A Father and Daughter Love Story

The first two novels of my Remnant series are about a father and his daughter. One of the ways I pitched the story to myself, years ago before I started writing it, was me asking myself, “Why do all love stories have to be the same? Why do all love stories have to be about romance?” There are more types of love than romantic. Love is the most powerful, and the most defining, feeling that humans feel. It comes in different shapes and sizes. The only kind of love story that I think is truly interesting, and truly worth anyone’s time when it comes to fiction, is not two people falling in love and living happily ever after, it’s the love a parent has for their baby. There are many father and son, mother and daughter stories out there, but I don’t often come across father and daughter stories. The only one I can really think of is the 2005 movie War of the Worlds, but that was more about survival than about the characters. I wanted to do something different. Remnant and Resurrection are about survival, but are more about the characters.

Theia is only eleven years old in the first two novels. She’s a child, with no extensive life experience. And society collapses before she even hits her teen years. It’s an awful situation for everyone, so imagine how horrible it would be for a child. Theia is strong-willed, wise for her age, compassionate and altruistic, and never gives up, but she has her limits. She can’t endure every traumatic, agonizing, confusing, and unfair experience she has… Not on her own. She’s not just a kid, she’s human. We all need others to help keep us strong. This is where her father comes in, and it gets complicated.

Ethan is a ruthless mob enforcer. He has a lot of blood on his hands. To most people that is all there is to know about him. Theia, though, knows Ethan to be a patient, instructive, affectionate, father. She knows there’s a lot of good in him. She’s seen it. He taught her to be good, and he’s never harmed her. But Ethan knows what he is. He sees himself as a monster. So, while the world is falling apart around them, while anarchy is destroying the fabric of what was once a great nation and civilization, what are Theia and Ethan to do?

The Resurrection arc is really a giant metaphor for my own feelings about fatherhood. I am not a father, but for most of my life I have wanted to be. It’s what I want to do more than anything else in the world, more than getting married, more than writing books… But I’m 25, and most of the people I know already have kids, even the people who are a couple years younger than me. So, why haven’t I become a father yet? Because I’m terrified of not being good enough. I’m afraid of a thousand different possibilities in which my child could be harmed. I’m afraid of not teaching the right things, or not teaching enough. I think if you’re a parent, you’re not allowed to fail. You must get it right the first time. I could never forgive myself if I looked away for just thirty seconds and then find that my child drank bleach, even if they survived it.

I based the character of Ethan on myself. I consider his personality a more extreme version of my own. I wanted the first two books, the Resurrection arc, to be about his struggle finding a way to be Theia’s father despite his past atrocities toward others, and his mob connections, etc. I may not be a father yet, but I know what it’s like to want to be good for your child, and I know what it’s like to be a child that has flawed parents.

If you’re interested in reading Remnant and Resurrection, you can click the links there to download or order them. Or, you can download/order the Resurrection Arc omnibus, which is both books combined.

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