for Slayers — girls gifted with supernatural strength to fight the forces of darkness. But while Nina’s mother is a prominent member of the Watcher’s Council, Nina has never embraced the violent Watcher lifestyle. Instead she follows her instincts to heal, carving out a place for herself as the school medic. Until the day Nina’s life changes forever. Thanks to Buffy, the famous (and infamous) Slayer that Nina’s father died protecting, Nina is not only the newest Chosen One — she’s the last Slayer, ever. Period. As Nina hones her skills with her Watcher-in-training, Leo, there’s plenty to keep her occupied: a monster fighting ring, a demon who eats happiness, a shadowy figure that keeps popping up in Nina’s dreams… But it’s not until bodies start turning up that Nina’s new powers will truly be tested — because someone she loves might be next.”

White has exclusively shared an excerpt of Slayer with EW, as well as the tantalizing cover. Read on below, and pre-order your copy ahead of its Jan. 8, 2019 release.



Simon & Schuster
Excerpt from Slayer, by Kiersten White
They, of all people, should have known better than to be in a cemetery as the sun set and night claimed the world.

The hunter watched the mother, straight as a lightning rod jammed into the earth, channeling her grief into the grave where her heart had been buried. On either side of her stood a little girl in pink cowboy boots. They were both skinny and pale, their red curls now leeched of color in the darkness.

Darkness was the great equalizer. Everyone was the same in the dark. Colorless. Featureless.

Powerless.

The hunter would keep them that way. It was her job, after all. She turned to the vampire beside her. They were both invisible in the black recess of a mausoleum. “The woman lives. The children are yours.”

Technically only one of the girls needed to die, but it was better to avoid any prophetic loopholes. The vampire strolled out toward the grieving family. He didn’t hide or prowl. He didn’t need to.

One of the girls tugged frantically on her mother’s hand. “Mama. Mama!”

The woman turned wearily, without enough time to be surprised before the vampire threw her. She flew back, hitting her husband’s granite headstone and falling unconscious to the soft ground over him. merrick jamison-smythe loomed above her in classically carved letters. The hunter wished she could take a photo. It was perfect staging.

“Hello, girls.” The vampire’s glee was audible. The hunter checked her watch. She should have picked a hellhound, or perhaps the Order of Taraka. But they were outside her price range and, frankly, overkill. Two children needed a very minimal amount of kill. And she liked the symmetry of using a vampire.

He held out his arms, as though inviting the children in for an embrace. “You can run if you’d like. I don’t mind chasing. Works up an appetite.”

The two girls, who the hunter had expected to be screaming by now, looked at each other solemnly. Perhaps standing on the grave of their father, who was dead because of a vampire, they felt the truth: This was always their fate.

One of the girls nodded. The other threw herself at the vampire’s legs with such startling speed and fury that the vampire fell backward, tangled up. Before he could kick the girl off, the other one jumped on his chest.

And then the vampire was gone. Both girls stood, brushing dust from their neat black dresses. The second little girl tucked the stake back into her flowery cowboy boot. They hurried over to their mother and patted her cheeks until she stirred.

At least the mother had the sense to be panicked. The hunter sighed, annoyed, as the mother pulled the girls to herself. Now they were all watching the night. Alert. The hunter had hoped to avoid the confrontation of revealing herself, but it had to be done. She pulled out her crossbow.

Her beeper chimed. She looked down at it out of habit, and when she looked back up, the family was gone.

She swore. She should never have used a vampire. That was what she got for trying for a bit of poetic tragedy. She had orders to keep their mother alive if possible, and she had wanted their mother to live, alone, having lost everything to the same pathetic half-breed of monster. Punishment for thinking she could hide from prophecy. Punishment for risking the entire world for her own selfish desires.

Well. The hunter would find them again. She flipped up her hood and strode to the nearest gas station. A pay phone waited in an anemic pool of light. She picked it up and dialed the number on her beeper.

“Is it done?”

“No,” the hunter replied.

“I’m disappointed in you.”

“So ground me.” She hung up, scowling, and then went inside the gas station. She had failed to avert the apocalypse, for now.

She needed candy.

Chapter One

Of all the awful things demons do, keeping Latin alive when it deserves to be a dead language might be the worst.

To say nothing of ancient Sumerian. And ancient Sumerian translated into Latin? Diabolic. My tongue trips over pronunciation as I painstakingly work through the page in front of me. I used to love my time in the library, surrounded by the work of generations of previous Watchers. But ever since the most recent time the world almost ended—sixty-two days ago, to be exact—I can barely sit still. I fidget. Tap my pencil. Bounce my toes against the floor. I want to go for a run. I don’t know why the anxiety has hit me differently this time, after all the horror and tragedy I’ve seen before. There is one possible reason that tugs at my brain, but . . .

“That can’t be right.” I peer at my own writing. “The shadowed one will rise and the world will tickle before him?”

“I do hate being tickled,” Rhys says, leaning back and stretching. His curly brown hair has once again defied its strict part. It flops over his forehead, softening the hard line of his eyebrows, which are perpetually drawn close to his glasses in thought or concern. After we finish this morning’s lessons, I’ll tidy up my small medical center, and Rhys will train for combat with Artemis.

I shake out my hands, needing to move something. Maybe I really will go for a run. No one would miss me. Or maybe I’ll ask if I can join combat training. They’ve never let me, but I haven’t asked in years. I really want to hit something, and I don’t know why, and it scares me.

It could be the demonic prophecies of doom I’ve been reading all morning, though. I scratch out my botched translation. “As far as apocalypses go, tickling’s not the worst way to die.”

Imogen clears her throat, but her indulgent smile softens the severity. “Can we get back to your translation, Nina? And, Rhys, I want a full report on half-human, half-demon taxonomy.”

Rhys ducks his head, blushing. He’s the only one here who’s in line to be a full Watcher, which means he can join the Council one day. Someday he’ll be in charge, part of the governing body of the Council. He wears that weight in everything he does. He’s the first one in the library and the last one out, and he trains almost as much as Artemis.

Watchers were meant to guide Slayers—the Chosen Ones specially endowed to fight demons—but over the centuries we evolved to be more hands-on. Watchers have to make the hard decisions, and sometimes the hard decisions include weapons. Swords. Spells. Knives.

Guns, in my father’s case.

Not all of us train, though. We all take our education seriously, but there’s slightly less pressure for me. I’m just the castle medic, which doesn’t rate high on the importance scale. Learning how to take lives beats knowing how to save them.

But being the medic doesn’t get me out of Prophecies of Doom 101. I push away the Latin Sumerian Tickle Apocalypse. “Imogen,” I whine. “Can I get something a little less difficult? Please?”

She gives me a long-suffering sigh. Imogen wasn’t supposed to be a teacher. But she’s all we’ve got now, on account of all the regular teachers being blown up. She teaches for a few hours every morning, and the rest of her time is spent managing the Littles.

Her blond ponytail swings limply as she stands and searches the far bookshelf. I hold back a triumphant smile. Imogen is always nicer to me than to anyone else. Actually, everyone here is. I try not to take advantage, but if they’re going to treat me like the castle pet just because I’m not all with the stabby stab, at least I should get some perks.

The shelf Imogen is searching is technically off-limits, but since Buffy—the Slayer who single-handedly destroyed almost our entire organization—broke all magic on earth a couple of months ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. The books that used to pose threats such as demonic possession or summoning ancient hellgods or giving you, like, a really bad paper cut, are now as benign as any other book.

But that doesn’t make them any easier to translate.

“Magic is still broken, right?” I ask as Imogen runs her fingers down the spine of a book that once killed an entire roomful of Watchers in the fifteenth century. It’s been two months without a drop of magical energy. For an organization that was built on magic, it hasn’t been an easy adjustment. I wasn’t taught to use magic, but I have a very healthy respect for slash terror of it. So it’s creepy seeing Imogen treat that particular tome like anything else on the shelf.

“Fresh out of batteries and no one can find the right size.” Rhys scowls at his text as though insulted by the demon he’s reading about. “When Buffy breaks something, she breaks it good. Personally, I think that if confronted with the Seed of Wonder—the source of all magic on earth, a genuine mystical miracle—I might opt to, say, study it. Research. Really think through my options. There had to be another way to avert that particular apocalypse.”

“Buffy sees, Buffy destroys,” I mutter. Her name feels almost like a swear word on my tongue. We don’t say it aloud in my family. Then again, we don’t say much in my family at all, besides “Have you seen my best dagger?” and “Where are our stake-carving supplies?” and “Hello, my twin daughters, it is I, your mother, and I love one of you better than the other and chose to save the good twin first when a fire was about to kill you both.”

Okay, not that last one. Because again: We don’t talk much. Living under the same roof isn’t as cozy as it sounds when that roof covers a massive castle.

“Think of all we could have learned,” Rhys says mournfully, “if I had had even an hour with the Seed of Wonder. . . .”

“In her defense, the world was ending,” Imogen says.

“In her not defense, she was the reason the world was ending,” I counter. “And now magic is dead.”

Imogen shrugs. “No more hellmouths or portals. No more demons popping in for vacations and sightseeing.”

I snort. “Foodie tours of Planet Human are canceled. Sorry, demonic dimensions. Of course, it also means no current tourists can get back to their home-sweet-hellholes.”

Rhys scowls, pulling off his glasses and polishing them. “You’re joking about the disruption and destruction of all the research we’ve compiled on demonic traveling, portals, dimensions, gateways, and hellmouths. None of it is current anymore. Even if I wanted to understand how things have changed, I couldn’t.”

“See? Buffy hurts everyone. Poor Rhys. No books on this subject.” I pat his head.

Imogen tosses a huge volume on the table. “And yet your homework still isn’t done. Try this one.” A poof of dust blows outward from the book; I flinch away and cover my nose.

She grimaces. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I actually haven’t had an asthma attack in a while.” It’s fine that my asthma mysteriously disappeared the same day Buffy destroyed magic, the world almost ended, and I got showered in interdimensional demonic goo. Totally fine. Has nothing to do with the demon. Neither does the fact that I’m desperate to go running or start training or do anything with my body besides snuggle up and read, which used to be its primary occupation.

I pull down my sweater sleeve over my hand and carefully wipe the leather cover. “‘The Apocalypses of . . . Arcturius the Farsighted’? Sounds like the dude just needed a better prescription for glasses.”

Rhys leans close, peering curiously. “I haven’t read that volume.” He sounds jealous.

Notes have been scrawled in the margins, the handwriting changing as it moves through the centuries. On the last few pages there are orange fingerprints, like someone was reading while eating Cheetos. The Watchers before me have made their own notes, commenting and filling in details. Seeing their work overwhelms me with a sense of responsibility. It’s not every sixteen-year-old girl who can trace her family’s calling back through the centuries of helping Slayers, fighting demons, and otherwise saving the world.

I find a good entry. “Did you know that in 1910, one of the Merryweathers prevented an octopus uprising? A leviathan demon gave them sentience and they were going to overthrow us! Merryweather doesn’t give many details. It appears they defeated them with . . .” I squint. “Lemon. And butter. I think this is a recipe.”

Imogen taps on the book. “Just translate the last ten prophecies, how about?”

I get to work. Rhys occasionally asks Imogen questions, and by the time our class period is almost over, he has what looks like half the extensive shelves piled on our groaning table. In years past, Rhys and I wouldn’t have studied together. He’d have been in classes with the other future Council hopefuls. But there are so few of us now, we’ve had to relax some of the structure and tradition. Not all of it, though. Without tradition, what would we be? Just a bunch of weirdos hiding in a castle studying the things that no one else wants to know about. Which I guess is what we are with tradition too. But knowing I’m part of a millennia-long battle against the forces of evil (and apparently octopuses) makes it much more meaningful.

Buffy and the Slayers might have turned their backs on the Watchers, rejecting our guidance and counsel, but we haven’t turned our backs on the world. Normal people can go on living, oblivious and happy, because of our hard work. And I’m proud of that. Even when it means I have to translate dumb prophecies, and even if I’ve wondered more and more the last few years if the way the Watchers and Slayers fight evil isn’t always right.

The library door slams open and my twin sister, Artemis, walks in. She takes a deep breath and scowls, crossing past me and tugging open the ancient window. It groans in protest, but, as with all things, Artemis accomplishes her goal. She pulls out one of my inhalers from her pocket and sets it on the table beside me. Everything in this castle runs because of Artemis. She is a force of nature. An angry but efficient force of nature.

“Hello to you too,” I say with a smile.

She tugs my hair. We both have red curls, though hers are always pulled back into a brutal ponytail. I have a lot more time for moisturizing than she does. Her face is like looking in a mirror—if that mirror were a prophecy of who I’d be in another life. Her freckles are darker from spending so much time outside. Her gray eyes more intense, her jawline somehow stronger. Her shoulders are straighter, her arms are more defined, and her posture is less snuggly and more I-will-destroy-you-if-it-comes-to-that.

In short, Artemis is the strong twin. The powerful twin. The chosen twin. And I am . . .

The one who got left behind.

I don’t just mean the fire, either. The moment when my mother was forced to choose to save one of us from the terrifying flames—and chose Artemis—was definitely life changing. But even after that, even after I managed to survive, my mother kept choosing her. Artemis was chosen for testing and training. Artemis was given responsibilities and duties and a vital role in Watcher society. And I was left behind on the fringes. I only sort of matter now because so many of us are dead. Artemis always would have mattered. And the truth is, I get it.

I was born into Watcher society, but Artemis deserves to be here.

She sits next to me, pulling out her notebook and opening it to today’s to-do list. It’s in microscopic handwriting and goes past the first page and onto at least one more. No one in this castle does more than Artemis. “Listen,” she says, “I might have hurt Jade.”

I look up from where I’m almost finished with this book. Every other prophecy had margin notes detailing how that particular apocalypse was averted. I idly wonder what it means that this is the last prophecy. Did Arcturius the Farsighted finally get glasses, or was this apocalypse so apocalypsy that he couldn’t see past it? It also has no Watcher notes. And Watchers are meticulous. If it doesn’t have notes, that means it hasn’t been averted yet.

But my own castle emergencies are far more pressing. “And by ‘might have hurt Jade,’ you mean . . .”

Artemis shrugs. “Definitely did.”

On cue, Jade limps in. She picks up her tirade midargument. “—and just because magic is broken, doesn’t mean that I should be Artemis’s punching bag! I know my father worked in special ops, but I don’t want to. I was good at magic! I am not good at this!”

“No one is, next to Artemis,” Rhys says. His voice is quiet and without judgment, but we all freeze. It’s one of the things we don’t talk about. How Artemis is inarguably the best, and yet she’s the assistant and Rhys is the official golden boy.

Watchers excel at research, record keeping, and not talking about things. The entire organization is ever-so-British. Though technically Artemis and I are American. We lived in California and then Arizona before coming here. Rhys, Jade, and Imogen—who all grew up in London—still laugh when I treat rain like a novelty. It’s been eight years in England and Ireland, but I adore rain and green and all things non-desert.

Jade flops down on the other side of me, hauling her ankle up onto my lap. I rotate it for range of movement.

“That one translates as ‘Slayer,’” Artemis says, peering over my shoulder. She crosses out where I had mistranslated a word as “killer.” Same difference.

Jade yelps. “Ouch!”

“Sorry. Nothing is broken, but it’s swelling already. I think it’s a mild sprain.” I glance at Artemis and she looks away, guessing my thoughts as she so often can. She knows I’m going to tell her there is no reason to train this hard. To hurt each other. Instead of rehashing our usual debate, I point to my translation. “What about this word?”

“Protector,” Artemis says.

“That’s cheating,” Imogen trills from where she’s reshelving.

“It doesn’t count as cheating. We’re practically the same person!” No one calls me on the lie. Artemis shouldn’t have to do my homework on top of everything else, but she helps without being asked. It’s how we work.

“Any word from Mom?” I ask as casually as I can manage, probing around the topic even more gently than I’m probing Jade’s ankle.

“Nothing new since Tuesday. She should finish up South America in the next few days though.” Artemis planned our mother’s whole scouting mission. I haven’t heard so much as a word from her since she left seven weeks ago, but Artemis merits regular updates.

“Can you focus?” Jade snaps. She was on assignment in Scotland keeping tabs on Buffy and her Slayer army antics. It didn’t do us much good. Buffy still managed to trigger an almost-apocalypse. Now that Jade’s back at the castle without any magic, she’s not happy about it, and she lets us know.

Frequently.

“Rhys,” I say, mindful that Artemis would do it in a heartbeat, but her to-do list is already super full and I don’t want to add to it, “can you go to my clinic and get my sprain pack?”

Rhys stands. He shouldn’t have to run my errands. He ranks far above me in pecking order, but he puts friendship before hierarchy. He’s my favorite in the castle besides Artemis. Not that there’s a tremendous amount of competition. Rhys, Jade, and Artemis are the only other teens. Imogen is in her early twenties. The three Littles are still preschoolers. And the Council—all four of them—aren’t exactly BFF material. “Where is it?” he asks.

“It’s right next to the stitches pack, behind the concussions pack.”

“Got it.”

He saunters away. The medical clinic is actually a large supply closet in the opposite wing that I’ve claimed as my own. The training room is amazing, naturally. We prioritize hitting, not healing. While we’re waiting for Rhys, I elevate Jade’s ankle by propping it on top of books that used to contain the blackest spells imaginable but now are used as paperweights.

George Smythe, the youngest of the Littles, bursts into the library. He buries his face in Imogen’s skirt and tugs on her long sleeves. “Imo. Come play.”

Imogen puts him on her hip. During teaching hours, Ruth Zabuto is in charge of the Littles, but she is as old as sin and far less pleasant. I don’t blame George for preferring Imogen.

“Are you done?” she asks me.

I hold up my paper triumphantly. “Got it!”

Child of Slayer

Child of Watcher

The two become one

The one becomes two

Girls of fire

Protector and Hunter

One to mend the world

And one to tear it asunder

“There’s a postscript, like Arcturius can’t help but comment on his own creepy-ass prophecy. ‘When all else ends, when hope perishes alongside wonder, her darkness shall rise and all shall be eaten.’”

Imogen snorts. “Devoured. Not eaten.”

“In my defense, I’m hungry. Did I get the rest?”

She nods. “With help.”

“Well, even with Artemis’s help, it doesn’t make sense. And it doesn’t have any calamari recipes.” I tuck my papers back into the book.

Rhys returns with the supplies just as the other two Littles break into the library and swarm Imogen. She’s the busiest person in the castle, other than Artemis, who has already left to prepare lunch for everyone. Sometimes I wish my sister belonged as much to me as she does to everyone else.

Rhys strides toward me with the sprain pack. Little George runs at his legs and Rhys trips just before he gets to me. The pack flies out of his hands. Without thinking I lunge and save the kit in midair with one hand, the whole motion feeling surprisingly effortless for my usually uncoordinated self.

“Good catch,” Rhys says. I’d be offended by his surprise if I weren’t experiencing another ripple of anxiety. It was a good catch. Way too good for me.

“Yeah, lucky,” I say, letting out an awkward laugh. I break the ice pack and wrap it into place around Jade’s ankle. “Twenty minutes on, an hour off. I’ll rewrap you when the ice comes off. That will help with the swelling. And rest it as much as possible.”

“Not a problem.” Jade leans back with her eyes closed. She’s substituted all the time she used to spend on magic with sleeping.

I know it’s been rough on her—it’s been rough on everyone, having the entire world change, yet again. But we do what Watchers do: We keep going.

My phone beeps. We avoid contact with the outside world. Paranoia is a permanent result of having all your friends and family blown up. But one person has this number and he’s the highlight of our tenure here in the forest outside a sleepy Irish coastal town. “Cillian’s almost here with the supplies.”

Rhys perks up. “Do you need help?”

“Yes. I don’t know how I’d manage without you. It’s absolutely essential that you come out with me and flirt with your boyfriend while I check over the boxes.”

The great hall of the castle, always chilly, is lit with the late-afternoon sun. The stained-glass windows project squares of blue, red, and green. I fondly pat the massive oak door as I step out into the crisp autumn air. The castle is drafty, with questionable plumbing and dire electrical problems. Most of the windows don’t open, and those that do leak. Half of the rooms are in disrepair, the entire dorm wing is more a repository for junk than a living space, and we can’t even go in the section where the tower used to be because it isn’t safe.

But this castle saved our lives and preserved what few of us are left. And so I love it.

Out in the meadow—which has finally recovered from having a castle magically dropped into the middle of it two years ago—old Bradford Smythe, my great-uncle, is sword fighting with horrible Wanda Wyndam-Pryce. Though sword bickering would be more accurate, since they pause between each block and strike to debate proper stance. The mystery of the Littles escaping is solved. Ruth Zabuto is dead asleep.

I watch her across the meadow to make sure her chest is moving and she’s only dead asleep, not dead dead. She lets out a snore loud enough for me to hear from this distance. Reassured, I follow Rhys to the path outside the castle grounds. I can still hear Wanda and Bradford arguing.

Cillian is on a scooter, boxes strapped to either side. He lifts a hand and waves brightly. His mom used to run the sole magic store in the whole area. Most people have no idea that magic is—was—a real thing. But his mom was a decently talented and knowledgeable witch. And, best of all, one who could keep her mouth shut. Cillian and his mother are the only people alive who know there are still Watchers in existence. That we didn’t all die when we were supposed to.

We haven’t told them much about who we are or what we do. It’s safest that way. And they’ve never asked questions, because we were also their best customers until Buffy killed magic. But even now, Cillian still makes all our nonmagical supply deliveries. Weirdly, online retailers don’t accept “Hidden Castle in the Middle of the Woods Outside Shancoom, Ireland” as a proper address.

Cillian stops his scooter in front of us. “What’s the story?”

“I—”

There’s a flash of movement behind Cillian. A snarl rips apart the air as darkness leaps toward him.

My brain turns off.

My body reacts.

I jump, meeting it midair. We slam into each other. The ground meets us, hard, and we roll. I grab jaws straining for my throat, hot saliva burning where it falls on me.

Then I twist and snap, and the thing falls silent, still, a dead weight on top of me.

I shove it aside and scramble to my feet. My heart is racing, eyes scanning for any other threats, legs ready to leap back into action.

That’s when I hear the screaming. It sounds so far away. Maybe it was happening the whole time? I shake my head, trying to force the world back into focus. And I realize there’s a creature—a dead creature, a creature I somehow killed—at my feet. I stagger backward, using my shirt to rub away the hot sticky mess of its drool still on my neck.

“Artemis!” Bradford Smythe runs up. “Artemis, are you all right?” He hurries past me, bending down to examine the thing. It looks like hell’s version of a dog, which is accurate, because I’m almost certain it’s a hellhound. Black, mottled skin. Patchy fur more like moldy growths. Fangs and claws and single-minded, deadly intentions.

But not anymore. Because I killed it.

I killed it?

Demon, a voice in my head whispers. And it’s not talking about the hellhound.

“Nina,” Rhys says, in as much shock as me.

Bradford Smythe looks up in confusion. “What?”

“Not Artemis. That was Nina. . . . Nina killed it.”

Everyone stares at me like I too have sprouted fangs and claws. I don’t know what just happened. How it happened. Why it happened. I’ve never done anything like that before.

I feel sick and also—elated? That can’t be right. My hands are trembling, but I don’t feel like I need to lie down. I feel like I could run ten miles. Like I could jump straight over the castle. Like I could fight a hundred more—

“I think I need to throw up,” I say, blinking at the dead thing. I’m not a killer. I’m a healer. I fix things. That’s what I do.

“That was impossible.” Rhys studies me like I’m one of his textbooks, like he can’t translate what he’s seeing.

He’s right. I can’t do what I just did.

Bradford Smythe seems less surprised. His shoulders slump as he pulls off his glasses and polishes them with resignation. Why isn’t he shocked, now that he knows it wasn’t Artemis? The look he gives me is one of pity and regret. “We need to call your mother.”

HardlyThere
07-06-18, 07:54 PM
Hard pass. The Watchers done got blowed up.

Priceless
07-06-18, 07:58 PM
Ok, I wanted to hate this, but I don't. There are issues; is there anyone in the real world called Artemis? At first I thought they were too American, but White does address this and I accept that. I love all the mentions of Buffy and obviously just as Buffy smashed the Seed, Nina's asthma cleared up, so she is technically, if you squint and don't ask too many questions, the last slayer :D

It is very by the numbers, two sisters who don't get on, Nina thinks her mum doesn't love her . . . but it's written for 12 year olds, so it's not going to be too far from the obvious.

Stoney
07-06-18, 08:15 PM
I thought magical artefacts retained their magic. It seems odd to me that the books were all magically powered by spells which were somehow ongoing which then meant that they lost their power with the seed. If the spell could have been broken and them made 'safe' surely it would have been tried. I just found that odd, perhaps it's just me.

No surprise the link was to Merrick. I actually lost interest in the preview and stopped reading.

a thing of evil
07-06-18, 08:33 PM
https://abload.de/img/b1jvstb.jpg (http://abload.de/image.php?img=b1jvstb.jpg)

This is awful.

Priceless
07-06-18, 08:44 PM
I'm really surprised everyone hates it so much. I honestly didn't think it was so bad. I quite like the characters, the pacing is quick, it seems Nina becomes a slayer in the first two chapters. It feels really connected to the Buffyverse, through mentions on Buffy and how Nina feels about her (exactly the same as Willow is seems). When Buffyverse tv shows are discussed everyone always says how they'd have loved to see a show about the other slayers, and here we have a book about another slayer, and no-one is very supportive.

a thing of evil
07-06-18, 09:38 PM
I'll explain. While this material uses the setting and the lore, it ignores the tone and the style. And it's not the setting and the lore that make Buffy great. Buffy is great despite its setting and it's lore, not because of it. Where's the snappy dialog? Where are the instantly likable post-modernist characters? Where's the ever-present irony? Not here, because this is generic YA, as in, the stuff that Buffy subverts. Basically, it's an exercise in missing the point.

eevol76vamp
07-06-18, 09:50 PM
Hello here. I've observed the board for a while and really most of the fanbase here are not young adults. The type of book series that would appeal to you guys would probably be the Buffyverse equivalent of Virgin Doctor Who novels.

KingofCretins
07-06-18, 09:59 PM
The books are now worth it for me to learn that Buffy comics have their very own Drakeposting (https://imgflip.com/memegenerator/124276589/Drake-NoYes) meme! Thanks ATOE.

Priceless
07-06-18, 10:23 PM
I'll explain. While this material uses the setting and the lore, it ignores the tone and the style. And it's not the setting and the lore that make Buffy great. Buffy is great despite its setting and it's lore, not because of it. Where's the snappy dialog? Where are the instantly likable post-modernist characters? Where's the ever-present irony? Not here, because this is generic YA, as in, the stuff that Buffy subverts. Basically, it's an exercise in missing the point.

I don't disagree with anything you've said, and I can see why you'd think that. I do think you are being a little hard on a book aimed at 12 year olds. It gets points from me for trying. It does aim for snappy dialogue - there are jokes and ironies, and I do think White is trying for that Buffyverse feel. It is only the first two chapters of a 'series', so I'm willing to give it the benefit of the doubt :)

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Hello here. I've observed the board for a while and really most of the fanbase here are not young adults. The type of book series that would appeal to you guys would probably be the Buffyverse equivalent of Virgin Doctor Who novels.

Hi, welcome to the forum :D I'm not afraid to show my ignorance and say I don't know what Virgin Doctor Who novels are?

eevol76vamp
11-06-18, 10:06 PM
There were a series of adult Doctor Who novels in the 90's that were published by a company called Virgin. With a few exceptions (I didn't like the DW novels Who Killed Kennedy and Lungbarrow) , it would be a good template for the Buffy novels to follow considering most of the fanbase is older now. Anyway, I will give the Slayer series a chance and buy this with the picture book to give to my sister's kids.

a thing of evil
12-06-18, 10:44 AM
The books are now worth it for me to learn that Buffy comics have their very own Drakeposting meme! Thanks ATOE.

https://i.imgur.com/HEBM591.jpg

HardlyThere
12-06-18, 11:25 AM
There were a series of adult Doctor Who novels in the 90's that were published by a company called Virgin. With a few exceptions (I didn't like the DW novels Who Killed Kennedy and Lungbarrow) , it would be a good template for the Buffy novels to follow considering most of the fanbase is older now. Anyway, I will give the Slayer series a chance and buy this with the picture book to give to my sister's kids.

8-13 seems to be the target audience for the merchandise and the comics post-S8. The only adult-geared item was the coloring book and that was in name only.

Maybe we are all just too old for it all.

writersherry
20-06-18, 02:08 AM
I want to read it, but I don't like the cover, and there is an excerpt posted online. Can't find it now, but I still have the snippet...

Excerpt from "Slayer" by Kiersten White

They, of all people, should have known better than to be in a cemetery as the sun set and night claimed the world.

The hunter watched the mother, straight as a lightning rod jammed into the earth, channeling her grief into the grave where her heart had been buried. On either side of her stood a little girl in pink cowboy boots. They were both skinny and pale, their red curls now leeched of color in the darkness.

Darkness was the great equalizer. Everyone was the same in the dark. Colorless. Featureless.

Powerless.

The hunter would keep them that way. It was her job, after all. She turned to the vampire beside her. They were both invisible in the black recess of a mausoleum. “The woman lives. The children are yours.”

Technically only one of the girls needed to die, but it was better to avoid any prophetic loopholes. The vampire strolled out toward the grieving family. He didn’t hide or prowl. He didn’t need to.

One of the girls tugged frantically on her mother’s hand. “Mama. Mama!”

The woman turned wearily, without enough time to be surprised before the vampire threw her. She flew back, hitting her husband’s granite headstone and falling unconscious to the soft ground over him. merrick jamison-smythe loomed above her in classically carved letters. The hunter wished she could take a photo. It was perfect staging.

“Hello, girls.” The vampire’s glee was audible. The hunter checked her watch. She should have picked a hellhound, or perhaps the Order of Taraka. But they were outside her price range and, frankly, overkill. Two children needed a very minimal amount of kill. And she liked the symmetry of using a vampire.

He held out his arms, as though inviting the children in for an embrace. “You can run if you’d like. I don’t mind chasing. Works up an appetite.”

The two girls, who the hunter had expected to be screaming by now, looked at each other solemnly. Perhaps standing on the grave of their father, who was dead because of a vampire, they felt the truth: This was always their fate.

One of the girls nodded. The other threw herself at the vampire’s legs with such startling speed and fury that the vampire fell backward, tangled up. Before he could kick the girl off, the other one jumped on his chest.

And then the vampire was gone. Both girls stood, brushing dust from their neat black dresses. The second little girl tucked the stake back into her flowery cowboy boot. They hurried over to their mother and patted her cheeks until she stirred.

At least the mother had the sense to be panicked. The hunter sighed, annoyed, as the mother pulled the girls to herself. Now they were all watching the night. Alert. The hunter had hoped to avoid the confrontation of revealing herself, but it had to be done. She pulled out her crossbow.

Her beeper chimed. She looked down at it out of habit, and when she looked back up, the family was gone.

She swore. She should never have used a vampire. That was what she got for trying for a bit of poetic tragedy. She had orders to keep their mother alive if possible, and she had wanted their mother to live, alone, having lost everything to the same pathetic half-breed of monster. Punishment for thinking she could hide from prophecy. Punishment for risking the entire world for her own selfish desires.

Well. The hunter would find them again. She flipped up her hood and strode to the nearest gas station. A pay phone waited in an anemic pool of light. She picked it up and dialed the number on her beeper.

“Is it done?”

“No,” the hunter replied.

“I’m disappointed in you.”

“So ground me.” She hung up, scowling, and then went inside the gas station. She had failed to avert the apocalypse, for now.

She needed candy.

Chapter One

Of all the awful things demons do, keeping Latin alive when it deserves to be a dead language might be the worst.

To say nothing of ancient Sumerian. And ancient Sumerian translated into Latin? Diabolic. My tongue trips over pronunciation as I painstakingly work through the page in front of me. I used to love my time in the library, surrounded by the work of generations of previous Watchers. But ever since the most recent time the world almost ended—sixty-two days ago, to be exact—I can barely sit still. I fidget. Tap my pencil. Bounce my toes against the floor. I want to go for a run. I don’t know why the anxiety has hit me differently this time, after all the horror and tragedy I’ve seen before. There is one possible reason that tugs at my brain, but . . .

“That can’t be right.” I peer at my own writing. “The shadowed one will rise and the world will tickle before him?”

“I do hate being tickled,” Rhys says, leaning back and stretching. His curly brown hair has once again defied its strict part. It flops over his forehead, softening the hard line of his eyebrows, which are perpetually drawn close to his glasses in thought or concern. After we finish this morning’s lessons, I’ll tidy up my small medical center, and Rhys will train for combat with Artemis.

I shake out my hands, needing to move something. Maybe I really will go for a run. No one would miss me. Or maybe I’ll ask if I can join combat training. They’ve never let me, but I haven’t asked in years. I really want to hit something, and I don’t know why, and it scares me.

It could be the demonic prophecies of doom I’ve been reading all morning, though. I scratch out my botched translation. “As far as apocalypses go, tickling’s not the worst way to die.”

Imogen clears her throat, but her indulgent smile softens the severity. “Can we get back to your translation, Nina? And, Rhys, I want a full report on half-human, half-demon taxonomy.”

Rhys ducks his head, blushing. He’s the only one here who’s in line to be a full Watcher, which means he can join the Council one day. Someday he’ll be in charge, part of the governing body of the Council. He wears that weight in everything he does. He’s the first one in the library and the last one out, and he trains almost as much as Artemis.

Watchers were meant to guide Slayers—the Chosen Ones specially endowed to fight demons—but over the centuries we evolved to be more hands-on. Watchers have to make the hard decisions, and sometimes the hard decisions include weapons. Swords. Spells. Knives.

Guns, in my father’s case.

Not all of us train, though. We all take our education seriously, but there’s slightly less pressure for me. I’m just the castle medic, which doesn’t rate high on the importance scale. Learning how to take lives beats knowing how to save them.

But being the medic doesn’t get me out of Prophecies of Doom 101. I push away the Latin Sumerian Tickle Apocalypse. “Imogen,” I whine. “Can I get something a little less difficult? Please?”

She gives me a long-suffering sigh. Imogen wasn’t supposed to be a teacher. But she’s all we’ve got now, on account of all the regular teachers being blown up. She teaches for a few hours every morning, and the rest of her time is spent managing the Littles.

Her blond ponytail swings limply as she stands and searches the far bookshelf. I hold back a triumphant smile. Imogen is always nicer to me than to anyone else. Actually, everyone here is. I try not to take advantage, but if they’re going to treat me like the castle pet just because I’m not all with the stabby stab, at least I should get some perks.

The shelf Imogen is searching is technically off-limits, but since Buffy—the Slayer who single-handedly destroyed almost our entire organization—broke all magic on earth a couple of months ago, it doesn’t matter anymore. The books that used to pose threats such as demonic possession or summoning ancient hellgods or giving you, like, a really bad paper cut, are now as benign as any other book.

But that doesn’t make them any easier to translate.

“Magic is still broken, right?” I ask as Imogen runs her fingers down the spine of a book that once killed an entire roomful of Watchers in the fifteenth century. It’s been two months without a drop of magical energy. For an organization that was built on magic, it hasn’t been an easy adjustment. I wasn’t taught to use magic, but I have a very healthy respect for slash terror of it. So it’s creepy seeing Imogen treat that particular tome like anything else on the shelf.

“Fresh out of batteries and no one can find the right size.” Rhys scowls at his text as though insulted by the demon he’s reading about. “When Buffy breaks something, she breaks it good. Personally, I think that if confronted with the Seed of Wonder—the source of all magic on earth, a genuine mystical miracle—I might opt to, say, study it. Research. Really think through my options. There had to be another way to avert that particular apocalypse.”

“Buffy sees, Buffy destroys,” I mutter. Her name feels almost like a swear word on my tongue. We don’t say it aloud in my family. Then again, we don’t say much in my family at all, besides “Have you seen my best dagger?” and “Where are our stake-carving supplies?” and “Hello, my twin daughters, it is I, your mother, and I love one of you better than the other and chose to save the good twin first when a fire was about to kill you both.”

Okay, not that last one. Because again: We don’t talk much. Living under the same roof isn’t as cozy as it sounds when that roof covers a massive castle.

“Think of all we could have learned,” Rhys says mournfully, “if I had had even an hour with the Seed of Wonder. . . .”

“In her defense, the world was ending,” Imogen says.

“In her not defense, she was the reason the world was ending,” I counter. “And now magic is dead.”

Imogen shrugs. “No more hellmouths or portals. No more demons popping in for vacations and sightseeing.”

I snort. “Foodie tours of Planet Human are canceled. Sorry, demonic dimensions. Of course, it also means no current tourists can get back to their home-sweet-hellholes.”

Rhys scowls, pulling off his glasses and polishing them. “You’re joking about the disruption and destruction of all the research we’ve compiled on demonic traveling, portals, dimensions, gateways, and hellmouths. None of it is current anymore. Even if I wanted to understand how things have changed, I couldn’t.”

“See? Buffy hurts everyone. Poor Rhys. No books on this subject.” I pat his head.

Imogen tosses a huge volume on the table. “And yet your homework still isn’t done. Try this one.” A poof of dust blows outward from the book; I flinch away and cover my nose.

She grimaces. “Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I actually haven’t had an asthma attack in a while.” It’s fine that my asthma mysteriously disappeared the same day Buffy destroyed magic, the world almost ended, and I got showered in interdimensional demonic goo. Totally fine. Has nothing to do with the demon. Neither does the fact that I’m desperate to go running or start training or do anything with my body besides snuggle up and read, which used to be its primary occupation.

I pull down my sweater sleeve over my hand and carefully wipe the leather cover. “‘The Apocalypses of . . . Arcturius the Farsighted’? Sounds like the dude just needed a better prescription for glasses.”

Rhys leans close, peering curiously. “I haven’t read that volume.” He sounds jealous.

Notes have been scrawled in the margins, the handwriting changing as it moves through the centuries. On the last few pages there are orange fingerprints, like someone was reading while eating Cheetos. The Watchers before me have made their own notes, commenting and filling in details. Seeing their work overwhelms me with a sense of responsibility. It’s not every sixteen-year-old girl who can trace her family’s calling back through the centuries of helping Slayers, fighting demons, and otherwise saving the world.

I find a good entry. “Did you know that in 1910, one of the Merryweathers prevented an octopus uprising? A leviathan demon gave them sentience and they were going to overthrow us! Merryweather doesn’t give many details. It appears they defeated them with . . .” I squint. “Lemon. And butter. I think this is a recipe.”

Imogen taps on the book. “Just translate the last ten prophecies, how about?”

I get to work. Rhys occasionally asks Imogen questions, and by the time our class period is almost over, he has what looks like half the extensive shelves piled on our groaning table. In years past, Rhys and I wouldn’t have studied together. He’d have been in classes with the other future Council hopefuls. But there are so few of us now, we’ve had to relax some of the structure and tradition. Not all of it, though. Without tradition, what would we be? Just a bunch of weirdos hiding in a castle studying the things that no one else wants to know about. Which I guess is what we are with tradition too. But knowing I’m part of a millennia-long battle against the forces of evil (and apparently octopuses) makes it much more meaningful.

Buffy and the Slayers might have turned their backs on the Watchers, rejecting our guidance and counsel, but we haven’t turned our backs on the world. Normal people can go on living, oblivious and happy, because of our hard work. And I’m proud of that. Even when it means I have to translate dumb prophecies, and even if I’ve wondered more and more the last few years if the way the Watchers and Slayers fight evil isn’t always right.

The library door slams open and my twin sister, Artemis, walks in. She takes a deep breath and scowls, crossing past me and tugging open the ancient window. It groans in protest, but, as with all things, Artemis accomplishes her goal. She pulls out one of my inhalers from her pocket and sets it on the table beside me. Everything in this castle runs because of Artemis. She is a force of nature. An angry but efficient force of nature.

“Hello to you too,” I say with a smile.

She tugs my hair. We both have red curls, though hers are always pulled back into a brutal ponytail. I have a lot more time for moisturizing than she does. Her face is like looking in a mirror—if that mirror were a prophecy of who I’d be in another life. Her freckles are darker from spending so much time outside. Her gray eyes more intense, her jawline somehow stronger. Her shoulders are straighter, her arms are more defined, and her posture is less snuggly and more I-will-destroy-you-if-it-comes-to-that.

In short, Artemis is the strong twin. The powerful twin. The chosen twin. And I am . . .

The one who got left behind.

I don’t just mean the fire, either. The moment when my mother was forced to choose to save one of us from the terrifying flames—and chose Artemis—was definitely life changing. But even after that, even after I managed to survive, my mother kept choosing her. Artemis was chosen for testing and training. Artemis was given responsibilities and duties and a vital role in Watcher society. And I was left behind on the fringes. I only sort of matter now because so many of us are dead. Artemis always would have mattered. And the truth is, I get it.

I was born into Watcher society, but Artemis deserves to be here.

She sits next to me, pulling out her notebook and opening it to today’s to-do list. It’s in microscopic handwriting and goes past the first page and onto at least one more. No one in this castle does more than Artemis. “Listen,” she says, “I might have hurt Jade.”

I look up from where I’m almost finished with this book. Every other prophecy had margin notes detailing how that particular apocalypse was averted. I idly wonder what it means that this is the last prophecy. Did Arcturius the Farsighted finally get glasses, or was this apocalypse so apocalypsy that he couldn’t see past it? It also has no Watcher notes. And Watchers are meticulous. If it doesn’t have notes, that means it hasn’t been averted yet.

But my own castle emergencies are far more pressing. “And by ‘might have hurt Jade,’ you mean . . .”

Artemis shrugs. “Definitely did.”

On cue, Jade limps in. She picks up her tirade midargument. “—and just because magic is broken, doesn’t mean that I should be Artemis’s punching bag! I know my father worked in special ops, but I don’t want to. I was good at magic! I am not good at this!”

“No one is, next to Artemis,” Rhys says. His voice is quiet and without judgment, but we all freeze. It’s one of the things we don’t talk about. How Artemis is inarguably the best, and yet she’s the assistant and Rhys is the official golden boy.

Watchers excel at research, record keeping, and not talking about things. The entire organization is ever-so-British. Though technically Artemis and I are American. We lived in California and then Arizona before coming here. Rhys, Jade, and Imogen—who all grew up in London—still laugh when I treat rain like a novelty. It’s been eight years in England and Ireland, but I adore rain and green and all things non-desert.

Jade flops down on the other side of me, hauling her ankle up onto my lap. I rotate it for range of movement.

“That one translates as ‘Slayer,’” Artemis says, peering over my shoulder. She crosses out where I had mistranslated a word as “killer.” Same difference.

Jade yelps. “Ouch!”

“Sorry. Nothing is broken, but it’s swelling already. I think it’s a mild sprain.” I glance at Artemis and she looks away, guessing my thoughts as she so often can. She knows I’m going to tell her there is no reason to train this hard. To hurt each other. Instead of rehashing our usual debate, I point to my translation. “What about this word?”

“Protector,” Artemis says.

“That’s cheating,” Imogen trills from where she’s reshelving.

“It doesn’t count as cheating. We’re practically the same person!” No one calls me on the lie. Artemis shouldn’t have to do my homework on top of everything else, but she helps without being asked. It’s how we work.

“Any word from Mom?” I ask as casually as I can manage, probing around the topic even more gently than I’m probing Jade’s ankle.

“Nothing new since Tuesday. She should finish up South America in the next few days though.” Artemis planned our mother’s whole scouting mission. I haven’t heard so much as a word from her since she left seven weeks ago, but Artemis merits regular updates.

“Can you focus?” Jade snaps. She was on assignment in Scotland keeping tabs on Buffy and her Slayer army antics. It didn’t do us much good. Buffy still managed to trigger an almost-apocalypse. Now that Jade’s back at the castle without any magic, she’s not happy about it, and she lets us know.

Frequently.

“Rhys,” I say, mindful that Artemis would do it in a heartbeat, but her to-do list is already super full and I don’t want to add to it, “can you go to my clinic and get my sprain pack?”

Rhys stands. He shouldn’t have to run my errands. He ranks far above me in pecking order, but he puts friendship before hierarchy. He’s my favorite in the castle besides Artemis. Not that there’s a tremendous amount of competition. Rhys, Jade, and Artemis are the only other teens. Imogen is in her early twenties. The three Littles are still preschoolers. And the Council—all four of them—aren’t exactly BFF material. “Where is it?” he asks.

“It’s right next to the stitches pack, behind the concussions pack.”

“Got it.”

He saunters away. The medical clinic is actually a large supply closet in the opposite wing that I’ve claimed as my own. The training room is amazing, naturally. We prioritize hitting, not healing. While we’re waiting for Rhys, I elevate Jade’s ankle by propping it on top of books that used to contain the blackest spells imaginable but now are used as paperweights.

George Smythe, the youngest of the Littles, bursts into the library. He buries his face in Imogen’s skirt and tugs on her long sleeves. “Imo. Come play.”

Imogen puts him on her hip. During teaching hours, Ruth Zabuto is in charge of the Littles, but she is as old as sin and far less pleasant. I don’t blame George for preferring Imogen.

“Are you done?” she asks me.

I hold up my paper triumphantly. “Got it!”

Child of Slayer

Child of Watcher

The two become one

The one becomes two

Girls of fire

Protector and Hunter

One to mend the world

And one to tear it asunder

“There’s a postscript, like Arcturius can’t help but comment on his own creepy-ass prophecy. ‘When all else ends, when hope perishes alongside wonder, her darkness shall rise and all shall be eaten.’”

Imogen snorts. “Devoured. Not eaten.”

“In my defense, I’m hungry. Did I get the rest?”

She nods. “With help.”

“Well, even with Artemis’s help, it doesn’t make sense. And it doesn’t have any calamari recipes.” I tuck my papers back into the book.

Rhys returns with the supplies just as the other two Littles break into the library and swarm Imogen. She’s the busiest person in the castle, other than Artemis, who has already left to prepare lunch for everyone. Sometimes I wish my sister belonged as much to me as she does to everyone else.

Rhys strides toward me with the sprain pack. Little George runs at his legs and Rhys trips just before he gets to me. The pack flies out of his hands. Without thinking I lunge and save the kit in midair with one hand, the whole motion feeling surprisingly effortless for my usually uncoordinated self.

“Good catch,” Rhys says. I’d be offended by his surprise if I weren’t experiencing another ripple of anxiety. It was a good catch. Way too good for me.

“Yeah, lucky,” I say, letting out an awkward laugh. I break the ice pack and wrap it into place around Jade’s ankle. “Twenty minutes on, an hour off. I’ll rewrap you when the ice comes off. That will help with the swelling. And rest it as much as possible.”

“Not a problem.” Jade leans back with her eyes closed. She’s substituted all the time she used to spend on magic with sleeping.

I know it’s been rough on her—it’s been rough on everyone, having the entire world change, yet again. But we do what Watchers do: We keep going.

My phone beeps. We avoid contact with the outside world. Paranoia is a permanent result of having all your friends and family blown up. But one person has this number and he’s the highlight of our tenure here in the forest outside a sleepy Irish coastal town. “Cillian’s almost here with the supplies.”

Rhys perks up. “Do you need help?”

“Yes. I don’t know how I’d manage without you. It’s absolutely essential that you come out with me and flirt with your boyfriend while I check over the boxes.”

The great hall of the castle, always chilly, is lit with the late-afternoon sun. The stained-glass windows project squares of blue, red, and green. I fondly pat the massive oak door as I step out into the crisp autumn air. The castle is drafty, with questionable plumbing and dire electrical problems. Most of the windows don’t open, and those that do leak. Half of the rooms are in disrepair, the entire dorm wing is more a repository for junk than a living space, and we can’t even go in the section where the tower used to be because it isn’t safe.

But this castle saved our lives and preserved what few of us are left. And so I love it.

Out in the meadow—which has finally recovered from having a castle magically dropped into the middle of it two years ago—old Bradford Smythe, my great-uncle, is sword fighting with horrible Wanda Wyndam-Pryce. Though sword bickering would be more accurate, since they pause between each block and strike to debate proper stance. The mystery of the Littles escaping is solved. Ruth Zabuto is dead asleep.

I watch her across the meadow to make sure her chest is moving and she’s only dead asleep, not dead dead. She lets out a snore loud enough for me to hear from this distance. Reassured, I follow Rhys to the path outside the castle grounds. I can still hear Wanda and Bradford arguing.

Cillian is on a scooter, boxes strapped to either side. He lifts a hand and waves brightly. His mom used to run the sole magic store in the whole area. Most people have no idea that magic is—was—a real thing. But his mom was a decently talented and knowledgeable witch. And, best of all, one who could keep her mouth shut. Cillian and his mother are the only people alive who know there are still Watchers in existence. That we didn’t all die when we were supposed to.

We haven’t told them much about who we are or what we do. It’s safest that way. And they’ve never asked questions, because we were also their best customers until Buffy killed magic. But even now, Cillian still makes all our nonmagical supply deliveries. Weirdly, online retailers don’t accept “Hidden Castle in the Middle of the Woods Outside Shancoom, Ireland” as a proper address.

Cillian stops his scooter in front of us. “What’s the story?”

“I—”

There’s a flash of movement behind Cillian. A snarl rips apart the air as darkness leaps toward him.

My brain turns off.

My body reacts.

I jump, meeting it midair. We slam into each other. The ground meets us, hard, and we roll. I grab jaws straining for my throat, hot saliva burning where it falls on me.

Then I twist and snap, and the thing falls silent, still, a dead weight on top of me.

I shove it aside and scramble to my feet. My heart is racing, eyes scanning for any other threats, legs ready to leap back into action.

That’s when I hear the screaming. It sounds so far away. Maybe it was happening the whole time? I shake my head, trying to force the world back into focus. And I realize there’s a creature—a dead creature, a creature I somehow killed—at my feet. I stagger backward, using my shirt to rub away the hot sticky mess of its drool still on my neck.

“Artemis!” Bradford Smythe runs up. “Artemis, are you all right?” He hurries past me, bending down to examine the thing. It looks like hell’s version of a dog, which is accurate, because I’m almost certain it’s a hellhound. Black, mottled skin. Patchy fur more like moldy growths. Fangs and claws and single-minded, deadly intentions.

But not anymore. Because I killed it.

I killed it?

Demon, a voice in my head whispers. And it’s not talking about the hellhound.

“Nina,” Rhys says, in as much shock as me.

Bradford Smythe looks up in confusion. “What?”

“Not Artemis. That was Nina. . . . Nina killed it.”

Everyone stares at me like I too have sprouted fangs and claws. I don’t know what just happened. How it happened. Why it happened. I’ve never done anything like that before.

I feel sick and also—elated? That can’t be right. My hands are trembling, but I don’t feel like I need to lie down. I feel like I could run ten miles. Like I could jump straight over the castle. Like I could fight a hundred more—

“I think I need to throw up,” I say, blinking at the dead thing. I’m not a killer. I’m a healer. I fix things. That’s what I do.

“That was impossible.” Rhys studies me like I’m one of his textbooks, like he can’t translate what he’s seeing.

He’s right. I can’t do what I just did.

Bradford Smythe seems less surprised. His shoulders slump as he pulls off his glasses and polishes them with resignation. Why isn’t he shocked, now that he knows it wasn’t Artemis? The look he gives me is one of pity and regret. “We need to call your mother.”

Silver1
20-06-18, 09:08 AM
Oh dear.....

Priceless
20-06-18, 03:18 PM
I actually liked it. I am a fan of the verse, so anything that expands that is good for me. I will reserve judgement on the novel until I read it. We have to remember it's aimed at 12 year olds and will of course be trope-tastic because that's about all you can do in children's books :D

Priceless
17-07-18, 07:31 AM
Tweet from Kiersten White . . .

To answer questions:
Book one of two books
400 pages
107k words
Stars a new Slayer (with cameos...)
Takes the graphic novel timeline into account
Starts after Season Seven
January 8, 2019 (2018 is a typo)
I don't know how you can get one
And YES I AM ALSO FREAKING OUT

Priceless
23-07-18, 07:53 PM
I know I'm the only one who intends to buy this book, but I still intend to tell you about it . . . Hey, if they can reboot Buffy, this counts too :D

SLAYER, the start of a new series in the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, comes out January 8, 2019.

WHERE?
You can preorder SLAYER from any major retailer!

WHAT?
I know! I know! I can’t believe it either.

HOW?
My editor Liesa Abrams and I met several years ago at Comic-Con. I happened to be wearing a Sunnydale High School tee shirt, because of course I was. So when Liesa needed a writer to create new stories in the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, she thought of me. I hemmed and hawed and debated just kidding I immediately answered back in all caps.

WHO?
The book stars Nina, a new Slayer with a painful connection to Buffy.

WHEN?
The book takes place after season seven of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. There are also (many) graphic novels that take place after the end of the show’s run. SLAYER fits in not long after the events of season eight.

But what about FRAY?
Nina is the last Slayer of the old lines. As far as anyone in this timeline is concerned, she’s the last one, ever. When Melaka Fray is called, there has not been a new Slayer in centuries. And yes, Nina is a twin, and yes, in Fray it’s mentioned that, as far as they know, there was never a twin called to be Slayer. I’m leaning into that “as far as they know” loophole. When Nina is chosen, it’s an incredibly chaotic time. The Watchers are almost all gone and there are over a thousand living Slayers. Nina and Artemis’s twinhood was lost to poor record keeping and the passing of three hundred years.

I’ve never read the graphic novels/finished watching the series/watched any of the series. Can I still read the book?
Yes! Absolutely. This is meant to be an entry into the world of Buffy for everyone. But of course I always recommend watching the series! And I envy you for getting to experience it for the first time. The graphic novels are bananas (centaur-Dawn, anyone?) and super fun, too, if you haven’t gotten around to them yet. But in the book I give Buffyverse History 101 and catch you up on any details you’ll need to know in order to enjoy SLAYER.

Is SLAYER canon?
All my storylines are approved by The Powers that Be. I’ve also worked very hard to make certain it fits within existing canon without contradicting anything. I know how much the Buffyverse means to its fans, and I put in a tremendous amount of time and research out of respect for my fellow Scoobies.

Is this a series?
Yes! SLAYER will be followed by a sequel.

Did you hear about the reboot/are you involved in the reboot/do you have any details about the reboot/WHAT REBOOT THIS IS THE FIRST I’VE HEARD/etc?
I heard at the same time as the rest of the internet, while I was in the middle of a signing at Comic-Con where I had to pretend not to be losing my mind. I am not involved and I don’t have any details. I’m looking forward to more news as it develops, and that’s my only official opinion…but if you see me at a festival, con, or signing, by all means, let’s talk!

Who is your favorite character in BtVS?
Buffy, obviously. Followed by Anya.

What is your Buffy ship?
I ship Buffy and long-term financial stability and happiness.

What’s your favorite episode?
Next you’re going to ask which of my kids is my favorite. (Hush! Once More with Feeling! The Body! Buffy Vs Dracula! Tabula Rasa! The Zeppo! Normal Again! Fear, Itself! Etc etc etc)

What’s your favorite season?
Three, but most of my favorite episodes come in four, five, and six.

And finally, do you know how lucky you are?
Yes. Yes, I do.

Stoney
23-07-18, 08:06 PM
So, 'no it isn't official canon'. :p

I wonder if she has considered not contradicting canon which goes beyond where she is joining in as well as before. It will be interesting to hear if it does fit in. If it does and it gets great reviews I'll still consider getting it, but the snippet provided didn't give me high expectations, I didn't even finish it before I got bored.

Priceless
23-07-18, 08:08 PM
So, 'no it isn't official canon'. :p

I wonder if she has considered not contradicting canon which goes beyond where she is joining in as well as before. It will be interesting to hear if it does fit in. If it does and it gets great reviews I'll still consider getting it, but the snippet provided didn't give me high expectations, I didn't even finish it before I got bored.

She does say her storylines have been approved by The Powers That Be, which I've taken to mean that it does not contradict canon?

Stoney
23-07-18, 08:15 PM
She does say her storylines have been approved by The Powers That Be, which I've taken to mean that it does not contradict canon?

Getting approval to make it doesn't mean much. Joss didn't want to be involved in JMs story, had refused to do it before, they eventually produced ITL with his name notably absent and even though they used a character from it they confirmed afterwards that despite that it still wasn't official canon. :noidea: Writing something that you think fits that they don't mind you producing isn't what makes things canon. I suspect getting approval when it isn't going to be canon and isn't going to bear Joss's name isn't horrifically difficult. Possibly especially if a percentage of sales is being passed on just from the pleasure of getting to use the name 'officially' which I think is all it means.

What I'm wondering is if she is trying to slot in at the end of S8 will she ignore all the verse events that follow that in canon. So will she acknowledge/include zompires? Stick to the loss of magic unless items are magical artefacts? Or will it just be set in a different country so that all canon events that are happening are 'elsewhere'? Wasn't it UK based? That will make ignoring the S11 events easy then (not that she'd get that far along in the first book I'm sure).

Priceless
23-07-18, 08:21 PM
From what I remember from the snippets we've seen, it was sent in rural Ireland. Perhaps she'll go to Magic Town (Londodn) and meet Angel and Faith :D

Priceless
07-11-18, 04:59 PM
Kiersten White has tweeted

SLAYER will have an exclusive @BNBuzz edition with a bonus short story...from FAITH’S POV! B&N buy link here so your edition can be five by five: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/slayer-kiersten-white/1128863862 …

This is my first ever special edition of a book! And I got to write FAITH. Dreams upon dreams come true! Every order from (and only from!) @BNBuzz will be the special edition! Again: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/slayer-kiersten-white/1128863862 …

White is writing a bonus short story featuring Faith which will be within the Slayer book. I wonder, if she has permission to write for this character, if other Buffyverse characters will appear in the body of the story.