People have asked me how I came to write my series entitled THE FALLEN, and I thought I’d explain a little of the background. I’ve always had a thing for Fallen Angels.  Interesting that most angels appear to be female, and most of the fallen ones are male (all of them in my particular universe).  I’m not sure what that has to say about gender issues, but I’ll go with it.  I figure men have been in power long enough that anything I do to throw the balance over the other way is a good thing.  In fact, before they changed the hymnals at my liberal/radical protestant church (and they went waaay too far, IMHO) I used to changed genders all the time, as in “let sisters now rejoice” instead of “brothers” and “mother” instead of “father.”  The only one I kept was “Turn back, o man, forswear thy foolish ways” because God knows, men are foolish.

Speaking of God, I originally wanted to make him the villain in my series of books known as The Fallen.  I mean, the old testament god was a mean mother … he’d wipe out towns, including babies and old people, simply because one person was blasphemous.  Some of the acts attributed to Him are more suited to some ancient Roman or Egyptian god who was nothing but trouble, and in truth, that’s more likely where the stories come from.  My particular god is a nice, cozy, forgiving god, not the type to smite indiscriminately.

But the mean god makes for good fiction, so I took those stories from the old testament to create my very harsh deity, then had to figure out what to do with him, since having God as the uber-villain seemed a bit risky.  I made him take a powder when he handed over free will, and turned the one remaining archangel who hadn’t fallen into the force of evil, though who’s to say whether I might not redeem him eventually as well.  Anything’s possible.

So I had my sex fallen angels, but you know, I’ve always loved vampires.  In fact, I’d been dying to write about vampires (I will always be madly in love with Spike) and hell, why can’t angels be vampires as well?

I used the Book of Enoch, an ancient text that isn’t currently part of either Hebrew or Christian scripture, as a starting point for the world of the Fallen.  I named their mist-shrouded world “Sheol,” which usually is seen as a synonym for Hell but actually means “the hidden place.”  I played around with “thou shalt not eat blood” and recast the Nephilim, who were originally the offspring of the fallen angels who fell in love with human women, and instead made them the second wave.  The first wave, the Fallen, were condemned to drink book, the second, the Nephilim, eat flesh.  Human flesh.  Well, angel flesh in particular, and they’re nasty.

Given the antiquity of the old testament, I could find a theory to encompass anything I wanted to write, so I was able to pluck some stuff from King James, some from the Book of Enoch, a bit from other apocryphal works, and had lots of fun doing it.  The bad guys are so deliciously evil, in particular the evil Uriel, last of the Archangels and God’s enforcer.

The lovely thing about fiction is that you can pick and choose what works for you.  I now have a full shelf of angel research books, and I used what worked for me and discarded the rest.   It’s a fascinating world, and once my army of Fallen Angels find where Lucifer is entombed and go to war against the angels of heaven all hell will break loose.  Not in these two books, however.  They’re just getting started.

I have no idea where people will like these books, but more me, gorgeous fallen angels who drink the blood of their mate as so luscious I can devour them.  I just hope I can find readers who feel the same way.

~ Kristina Douglas aka Anne Stuart