Denille had
been a massive fan of the Blood Night series since the first book was published
over ten years ago. She had signed copies of Blood Night, Blood Night: Hunt,
and Blood Night: Lust. She would have a signed copy of Blood Night: Love, but the author, Geraldine Moore had unfortunately canceled her appearance at the national fan convention, BN:SF ’15.
It hadn’t bothered her at the time however because Blood Night: Spoons and
Forks was where she Met Quentin Todd. While he wasn’t a fan of the series his
little sister was and he had taken her to every BNSF since it began in ’07.
She and
Quentin hit it off almost instantly. They lived in the same city and had a
natural chemistry that made her feel good. They moved in together just after
BN:SF’ 16, and she found him in bed with her best friend the first night of BN:SF’
17. He had had a ‘cold’ which he was going to try and sleep off so he could
join her and his sister for day two. She had dropped his sister at his parents
place and come home early because his sister wasn’t feeling well either and discovered
his highly questionable cold fighting method.
Newly
single, and free of a best friend Denille decided to take a trip she had been
dreaming of since the first time she read Moore’s wonderfully quaint
descriptions of Spoonerville. She had plenty of vacation accrued at work and
had a savings account she had been building up just for this trip, which she
had fully planned out every single detail of within thirty six hours of leaving
BN:SF ’11. It was her first BN:SF and while she had loved the books, she had
never considered herself a super fan until that year. Her trip notebook was buried
in a box she came across on the weekend that Quentin had come to collect the
last of his things. She was so entranced re-reading her own plans that she hadn’t even heard him try to
talk her into reconsidering ending the relationship as she shut the door in his
face.
She had
printed out menus of the restaurants the characters ate at, practically
memorized the layout of the motel they stayed in at one point in the story when
Carol’s father’s home was burned down by an aggressive lone werewolf looking to
get revenge on the tribe for forcing him out. She had bought a map of the area
and cut Spoonerville out and marked the real life locations of every store,
every landmark, and every character home that actually existed, and in the
decade since the novels were released, there were more ‘real life’ locations than
there had ever been before, and she was going to visit every, single, one.
