Monday, November 2, 2026

 #Authorinterview with Alejandro Torres De la Rocha

Today, Feathered Quill reviewer Ephantus Muriuki is talking with Alejandro Torres De la Rocha, author of Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel Or Not Too Real?.

FQ: Was there a specific real-world show or media trend that sparked the initial idea for this book, or was it simply an original idea?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: No single television show inspired the idea, although my love for Bravo and the Real Housewives franchises is very real! Hi, Andy! Love what you're doing, keep it up! But seriously, why no Dallas on RHUGT: Roaring 20th? Huh?

Anyway, the origins of Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel or Not Too Real? go all the way back to 1999, when I was fifteen years old.

I originally wrote Mortal Vengeance as a script while attending an all-boys Jesuit school in Santo Domingo. My motivation? Using fiction to punish my Spanish teacher for giving me my first D. Yes, I was apparently already a very well-adjusted teenager.

I revisited that manuscript in 2025, transforming it into the novel readers know today. The original version had more characters, and Mónika had a very different ending. Back in 1999, there were plenty of things I didn't understand, especially how to write female characters or integrate them organically into the story.

When I finished the new draft, I realized how much I'd grown to root for Mónika as the story progressed. She had the potential to become a fan favorite, and I knew I was going to hate myself, and probably get plenty of hate from readers, if I killed her off. So I decided to keep her alive. And since I'd already joked about Mónika wanting her own reality television show, I thought, Well, why not give her one?

Initially, the reality show could have been nothing more than a footnote between Books 1 and 2, something the characters might mention in passing. But instead of jumping straight into the sequel, I wrote Mortal Vengeance: A Grim Tale, a prequel that didn't exist in my original 1999 trilogy.

Unlike Mortal Vengeance, A Grim Tale isn't a slasher. It's an intense psychological thriller that follows Julián Díaz, a character who was essentially a footnote in Book 1's B-Roll section, where his experiences show readers just how terrible Profesora Lourdes really is, rather than having other characters tell them. In A Grim Tale, we follow Julián's psychological deterioration throughout the school year. In my completely unbiased opinion, it's a great book: tense, dark, and emotionally demanding. But maintaining that level of psychological tension throughout the writing process can put an author in a pretty heavy headspace. At least, it did for me.

Knowing that I still had this reality television premise waiting for me in the sequel, I decided to have a little fun with the characters in A Grim Tale. There's a moment when Julián's mental state has deteriorated so badly that he begins hallucinating the events leading up to the school debate and soccer tournament as the cold open and opening credits of a reality television show. Even Julián recognizes that something is seriously wrong with him.

It's an absurd moment in an otherwise very dark story, but it gave me the creative breathing room I needed. More importantly, it convinced me that the reality television premise could work.

And when you look back at the previous books, the groundwork was already there. Pop culture has always been part of the characters' world, whether they're discussing comic books, celebrity culture, or Teresa Giudice flipping tables on The Real Housewives of New Jersey. But perhaps more importantly, social media and the power of recorded footage were already integral to the storytelling.

We see Melissa putting Elías on blast during a livestream with Mónika and María, an event presented from two different perspectives across Mortal Vengeance and A Grim Tale. There's even the hashtag: #TheyDontGetToseeUBleedTheyGet2SeeYouLeave. The Grim Cojuelo also weaponizes footage against Melissa and sends recordings to the students while they're at school. And, most significantly, the killer livestreams the final showdown.

So the idea of turning tragedy into something people could watch, share, and consume wasn't new to the series. The characters were already living in a world where private suffering could become public entertainment, and where controlling what people saw could be just as powerful as controlling what actually happened. The reality show took those ideas to their logical, and considerably more outrageous, conclusion.

And then there's the Dominican Republic itself. If you really think about it, had something like the events of Mortal Vengeance happened in real life, I wouldn't be surprised if the public's morbid curiosity eventually transformed the survivors into celebrities, with someone offering them their own reality show.

There's something deeply unsettling about how easily tragedy can become entertainment, especially when people are willing to watch, participate, and profit from it.

So while my love for reality television certainly influenced how I approached the sequel, the premise wasn't inspired by one particular show. It evolved organically from the characters, from the creative process of writing the prequel, and from observing our fascination with other people's lives and suffering.

And as for whether something like that could really happen in the Dominican Republic? Well, for all intents and purposes, let's hope we never have to find out.

FQ: I am privileged to have read both Books 1 and 2. How did your approach to writing this story change from the first book now that you were navigating the world of reality television and media exploitation, rather than just the initial school massacre?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: Once I committed to having the characters participate in a reality television show, I knew there were certain rules I had to follow. First and foremost, the reality show could not be a gimmick. It had to be an integral part of the story, not just an excuse to put the survivors in front of cameras before another masked killer showed up.

I didn't want to simply tell readers that the characters were filming a reality show, occasionally show them on set, or have them discuss their latest episode or promotional appearances. I wanted readers to experience the actual finished product that the fictional audience was watching. It had to be immediately recognizable as a reality television episode, complete with confessionals, editing, captions, dramatic confrontations, and all the ridiculous conventions that make the genre so entertaining. Ideally, I wanted readers to think, You know what? I'd actually watch this show.

But it also had to be consequential. If you removed The Real Scholars of Excelsior Academy from the novel, the entire story should fall apart because you've removed essential narrative pillars. That's where the show became something of a Trojan horse. Readers might think they're watching the cast bicker, flirt, gossip, or manufacture drama, but those apparently frivolous moments are also developing characters, establishing relationships, revealing motivations, planting evidence, and setting up events that will become significant much later.

Another important rule was that the show had to remain a reality show, even as the horror escalated. I couldn't suddenly abandon its identity and turn every episode into a succession of murders, ominous shadows, and frightening encounters. The ordinary absurdities of reality television still needed to exist alongside the increasingly extraordinary circumstances. The WatchMojo countdown, for example, demonstrates how that entertainment format can remain relevant to the narrative while also serving a much larger purpose, including setting up plot points for Book 3.

From a technical standpoint, I also approached the narration differently. During televised sequences, I deliberately withheld access to the characters' internal thoughts and reflections. Readers are watching the edited version of events, just as the fictional audience is. They can observe someone's behavior, listen to a confession, or witness an argument, but they don't necessarily know what that person is thinking, concealing, or intending. That's where the distinction between performance and persona, between what's reel and what's real, matters most.

It also allowed me to develop the camera as both a weapon and a witness. Footage can expose the truth, but it can also be edited, manipulated, weaponized, or stripped of its original context. And because the reader is consuming that footage, they're participating in the same process as the show's audience, whether they realize it or not.

But perhaps the most important evolution was how I approached exploitation itself.

In Mortal Vengeance and A Grim Tale, institutional exploitation is built around silence. Excelsior Academy and its authorities want to suppress the truth, protect their reputations, and keep the students and survivors voiceless. The institution demands their silence, and that silence becomes another form of complicity.

In Mortal Vengeance II, the media appears to offer the exact opposite. Shane Harper wants these people to speak! She wants them to expose their secrets, confront their trauma, discuss their relationships, and reveal everything they've spent years trying to hide. She gives them a brightly illuminated stage, cameras, microphones, and an audience eager to hear their stories.

And isn't that wonderful? After everything they've endured, someone finally wants to give them a voice!

Except, of course, there's a catch.

The institution wanted to control their stories by preventing them from being told. The media wants to control those same stories by deciding how they're told, what gets included, what gets edited out, and how the audience is supposed to interpret them.

One demands silence in the name of protecting the institution. The other demands disclosure in the name of sharing their stories. But neither is particularly interested in allowing these people to own their narratives.

Both believe they have a claim over the survivors' voices, identities, and experiences. One wants to bury their trauma; the other wants to monetize it.

And that's what makes the transition from Mortal Vengeance to Mortal Vengeance II so interesting to me. The characters may have escaped Excelsior Academy, but they haven't necessarily escaped the systems that exploited them. They've simply moved from an institution that wanted nobody to hear them to an entertainment industry that wants everybody watching.

The question is no longer just whether they'll finally be allowed to speak. It's whether anything they say will still belong to them once the cameras stop rolling.

FQ: The "Credit Index" at the back, detailing the reality TV quotes used for chapter titles, is a fascinating addition. Is it a way to honor the source material?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: Absolutely! The Credit Index is my way of thanking, honoring, crediting, respecting, highlighting, and celebrating reality television celebrities. Or rather, the people behind those television personalities, who have done something I think is wonderfully brave: stepped in front of a recording camera and dared to be wholeheartedly themselves.

In doing so, they've exposed themselves and their families, willingly or not, to hatred, ridicule, mockery, and bullying. They've allowed millions of strangers to form opinions about who they are, how they behave, and what kind of people they must be, often based on a heavily edited version of their lives.

And I think we should be careful about judging them. Let's not pretend we know these people or understand their reasons for participating. We don't. Let's not reduce everything to money and confidently declare that we'd do the same thing for a paycheck. God knows most of us are already willing to embarrass ourselves on social media for likes and giggles! But that's nowhere near the same level of exposure, and certainly not the same vulnerability that comes with putting yourself, your relationships, and your family in front of millions of viewers.

That takes a pair. Cojones or ovaries, take your pick. They're both eggs!

But there's also a much more personal reason behind the Credit Index.

That angry fifteen-year-old who wrote the original Mortal Vengeance trilogy was also a frightened, closeted sixteen-year-old boy attending an all-boys Catholic school and growing up in a conservative family in the Caribbean.

And one day, that boy turned on MTV and watched The Real World: New Orleans.

There was Danny Roberts, living his life in front of the cameras, and I heard him say something in French that I couldn't yet bring myself to say in any language:

Je suis pédé.

Moi aussi, Danny. Moi aussi.

His boyfriend's face might have been blurred, but there was Danny, showing the world who he was, even when the world wasn't necessarily ready to accept him.

And somewhere in Santo Domingo, a frightened teenager was watching, realizing that someone out there was like him. Someone who was brave enough to say it out loud. Someone who made him believe that perhaps, one day, he could find the courage to do the same.

To show himself.

That's something I have never forgotten.

So yes, the Credit Index is absolutely a tribute to the people whose words, personalities, arguments, friendships, and unforgettable television moments have entertained us over the years. But it's also an acknowledgment that their willingness to be seen can have consequences far beyond entertainment. Sometimes, without ever knowing it, they give someone watching at home the courage to imagine a different life for themselves.

And I think that deserves a little recognition, don't you?

Oh, and hopefully the Credit Index also helps keep me from getting sued by anyone.

That would be nice, too.

FQ: What was the process of compiling the Dominicanismos glossary? Was it difficult? Did it teach you anything new about your own native slang?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: My Mexican brother-in-law once told my sister, "It's such a pity to have resources and just let them go to waste."

Why am I quoting him? Well, bear with me.

When it came to incorporating Dominicanismos organically into the story, that was the easiest part. I just had to write them. I might live in Barcelona now, but I was born and raised in the Dominican Republic, and I still visit quite frequently. The expressions, slang, and peculiarities of Dominican Spanish naturally made their way into the dialogue because that's how we speak. I wasn't sitting there thinking, Hmm, how can I make this character sound more Dominican? They already were Dominican.

Now, there's something that drives me absolutely crazy when I'm reading a book written in one established language and suddenly another language or an unfamiliar expression appears. Either a conveniently positioned character turns into a talking parrot, immediately translating everything into the established language, or we're treated to a parenthetical explanation that practically interrupts the conversation to deliver a linguistic dissertation.

Don't get me wrong, the occasional parrot character can be useful. But please, not every single time someone opens their mouth!

And here's the thing about Dominicanismos: they don't necessarily need explaining only to English-speaking readers. Someone from Spain, Mexico, Argentina, or practically any other Spanish-speaking country might have absolutely no idea what a particular Dominican expression means. We share a language, but we certainly don't always speak it the same way.

I wanted to remain faithful to my characters, my culture, and the setting without constantly interrupting the narrative to explain what everyone was saying, while still making the story accessible to readers regardless of their familiarity with Dominican Spanish. A glossary seemed like the most practical solution. Readers who understand the expressions can keep reading, while those who don't can look them up without having the dialogue explained to them every five minutes.

To be clear: the story, the characters, and the Dominicanismos were already there. But once the manuscript was finished, I had a rather tedious task ahead of me: identifying all those expressions, figuring out where they first appeared, recording the corresponding chapters, and making sure I wasn't including duplicates.

And this is where my brother-in-law's observation comes in.

I asked ChatGPT to read the entire manuscript, identify the Dominicanismos where they first appeared, record their respective chapters, eliminate duplicates, and organize everything into a table in a downloadable document.

I didn't need artificial intelligence to teach me how Dominicans speak or to invent dialogue for my characters. I needed help organizing something I'd already written. There is a considerable difference between creating a story and using a tool to help catalog its contents.

And yes, I checked its work.

Was it difficult? Writing the Dominicanismos wasn't. The tedious part would have been manually combing through the entire manuscript, keeping track of every expression and its first appearance. That's precisely the kind of work where using an available resource makes perfect sense.

As for whether it taught me anything new about my own slang, the process made me more conscious of just how much of our cultural identity is embedded in expressions we use without giving them a second thought. What sounds completely ordinary to someone from Santo Domingo might be utterly baffling to someone from Madrid, even though we're supposedly speaking the same language.

And I rather love that.

The glossary wasn't an attempt to translate the Dominican identity out of the novel to make it more accessible. Quite the opposite. It was a way of preserving that identity while inviting readers from elsewhere to understand it. Because if I'm writing a story set in the Dominican Republic, populated by Dominican characters, why on earth would I have them speak as though they're auditioning for a neutral-Spanish dubbing job?

And could one or two expressions have slipped through the cracks? Of course. We're talking about a manuscript that took nine months to reach a final draft, followed by another five months of editing, reviewing, rewriting, and rechecking. I wouldn't pretend that a glossary could capture every linguistic nuance of Dominican Spanish, nor was that ever its purpose. What matters is that readers can understand the characters without sacrificing the authenticity of how they speak.

Besides, as my brother-in-law would say, it would be such a pity to have all these resources and just let them go to waste!

FQ: What kind of research went into capturing the reality show world so authentically?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: I'd really love to sell myself here as some sort of Elle Woods, suddenly getting serious, hitting the books, taking meticulous notes, and putting together an impressive research montage. But that wasn't exactly the case.

The truth is, I enjoy reality television, and I've been watching it for decades. And I haven't just watched the shows. Over the years, I've also read books like The Andy Cohen Diaries: A Deep Look at a Shallow Year. Then, earlier this year, Netflix released this tiny, obscure docuseries that practically nobody watched, Reality Check: Inside America's Next Top Model.

But here's the thing: none of this fell into my lap because I was researching Mortal Vengeance II. I've always been interested in getting the full story, or at least as much of it as possible.

When you've followed these shows for years, you naturally start following the people involved beyond their television appearances. You check out their social media accounts, listen to their podcasts (hi, Bethenny!), watch their interviews, and inevitably find yourself down a YouTube rabbit hole of former cast members, producers, and other people revealing what supposedly really happened behind the scenes.

And that's where things get interesting.

Of course, you have to remember that everyone is telling their own version of events. Just because someone goes on a podcast and reveals what they claim is the truth doesn't mean you're suddenly getting the full picture. Their version might be just as selective as the edited television episode they're criticizing. So you listen, compare, question, and occasionally find those little hidden gems that reveal something about how the whole machinery works.

And I find that fascinating! Not just the arguments, the table-flipping, or the outrageous confessionals, but how these shows are constructed, how people become characters, how reputations are shaped, and how the same incident can become two completely different stories depending on who's telling it.

So when I started writing Mortal Vengeance II, I wasn't approaching reality television as an unfamiliar world I needed to research from scratch. It was a world I'd been following, enjoying, and questioning for years. The challenge was taking that familiarity and translating it into a fictional reality show that felt authentic, entertaining, and believable, while making it an essential part of a psychological horror story.

I suppose you could say I've been doing research for this book for most of my life. I just didn't realize I was doing it. And I certainly wasn't getting paid for it!

Beyond that, of course, Mortal Vengeance II is a work of fiction, and any resemblance between its fictional characters or events and actual people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

So I'm just going to pretend I'm a guest on Watch What Happens Live and plead the fifth!

FQ: The characters, Alex and Melissa, have now evolved over two books. Did that surprise you while writing this sequel?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: Characters can take you in unexpected directions during the writing process, but their evolution, Alex's in particular, was something I deliberately wanted to honor rather than undo.

In the original Mortal Vengeance, Alex and his actions are purposefully ambiguous. I wanted readers to question how truthful he was, how manipulative he was, and whether they could tell the difference. I've read comments suggesting he wasn't really in love with Melissa, that he only wanted her because Enrique did. I enjoyed discovering that interpretation. His love for her is real, but the fact that readers questioned it told me the ambiguity was working.

His growth also begins in that first book. After reconciling with Mario while in jail, Alex starts making small but meaningful efforts to be more present and accountable. He asks Mario about his father and whether he's coming to visit, showing that he's listened to his friend. Later, following the Grim Cojuelo's unmasking, Alex acknowledges his responsibility for the events that unfolded. He didn't wield the scythe, but he recognizes how his actions and cowardice contributed to the tragedy. That's considerable growth to carry into a sequel.

The first book also reveals that Alex has borderline personality disorder. Now imagine experiencing everything he did and having to live with the consequences. Does he use his diagnosis as an excuse, a crutch, something to blame? Or can it become another dimension through which to explore his evolution? His BPD is part of his experience, but it doesn't define his morality or excuse his choices. What interested me was understanding what could motivate him to change. His love for Melissa, his friendship with Mario, and the fear of losing those relationships give him something worth fighting for.

The prequel, Mortal Vengeance: A Grim Tale, allowed me to explore his more monstrous side without undoing that development, since its events precede the original novel.

When I began writing Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel or Not Too Real?, I considered whether Alex should try teaching someone another lesson and set another revenge story in motion. But why reset him to his original state? That would be boring and cheap. If you're continuing the story, continue the characters' journeys.

Three years later, Alex hasn't been sanitized. He's not an angel, and his friends should know that by now. He's also been branded the "bad boy," the "evil genius," by Shane Harper's show. Shane needs him to be bad, the audience expects him to be bad, and Alex willingly plays along.

But underneath that performance, he's genuinely trying to put in the work. And I wasn't going to make it easy for him. Throughout the sequel, he's tested repeatedly, and we see flashes of the old Alex threatening to take over. He knows what he's capable of, and what frightens him isn't only the possibility of losing control, but knowing that part of him might actually enjoy it. He also knows what surrendering to those impulses could cost him: everything he's spent three years rebuilding.

So what does genuine growth look like? Is it never feeling those impulses again, or recognizing them and choosing what to do with them? And what happens when the people you love are threatened, and the part of yourself you've worked so hard to contain starts looking dangerously useful?

Alex knows his past actions were monstrous. He knows people see him as a monster. He knows he's playing one on television. But is he still that monster?

Or is it all just a long con?

Now, when it comes to Melissa, I loved reversing her role with Alex's from the first book. Although the sequel labels her the "final girl," technically, I'd argue that Alex occupies that role in Mortal Vengeance.

Think about the slasher conventions. The Grim Cojuelo targets Alex, hunts him, and he survives long enough to be rescued by the hero. And that hero is Melissa. She's initially attacked and left helpless, but ultimately confronts and shoots both killers. During graduation, it's Melissa, not Alex, who delivers the valedictorian speech and, alongside Mónika, demands justice. The genre roles were deliberately inverted.

But at what price? Melissa had to shoot two friends, one of whom regarded her almost as a little sister. She lost one of her best friends and the first boy who entered her life after a toxic relationship. That's an extraordinary amount of trauma to carry.

Yet, on the very first page of Mortal Vengeance II, she's introduced as the "final girl." That's her brand now. She's the nice one, the sweet one, the "Saint With a Shot." Now, splash, splash, Nemo! If you've read the book, you'll understand that reference.

But underneath that image, Melissa is struggling with the guilt of having taken two lives, the trauma she still carries, and her developing relationship with Alex. Opening herself to that relationship means confronting parts of her past she'd rather leave behind. And now she's participating in a reality show where every private struggle could become public entertainment.

Is she really that nice? That ray of light everyone insists she is? Or is that the version of Melissa everyone wants to see?

Her world also expands with the arrival of her cousin Ana Sofía, while Shane Harper's determination to exploit the cast's personal histories threatens to reopen wounds Melissa has spent years trying to heal.

And that's what interests me about both characters. Alex is expected to remain the villain, while Melissa is expected to remain the heroine. Neither is allowed much room to be anything else. And Shane Harper certainly isn't in the business of letting anyone outgrow a profitable storyline.

Which brings me to Alex and Melissa. Melissa and Alex. Malex, if you will.

Now, the book is coming out soon, and I'm certainly not going to spoil where that particular relationship goes. But remember how Mortal Vengeance ends. During her graduation speech, Melissa acknowledges that Alex is being blamed for everything, but she doesn't blame him. Later, when he asks whether he has a place in her future, she tells him yes, although it will take work.

"As friends."

Well, three years have passed. Have they put in the work? And if they have, what does that relationship look like now?

I suppose you'll have to tune in to find out!

FQ: I noticed that the title "To Reel or Not Too Real?" is a clever pun on a famous Shakespeare quote. How did you settle on it?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: It is! And isn't that the question?

Although, being bilingual, I have to point out that Shakespeare's famous "To be or not to be" could be two questions in Spanish, since we have two different verbs for "to be": ser and estar. But let's not get into an existential and linguistic crisis right now. We've got enough problems!

There's also the little matter of this being a sequel. I wanted to have some fun with the title and find different ways of saying Mortal Vengeance 2 without using the digit. Between the Roman numeral II, To, and Too, I managed to sneak in three different ways of saying "two." And yes, I thought I was being terribly clever. Still do, actually!

But there's a more serious reason behind the title.

Just look at how we present ourselves on social media. We carefully construct personas and curate lives that often bear little resemblance to our everyday reality. It's good for a reel, sure. But is it real?

Nobody wants to expose every intimate detail of their personal life to public scrutiny, and there's nothing inherently wrong with showing people the best version of ourselves. The problem begins when we start mistaking that carefully selected version for the complete truth.

And there's a fascinating contradiction. We constantly hear people telling us to be authentic, to show our true selves, to be real. But the moment you decide to record something, knowing you're going to edit it, package it, and publish it for an audience, you've already introduced an element of performance. That doesn't necessarily mean what you're showing is false. It means it's incomplete.

Then we upload it, hoping people will understand who we are, only to become furious when they form opinions based on what we've shown them. Suddenly it's, "You don't know me!"

Well, of course they don't! They know the version of you that you chose to put online.

And the more engagement a particular persona generates, the more incentive there is to keep performing it. If people love you because you're always positive, what happens when you're miserable? And if everyone expects you to be the villain, what happens when you no longer want to play that part?

That's where Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel or Not Too Real? comes in. The characters are participating in a reality television show where they're supposedly revealing their authentic selves. But they're also performing for cameras, navigating public expectations, and allowing a production company to decide which parts of their lives become entertainment.

So what's real? What's simply good for a reel? And, perhaps more importantly, when does reality become too real?

We demand that people show us who they really are, but how much are we entitled to see? Their relationships? Their humiliations? Their trauma? And what happens when the cameras capture something that was never supposed to be entertainment in the first place?

That's ultimately why I settled on the title. I wanted something playful, theatrical, and immediately recognizable, but also something that would become increasingly uncomfortable as the story progressed.

We demand authenticity, reward fakeness, and fail to recognize reality even when it becomes too real.

FQ: Did you ever struggle with the decision of which characters had to die to serve the story?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: Yes. A lot!

You should've seen me as a teenager. Back then, I'd create characters just so I could have the "fun" of killing them off. Teenage me needed therapy!

But now, as an adult, when death comes for a character, I genuinely feel bad. I enjoy these characters, their relationships, their interactions, and putting them in situations that allow different sides of their personalities to emerge. So when I have to remove one of them from the story, it really does feel like a loss. And if there's going to be a loss, then that loss needs to be earned and serve the story.

There's a character death in Mortal Vengeance II that doesn't happen at the hands of the masked killer. It's an accident. So why kill that character? And if I was going to kill them anyway, why not let the Grim Cojuelo do it?

Because that particular death serves a much larger purpose. It pushes another character's actions toward horrific, identifiable consequences, reinforcing something I've explored throughout the series: you don't need to wield a scythe or wear a mask to become a monster yourself.

There's a lot of death in this book, and it comes from many different places. Some deaths are brutal, others are tragic, and one happens so quickly that you won't see it coming. Neither did the character! But I wanted every death to have a reason for being there, whether through its immediate impact on the story or the consequences it leaves behind.

Readers might come into the sequel assuming that the new cast members are redshirts, characters introduced to increase the body count while the original survivors remain protected. But that's not how I approach these stories. Nobody is automatically expendable, and nobody gets plot armor simply because they've been around longer.

That's also why deaths from the previous books, especially María's and Julián's, continue to affect the surviving characters years later. Their stories didn't end when they died. Their absence continues to shape the decisions, relationships, guilt, and grief of those left behind.

I try to give my characters enough depth that readers can become attached to them, even when they're minor or secondary characters. And when their time comes, I want to feel that I've explored what they could contribute to the story, whether that's completing an arc, changing someone else's trajectory, or leaving behind consequences that extend far beyond their final scene.

So no, I haven't gone all whack-a-mole up in here, randomly killing characters whenever I need another shocking moment. But that doesn't mean anyone is safe, either. Nobody has guaranteed protection, and I think readers should feel that uncertainty.

There's one particular death in Mortal Vengeance II that was especially difficult for me to write, partly because it wasn't a new decision. That character had already met the same fate in the second installment of my original 1999 trilogy. But revisiting the story more than twenty-five years later, having developed a much deeper understanding of these characters and their relationships, I found myself desperately wanting to change that outcome. I wanted to give that character another chance. And unlike my fifteen-year-old self, I now had the opportunity to do exactly that. The question was whether I should.

After all, I've already demonstrated that I'm willing to reconsider the original story. Mónika, for example, was spared a very different fate when I revisited Mortal Vengeance in 2025. So why not do the same here?

Because, as much as I wanted to, I couldn't justify changing it. Actions have consequences. After everything that happens in Mortal Vengeance II, could I really have everyone walk away hunky-dory, as though none of it had left a lasting mark? Then what was the point? All that suffering, all those choices, all that violence, only for everything to work out in the end without any truly devastating consequences? I couldn't do that.

That death had to remain. Not because I wanted to shock readers or because I enjoyed writing it, but because the story had reached a point where the consequences of everything that had happened could no longer be avoided. And so, with a great deal of pain, I had to bid that character adieu.

And perhaps that's the hardest part of writing these books now. Teenage me was perfectly happy to kill everyone off. Adult me has to live with what happens afterward.

And so do the characters.

FQ: What can your fans expect next from you?

TORRES DE LA ROCHA: I'm currently working on the prequel to the prequel—yes, I know how that sounds. It's called Mortal Vengeance: A Grim Teaching, and it's set mainly in 1961, telling the origin story of two of the series' strongest villains: Profesora Lourdes and Sister María Gracia.

The story begins just as El Generalísimo Rafael Leonidas Trujillo, the dictator who ruled the Dominican Republic from 1930 to 1961, is assassinated. The girls return to Santo Domingo from their boarding school in Miami and spend the summer at their grandparents' grand estate in the border town of Dajabón. Nearby runs the Massacre River—yes, that's its real name—which forms part of the natural border between Haiti and the Dominican Republic. In 1937, that border region became the site of the Parsley Massacre, the killing of tens of thousands of Haitians living along the border.

It's called A Grim Teaching because that's the question at its center: how do you teach someone to become a monster—and what happens when they believe those lessons make them righteous? Teaching happens at home, through religion, through social expectations, and through watching adults decide whose life deserves protection. Lourdes and María Gracia are learning long before they become the people readers already know.

A Grim Teaching keeps the tension of A Grim Tale and trades the satire of Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel or Not Too Real? for historical fiction. And the historical part, without needing any embellishment, is already scary enough.

The book looks back at how Lourdes and María Gracia became the women readers know, and what they learned about power, faith, family, and whose lives mattered. We already know what they eventually become capable of. Now we get to see what they were taught—and what they chose to do with those lessons.

It also connects directly to Humberto and some of the events in Mortal Vengeance II. Although the story takes place mainly in the past, part of it unfolds in 2020, so readers will see how that family history carries forward into his story and the events of Book Two. We're going further back, but we're also filling in pieces of what readers have already witnessed—and perhaps changing how they understand them.

For more information about Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel Or Not Too Real?, please visit the author's website at: mortalvengeance.com

 #Bookreview of Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel Or Not Too Real?

By: Alejandro Torres De la Rocha

Publication Date: November 10, 2026

ISBN: 979-8160470597

Reviewed by: Ephantus Muriuki

Review Date: October 30, 2026

Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel Or Not Too Real? by Alejandro Torres De la Rocha picks up with a friend group that, in the previous installment, poisoned an abusive teacher.

This event didn't escape the eyes of Shane Harper, an American producer who delights in seeing her characters break on camera, one of them being Alex, the alpha of the group. In fact, Shane likes that Alex is an orchestrator of chaos like herself, a role she embraces very well by reminding people of the things they should feel most shameful about. Beyond that, she sees everyone as a line item in a budget. She respects leverage, not morality, and sees vulnerability as opportunity. When individuals like Valeria and Camila lay down their "high" cost for joining her show, she's unmoved. Valeria needs Shane to settle her mom’s mortgage, while Camila wants college fees. To them they are negotiating, but to Shane, it's a trap they've walked into willingly. Unbeknownst to them, she's already snapped it shut.

Shane's show, The Real Scholars of Excelsior Academy, is a hit, thanks to her cruelty and a system that rewards exploitation of trauma. Among her characters is Melissa, a young woman who killed the original killers in the previous installment. She's been traumatized ever since. But rather than show restraint, Shane takes it a notch higher, interviewing Melissa after drugging her, and later, exposing her secrets on national television without her consent. In so doing, we see Melissa's trauma turned into performance, a performance that we understand is actually a template for something worse.

While the Grim Cojuelo isn't a new invention, especially to the reader who's read the previous installment, its horror in this book is no longer just the scythe, but the same performance repeated. We know the killer is acting for the cameras, and that his mask goes beyond a disguise. By the time he removes it, the role has already consumed him. That's what makes this reenactment horrifying, that someone can become the character they perform, especially after the line between acting and reality dissolves completely.

This book swings violently between horror, satire, and romance, mimicking the reality TV experience where viewers often go from a tearful confrontation to a slapstick fight, and then to a heartfelt confession in the span of a single commercial break. You never know what emotional register the next page is going to hit, which is a kind of unpredictability that keeps you off-balance exactly like the show's audience, never allowed to settle into just one feeling. And that's the point, thanks to the reader watching the produced version of events. Alejandro Torres De la Rocha uses chyrons, captions and on-screen text that frame the action like a TV broadcast. These are deliberate choices that ensure the reader never forgets they are reading and watching a constructed version of reality. As a result, they don't need to be told how it feels to be inside a reality TV show; they are immersed, and that immersion develops a visceral understanding reality TV’s manipulation.

Quill says: The subtitle of this book "To Reel Or Not Too Real?" lives up to its promise of capturing the tension between performance and authenticity. The reader is left holding the contradiction between the horror it constructs and the genuineness of the trauma it exploits. That's something you want from a book that is beautifully lengthy and dense, and one whose betrayal is unexpected, an own weapon turned back on its owner, cutting deepest because it knows the way in. This book deserves your space and time, especially if you are a fan of thrillers that reject the cheap thrill of a jump scare, the easy resolution of a mystery, and the comfort of knowing the monsters are always someone else.

For more information about Mortal Vengeance II: To Reel Or Not Too Real?, please visit the author's website at: mortalvengeance.com/

Friday, October 30, 2026

 #Bookreview of The Griffin Knight Crime Files: Books 0.5-2 (The Griffin Knight Universe)

By: Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr.

Publisher: Soaring High Publishing

Publication Date: September 23, 2026

ISBN: 978-1959354543

Reviewed by: Ephantus Muriuki

Review Date: October 29, 2026

The Griffin Knight Crime Files: Books 0.5-2 (The Griffin Knight Universe) by Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr. gives us Griffin Knight, a detective who at first is a brash, hotshot detective in Always Bet on Death, a mystery set in Long Island.

Griffin comes in from Chicago where he was handling drug dealers and petty criminals. After joining the Long Island homicide desk, he's at first reckless, quick to antagonize suspects, and is pretty convinced he can handle anything on his own. But the sheer weight of the cases awaiting him makes you quickly worry about him, not because he can't handle them, but simply because you know he might get himself killed before he can figure out how someone keeps a $60,000 bottle of Scotch in their office. You can practically hear him thinking, "This is going to be a long career."

In Do Nothing, he is more seasoned and more strategic. He can connect with the people around him, not just work alongside them. He is reading crime scenes, not just reacting to them. We see him noticing the room, feeling the unspoken anger of the crime tech crew, and understanding that something is different this time. Unlike in Always Bet on Death where he was too focused on proving himself, here, he's thinking about the kind of detective he wants to be, which is why he doesn't look at evidence in isolation. He compares it across time, and in so doing, achieves what Long Island PD couldn't, in seven years.

In Colossal Injustice, which is set in Seattle, he swims to the deeper end of the pool as a civilian with no authority, with no Trenton Barnes as backup, and with no legal jurisdiction or standing. The system he believes in in New York doesn't work here. In fact, the law here is just a tool for the people who own it, people like Sapphire, the owner and CEO of Colossus, who has judges, cops and politicians on her payroll. But Knight is never intimidated by that. He keeps on moving, even when he doesn't know whether the next move could bring him face-to-face with the muzzle of a gun ready to splatter his brains across the pavement.

This collection tells one continuous story; it is a trilogy of a transformation, where you see a character grow not just in skill, but also in belief. Bundling these three stories into one also lets you see the erosion of his idealism in real time. That's a rare treat akin to watching a sculptor chip away at a block of marble over weeks instead of just seeing the finished statue. You are literally there for every strike of the chisel and every piece that falls away, even as you understand exactly what was carved out, and what was left behind. The structure handles the reader like an egg, fragile at first, then hardening, before inevitably cracking under the weight of what the protagonist learns.

Each of his stories move at a different speed. The first one is fast, pulling you in quickly, the second one slows down, marinates you in doubt and evidence, low and slow, before the third one turns up the heat. As a result, you are served an experience you didn't ask for in the best way, pleasant at first, then uncomfortably warm, right before you realized you've been converted into a sleuth who's suddenly hot on the trail of something they can't put down.

Quill says: The Griffin Knight Crime Files: Books 0.5-2 (The Griffin Knight Universe) by Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr. ticks every box of a crime thriller that keeps its audience guessing throughout. It's twisty and keeps the reader tripped up for a good measure, even as they question whether they were reading the clues right, or simply seeing what they wanted to see. Shakespeare once wrote, "Nothing is but what is not." That's exactly why it isn't a difficult collection to keep up with: it's one that just needs you to keep turning the pages, because when nothing is what it seems, the only way to find out what's real is to keep reading.

For more information about The Griffin Knight Crime Files: Books 0.5-2 (The Griffin Knight Universe), please visit the author's website at: iammahjr.com/



 #Bookreview of Nightfall Nightmares: Twelve Mysterious Tales

By: Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr.

Publisher: Soaring High Publishing

Publication Date: October 1, 2024

ISBN: 978-1959354321

Reviewed by: Alma Boucher

Review Date: October 28, 2026

In Nightfall Nightmares: Twelve Mysterious Tales, Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr. takes readers on a journey through a world filled with supernatural creatures, unexplained mysteries, and frightening encounters.

The collection features twelve stories, each offering its own characters, setting, and unusual challenges. In The Fall of Elkhorn, Joshua Raine and his friends must protect their town from ancient supernatural forces while Joshua struggles to understand and control his own werewolf nature. Mayhem Monster explores the dangers of scientific experimentation and dark magic, while The Haunting Sea introduces readers to a mysterious underwater world where danger and unexpected discoveries await. Other stories bring cybernetic detectives, dragons, vampires, djinn, and demons into the mix, giving the collection plenty of variety. Told from different first-person perspectives, the tales allow readers to experience the fear, confusion, and determination of characters facing situations far beyond the ordinary. Whether battling terrifying creatures or uncovering secrets that should perhaps have remained hidden, the protagonists must find ways to survive when their worlds take frightening turns.

One of the most enjoyable aspects of this collection is the variety of characters and situations Hernandez explores. Each protagonist faces a different challenge, whether dealing with supernatural abilities, confronting dangerous enemies, or discovering the consequences of someone else's choices. Joshua's struggle with his werewolf nature adds a personal element to the action, as he must contend with both external threats and the uncertainty surrounding his own identity. Other characters find themselves caught up in events involving revenge, ambition, and the temptation to use powers they do not fully understand. These stories offer reminders that courage often means facing one's fears rather than avoiding them, and that decisions made out of greed or a desire for power can have serious consequences. The different personalities and challenges keep the collection interesting, particularly for readers who enjoy stories featuring monsters, magic, and the unexplained.

Hernandez writes in an accessible, straightforward style that makes the stories easy to follow, while his descriptions help bring the eerie settings and supernatural encounters to life. The use of first-person narration gives the tales an immediate quality, placing readers close to the characters as they struggle to make sense of what is happening around them. The pacing is generally lively, with plenty of action, suspense, and unexpected developments to keep the pages turning. The shift between horror, fantasy, mystery, and science fiction also prevents the collection from feeling repetitive. A few endings may leave readers wanting more explanation or a little extra time to see how events unfold. Nevertheless, the imaginative ideas and changing supernatural threats make this a varied collection for anyone who enjoys exploring the darker side of fantasy.

Quill says: Nightfall Nightmares: Twelve Mysterious Tales is a good choice for readers who enjoy supernatural horror, dark fantasy, and mysteries filled with strange creatures and unexpected dangers. Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr. clearly enjoys exploring imaginative possibilities, and the collection offers something different with each new story, from werewolves and ancient forces to scientific experiments gone wrong. It is a worthwhile choice for fans of supernatural fiction who appreciate variety and a touch of the unexpected.

For more information about Nightfall Nightmares: Twelve Mysterious Tales, please visit the author's website at: iammahjr.com/

Wednesday, October 28, 2026

 #Bookreview of Fragments of the Invisible

By: Ferdinando Emilio Abbate

Publisher: PM EDIZIONI

Publication Date: September 14, 2026

ISBN: 979-1255341185

Reviewed by: Alma Boucher

Review Date: October 28, 2026

In Fragments of the Invisible, Ferdinando Emilio Abbate invites readers to look beyond everyday life and consider the deeper truths that shape human existence.

Rather than following a conventional narrative, the book is a collection of aphorisms arranged into five thematic sections: On Great Matters, On the Trivial and the Hidden, On Justice, On Love, and On Faith and Spirit. Each section explores a different aspect of the human experience, encouraging readers to reconsider familiar ideas and discover meaning in unexpected places. From questions of morality and the complexities of human relationships to the search for spiritual understanding, Abbate's reflections offer a thoughtful journey through the visible and invisible forces that influence how people live, think, and relate to one another. The book's structure allows readers to explore its ideas at their own pace, making each reflection an opportunity to pause and consider life from a fresh perspective.

As a collection of philosophical observations, the central focus is humanity itself, its contradictions, uncertainties, hopes, and capacity for growth. Abbate's reflections encourage readers to examine their beliefs, question established assumptions, and consider how their choices affect their understanding of the world. The sections on justice, love, and faith are particularly significant in the way they address the moral and emotional dimensions of human existence. The author also gives attention to the seemingly insignificant details of daily life, suggesting that meaningful truths are not always found in grand events or profound declarations. Sometimes, understanding emerges from the smallest observations. This approach gives the book a personal quality, as readers may recognize their own experiences in its ideas, even when they interpret those ideas differently from the author.

One of the book's strongest features is its exploration of themes that remain relevant across generations and cultures. Justice, compassion, love, spirituality, and the search for meaning provide a foundation for reflections that encourage both intellectual curiosity and personal introspection. The underlying lesson is that a deeper understanding of life requires more than simply accepting what appears obvious; it demands patience, openness, and a willingness to question one's own perspective. Abbate's writing is concise and carefully considered, with a poetic quality that gives many of his observations room to resonate beyond the page. The aphoristic format also influences the pacing. The book progresses through a series of individual thoughts, making it well suited to reading in short sessions or returning to particular passages for further contemplation.

Fragments of the Invisible is best suited to readers who appreciate philosophical literature, reflective writing, and books that raise questions rather than provide straightforward answers. Abbate offers an invitation to slow down, look more carefully at the world, and recognize that some of life's most important truths are not immediately apparent. The collection's thoughtful observations offer considerable value to readers willing to engage with its ideas. The book's greatest strength lies in its ability to encourage reflection and leave readers thinking long after they have finished a passage.

Quill says: Fragments of the Invisible is a thoughtful and introspective collection that invites readers to look beyond the obvious and discover deeper meaning in the complexities of life. This book is recommended for lovers of philosophy, spirituality, and literary reflections who enjoy a book best savored one insight at a time.

Tuesday, October 27, 2026

 #Bookreview of The Room That Knows You

By: Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr.

Publisher: Soaring High Publishing

Publication Date: October 4, 2026

ISBN: 978-1959354604

Reviewed by: Ephantus Muriuki

Review Date: October 27, 2026

In The Room That Knows You, Miguel Angel Hernandez Jr. explores the unsettling territory where kindness becomes obsession, and the comfort of home turns into fear.

The story follows Evan Hale, a man seeking a fresh start in Buffalo, where he hopes to find the peace and privacy he has been missing. However, his new surroundings prove far less welcoming than he expects. His neighbor, Lila, seems to know an extraordinary amount about him, including details about his daily routines and personal habits. Although Evan initially hopes to settle quietly into his new life, a mysterious silver bracelet left on his railing signals that something is seriously wrong. Unexplained messages, unsettling disturbances, and the distressing feeling of being watched gradually undermine his sense of security. As Lila's attention becomes increasingly intrusive, Evan must confront the possibility that someone has been planning their connection for far longer than he ever imagined.

Evan is a compelling central character because his desire for peace places him in direct conflict with the growing danger around him. His journey forces him to reconsider his instincts and recognize that a seemingly harmless gesture can carry a much darker meaning. Lila, meanwhile, is an intriguing, deeply unsettling antagonist whose attention to detail and possessive attachment create an atmosphere of persistent unease. Her conviction that Evan belongs to her introduces a disturbing psychological dimension to their relationship, particularly as she appears to interpret ordinary kindness as something far more significant. The contrast between Evan's need for independence and Lila's determination to control the connection creates the foundation for the novel's tension. The story draws its suspense from the uncertainty surrounding Lila's intentions and the extent of her knowledge. This dynamic encourages readers to question how well we can truly know another person, especially when that person's understanding of affection has become dangerously distorted.

The novel explores several thought-provoking themes, including obsession, privacy, manipulation, loneliness, and the difference between genuine affection and possessive control. Evan's experience illustrates how easily a person's boundaries can be crossed when attention is disguised as admiration or devotion. Lila's behavior also highlights the danger of believing that caring for someone gives us a right to determine their choices. The story's domestic setting strengthens these ideas, transforming familiar surroundings into places of uncertainty and vulnerability. The suggestion that someone is observing Evan's movements adds another layer of psychological discomfort, as the threat extends beyond physical danger to his ability to trust his own environment. Readers may also reflect on the importance of recognizing warning signs and respecting personal boundaries before seemingly minor intrusions develop into something more serious. These themes give the thriller relevance beyond its suspenseful premise, inviting consideration of the complicated relationship between human connection and the need for personal freedom.

Hernandez builds the story around an atmosphere of quiet dread rather than relying exclusively on immediate action. The duplex, the unexplained messages, the carefully placed bracelet, and the sense of being watched all contribute to an increasingly claustrophobic mood. The premise is particularly effective because the danger develops through small disturbances that gradually become harder to dismiss. This approach suits psychological suspense, where uncertainty and anticipation can be just as powerful as dramatic confrontations. The focus on Evan and Lila also keeps the central conflict intimate, allowing the tension to arise from their contrasting perceptions of the relationship. Readers who enjoy character-driven thrillers about dangerous obsessions and unsettling neighbors will likely appreciate this approach. The story's success ultimately rests on how effectively its suspenseful developments sustain curiosity about Lila's motives and Evan's ability to reclaim his independence.

Quill says: The intriguing premise, disturbing neighbor dynamic, and themes of privacy and personal boundaries make The Room That Knows You a worthwhile consideration for readers who enjoy suspense built around human behavior and the darker side of relationships. This book is recommended for readers who enjoy stories in which ordinary encounters conceal troubling intentions and the greatest threat may come from someone who believes they are acting out of love.

For more information about The Room That Knows You, please visit the author's website at: iammahjr.com/

Monday, October 26, 2026

 #Authorinterview with Sara Jodoin

Today, Feathered Quill reviewer Alma Boucher is talking with Sara Jodoin, author of Journey Back to Self: Reclaiming the Woman Within.


FQ: When did you realize that your personal experiences could become a book that might help other women?


JODOIN: When I told my friends I was writing a book, they asked to read it. They were the first ones encouraging me to keep going and finish it. Then my coach read a chapter and responded with that same encouragement. Through their reactions, I began to understand that something very personal to me could also mean something to someone else.


But the biggest realisation came when I started working with my editor. She is a fantastic woman with twenty-five years of experience editing books. Every time she read a couple of chapters, she would write back with questions, reflections, and encouragement. She expressed surprise at the quality of my writing, but what touched me most was how connected she felt to me through my words.


Think about that for a moment. Someone who had spent twenty-five years working with other people’s stories was reading mine and feeling something deeply. That helped me take my own message more seriously.


Her support and guidance were crucial in helping me recognise the importance of what I was sharing. My friends and my coach had encouraged me to finish the book. My editor helped me understand why it mattered.


I began to see that the experiences I had once been afraid to speak about could help another woman feel less alone. She might recognise a part of herself in my story and feel understood, perhaps in a way she had struggled to explain to anyone.


That was when I understood that my story could reach beyond me. And that gave sharing it a whole new meaning.



FQ: The title suggests that healing is less about becoming someone new and more about rediscovering who you truly are. What does returning to yourself mean to you today?


JODOIN: To me, returning to myself means recognising what truly makes me happy, allowing myself to embrace it, and living it without letting other people’s opinions decide what my life should look like.


Let me give you a personal example. I have an amazing partner with whom I have learned to trust and share myself honestly—my feelings, my emotions, even the parts of me that are difficult to show. But one of my biggest challenges at the beginning of our relationship was understanding what love could actually feel like.


Because of my past, love meant care, passion, and beautiful moments, but it also meant arguments, defending myself, and needing to be right. Everything seemed to come with a price. I could barely spend two or three days feeling truly happy before my mind started searching for something wrong.


It was as though happiness was something I would have to pay for later. If I loved fully, I would eventually be abandoned. And my mind had plenty of evidence to defend that belief: Look at your life. People leave. People turn their backs on you. Don’t get too comfortable.


I wasn’t consciously choosing conflict. I was trying to protect myself from a heartbreak that hadn’t happened.


Then I started questioning those beliefs. We hear that relationships are “not a bed of roses” so often that we can begin to expect struggle as the price of love. Of course, two people will have differences. But why should those differences become battles? Why couldn’t we be a team, bringing out the best in each other?


We see business partners build something neither could have created alone. Yet even there, we hear warnings about being used, betrayed, or taken advantage of. Those things can happen, but someone else’s experience does not have to become the script for our own. Sometimes we give those warnings so much power that we enter an experience already preparing for its failure.


Today, returning to myself happens in those small, everyday moments. Something touches a sensitive place in me, and instead of reacting immediately, I pause. I ask myself: What am I actually feeling? What is happening here, and what am I expecting because of my past? What do I need?


That pause gives me room to listen to myself and respond to the person in front of me, rather than to every person who has hurt me before.


With practice, I have become less consumed by what might go wrong and more present for what is already beautiful. I can receive love, enjoy a peaceful day, and feel happy without immediately preparing for loss, and it's totally bliss.


Although, this is not something I learned once and mastered. It takes practice, honesty, and consistency. But today, returning to myself means giving the woman I am now the opportunity to experience life beyond what the woman I was had to survive.


FQ: Your memoir addresses deeply personal subjects, including bulimia, depression, childhood trauma, and heartbreak. How did you approach writing about these experiences while protecting your own emotional well-being?


JODOIN: I would start by saying that this is my own experience. What felt healing for me may feel different for someone else.


For many, many years, I thought I was protecting my emotional well-being by hiding these parts of my life. But do you want to know the surprising thing? So much of what I called protection was actually fear. It was inconceivable to me that people could appreciate or admire me if they knew this side of me.


Me, always determined, fearless, and strong.


What would they think if they knew that, in my twenties, I had given one man so much power over my worth that his judgment of me made me no longer want to live? How could they admire my strength when I saw that part of my story as weakness?


And how could they see me as fearless when I was so often afraid? Afraid of being abandoned. Afraid to trust. And let’s not even talk about losing control, because, in my mind, losing control meant giving someone the opportunity to take advantage of me.


Writing meant allowing those parts of me to be seen. I could no longer tell my story honestly while keeping up the image of a woman who was always strong and had everything under control. That was uncomfortable, but it also became one of the most freeing things I have ever done.


To my surprise, the very things I thought would make people respect me less became the things that connected me more deeply to them.


I realised that I had often intimidated people with an invisible wall that said, “Don’t get too close.” I wanted connection, but I was afraid to let anyone close enough to truly know me. When I allowed myself to be vulnerable, people responded with compassion. Some recognised their own struggles in mine. And the admiration I had been so afraid of losing felt more authentic, because now they could see more of who I really was.


I was no longer the supposedly perfect, strong woman. I was a woman who had lived through so much darkness and kept looking for the light.


That touched me deeply. It allowed me to heal further and to look at my own story with more compassion. I began to understand that being afraid did not erase my courage, and that the moments when I struggled to keep going did not make me less worthy of love or respect.


So, for me, caring for my emotional well-being while writing meant learning to stop judging myself for the very experiences I was trying to put into words. It meant allowing myself to be human.


Little by little, the shame lost its hold on me. Today, I can look at the woman in those pages, with all her fears, mistakes, and determination, and say: I am proud to be her.


FQ: Many people struggle to recognize when they are putting everyone else's needs before their own. Was there a particular moment when you began to understand how these patterns were affecting you?


JODOIN: There were several moments in my life when I knew I was giving too much. Especially when something I did out of love became something the other person expected. You cook, you care, you make an effort because you want to. But the moment you stop, perhaps because you are tired or need care yourself, it becomes, “You don’t love me anymore.” What began as a gift becomes a responsibility you never agreed to carry.


But the moment that affected me most was when my former fiancé left with just twenty-four hours’ notice. It shook me deeply. I thought this was the man I would spend my life with, and suddenly I had to face his absence and questions I could no longer avoid.


I wanted to understand what had happened, including my own part in it.


One of the first things I recognised was that giving is my love language. The more I love someone, the more I want to care for them. And I give in every sense: my attention, my emotional support, gifts, their favourite meals, even remembering their favourite ice cream. Those little things bring me joy.


But, if I am completely honest, there was another reason behind some of my giving. A part of me felt that I had to reward someone for loving me, as though loving me were an effort that deserved compensation.


That was a painful thing to admit.


I would take care of them and spoil them beyond my own limits, hoping to create enough beautiful moments to make up for the difficult ones. The moments when I felt emotionally threatened, when my fears took over and I lashed out at the person I loved most. Afterwards, I would give even more. But all those gestures could not answer the questions I needed to ask about what was happening inside me.


How could I feel secure in someone’s love when, deep down, I did not believe I deserved it? How could I receive their love fully when I struggled to trust them?


I could see how exhausting that had become. I was giving so much while constantly questioning whether I was enough. And instead of allowing myself to grow into the person I was, I would shrink parts of myself to fit the person I was with.


My attention was always on them. Were they happy? Did they feel loved? Would they stay? There was very little room left to ask myself how I felt or what I needed.


That relationship ending made me realise how much I had been hurting myself by treating who I was as something I needed to compensate for. I wanted to be loved, but I kept trying to earn that love through everything I could do for someone.


Giving is still part of who I am. I love that about myself. What I am learning is to recognise when I am giving because it makes me happy, and when I am giving because I am afraid that being myself will not be enough.


FQ: How did motherhood influence your understanding of yourself, your priorities, and the importance of caring for your own emotional needs?


JODOIN: Motherhood, for me, is one of the most beautiful gifts life can bring us. Pure love, joy, and that magical feeling of knowing that a life exists inside us and is growing there. Suddenly, we matter in a different way. There is someone so precious depending on us to eat, to breathe, to grow, to live. It is difficult to put that feeling into words, because it fills a place inside us we may not even have known existed.


During those first months of pregnancy, so much of my attention went towards whatever affected that precious life. What to eat, what not to drink, when to rest. I cared for myself because caring for myself meant caring for my child. And once the baby was born, my dedication went towards this wonderful little human being who loved me and needed me so completely.


And believe me, there were moments when all that pure love felt like everything I needed. I felt happy, complete, in love too. My children were, without a doubt, my priority. Even with the sleepless nights, the exhaustion, and the emotional demands, there was something so beautiful about holding them and knowing that, in my arms, they felt at home.


But looking back, I can see that being filled with love did not mean that all my emotional needs were being met. I could love my children with everything I had and still feel overwhelmed, lonely, or disconnected from myself. It was easier to recognise what they needed than to stop and ask what was happening inside me.


The more our children grow, the less they depend on us in those little everyday ways. The love does not become smaller. It is simply expressed differently. As much as I loved dressing my girls as beautiful princesses or proudly watching my children discover their interests, something was changing. They could walk by themselves, feed themselves, and do things that once required my hands, my attention, my presence.


For me, motherhood showed me how deeply I could love, how much I could give, and how strong I could be. But it also brought me to a difficult question: had I given myself permission to matter outside of being needed?


We can spend so much time looking at our children, noticing every little change, every need, every achievement, that we forget to look at ourselves with that same attention. Then, one day, we look in the mirror and notice how tired we are. We see the changes in our bodies, the years that have passed. But underneath that, there is often something more personal asking to be heard: What happened to my dreams? What brings me joy? What do I need now?


I believe that woman full of hope, love, and strength still exists inside us. She deserves our attention too. For some of us, reconnecting begins with moving our bodies again, eating well, or making time to rest. For others, it means going deeper and learning to recognise our own feelings, needs, and voice. Sometimes, it means admitting that we need help.


What I understand today is that my children can be my priority without every part of me having to come last. I can be deeply devoted to them and still need time, affection, support, and space to breathe. My love for them does not become less pure because I also care about how I feel.


And this is where I wish society offered us more support. We have plans for education, for buying our first home, for having children, even for retirement. Yet so many women are left to find their own way back to themselves after motherhood or divorce. We expect the modern woman to raise her children, care for her home, earn a salary, and keep performing. We give her so many expectations, but very little room to pause and ask, “And me? How am I feeling in all of this?”


Some women are so tired, or have so little support, that finding themselves again feels out of reach. I wish we made more space for them to feel heard and cared for.


Motherhood filled my life with a love that is difficult to describe. It also helped me understand how much tenderness I was capable of giving. Today, I am learning to offer some of that tenderness to myself. The woman who holds everyone else also needs to feel held.


FQ: Your memoir acknowledges that healing is NOT a straightforward process. What was the most difficult lesson you learned during your journey, and how has that lesson changed the way you live?


JODOIN: One of the most difficult lessons was realising that I did not know myself as well as I thought I did. I knew how to be strong, how to keep going, how to take care of everyone and find a solution when things went wrong. But knowing how to survive and knowing who we are are not necessarily the same thing.


For many years, I would say, “This is who I am.” I am independent. I am determined. I do not trust easily. I like to be in control. And to be honest, I was proud of many of these qualities. People admired me for being strong, for always finding a way. So why would I question something that seemed to be helping me move forward?


But there was a question I had not asked myself: Who did I become to survive?


Because underneath some of that independence was the fear of depending on someone who could leave. Underneath my need to control was the fear that, if I did not pay attention to everything, something would happen and I would be hurt again. And underneath all the care I gave to others, there was also a part of me trying to make sure I was worth keeping.


That was painful to recognise. Giving is my love language. I genuinely love taking care of the people I love, cooking their favourite meals, surprising them, creating beautiful moments together. I did not discover that this love was false. I discovered that sometimes, alongside that love, there was fear. I was not only enjoying loving someone. I was also trying to make it impossible for them to stop loving me.


And believe me, those are two very different ways of living the same relationship.


I could be with someone who was showing me love and still be preparing myself for the day he would leave. I could be happy for a few days and then find something to question, something to worry about, until I was no longer enjoying what was actually happening. In my mind, I was being careful. I was protecting myself. But from what? From something happening in front of me, or from something I had already lived and was afraid of living again?


This is what I had to understand about my patterns and my nervous system. A situation could awaken an old fear, and my body would respond as though I needed to protect myself immediately. But because that response was so familiar, I rarely recognised it as fear. I recognised it as me. My personality. My way of loving, my way of reacting, my way of being.


So the difficult lesson was not simply that I had things to heal. It was that I had allowed some of those things to define me, and I was building parts of my life around them without even realising it.


That does not mean that everything about me was a response to pain. My strength is real. My determination is real. And this huge amount of love I have inside me is very real. But I needed to give myself the opportunity to discover how I wanted to live when fear was not deciding for me.


Today, I take more time to notice what is happening inside me before I react. If I want to say yes, is it because I genuinely want to, or because I am afraid of what someone will think if I say no? If I feel the need to argue or pull away, what has affected me? Can I explain what I am feeling instead of immediately trying to protect myself?


Sometimes I can. Sometimes I only understand afterwards. There are still moments when I recognise something I thought I had already worked through. But I try to meet that realisation with honesty and compassion, instead of using it as another reason to believe I am not good enough.


Because the woman who learned all of this was trying to get through life with what she knew at the time. I do not need to be ashamed of her. I need to understand her, and allow myself to learn something different now.


This has changed the way I understand myself. Instead of immediately saying, “This is just who I am,” I give myself the opportunity to ask, “Is this really what I want, or is this how I learned to protect myself?” I do not always have the answer right away. But asking the question gives me a choice I did not realise I had before.


FQ: What do you hope women who recognize their own struggles in your story will take away from reading your memoir? Is there one message you especially want them to remember?


JODOIN: What I hope the most is that she feels less alone. That while reading my story she can recognise something of her own and realise that the feelings she has been hiding, the questions she has been avoiding asking herself, do not make her less worthy or less deserving of being happy.


Because, to be honest, for many years I thought there was something wrong with me. I would look around and see families that seemed so perfect, while mine was full of conflict. I would see families staying together, supporting each other, while in mine it felt like everyone was on their own. I would see women being praised, loved, cared for, and I would wonder why my experience was so different. I had been used, I had been raped, and I felt broken. How could I look at those differences and not ask myself, “Why? What is it about me? Why do other women seem worthy of this love and protection, and I do not?”


Today, I understand that what I could see of someone else’s life was not necessarily their whole reality. But at the time, those comparisons made me feel even more alone. Instead of understanding that what had been done to me did not define my value, I questioned what was missing in me. I did not only carry the pain of what I had lived. I also carried the belief that somehow it said something about what I deserved.


And this is something I deeply hope another woman can begin to question when she reads my book. Because when we have been hurt, rejected, or treated as though our needs do not matter, it can become so difficult to separate what someone did to us from what we believe about ourselves. We start asking why we were not enough to be loved differently, instead of recognising that we deserved care and respect in the first place.


I would love for her to understand that she does not have to spend the rest of her life proving that she deserved to be treated better. She already does.


And believe me, I am not saying that reading those words suddenly makes all the pain disappear. I know how difficult it can be to believe something good about ourselves when we have spent years believing the opposite. Someone can tell us that we matter, that we are loved, and we can genuinely want to believe them while still feeling that they would change their mind if they really knew us.


That is why it was important for me to tell my story honestly. Not only the moments when I was determined and found a way forward, but also the moments when I was lost, ashamed, afraid, and did not know what to do. I do not want her to look at me and think, “Of course she could rebuild her life. She is strong. I am not like her.” I want her to understand that I also struggled to see a future different from what I already knew. I also needed help, and there were things I could not understand on my own.


When I look back today, what touches me is how much love I still had inside me through all of this. I loved my children, I cared deeply about the people around me, I wanted to create beautiful moments and make others happy. Yet somehow, I could recognise everyone else’s reasons to be loved and struggle so much to recognise my own.


So if there is one message I especially want her to remember, it is this: the way someone treated you is not the measure of your value.


Being hurt did not make her less worthy. Being left did not mean there was nothing worth staying for. And struggling to find her way does not mean that she has lost the opportunity to experience something beautiful in her life.


I hope she closes my book with a little more tenderness towards herself. Maybe she will not yet know what she wants to change or where to begin. But perhaps she can stop looking at her story only as a reason to be ashamed and begin to recognise how much she has carried, how much she has needed, and how long she has been waiting to feel understood.


If my story can help her feel understood enough to speak, to ask for support, or simply to give herself another chance, then sharing it has a meaning far beyond me. Because I know what it feels like to look at other people’s happiness and believe that somehow it is not meant for us. And I would love for her to begin allowing herself the possibility that love, care, and happiness can be part of her life too.


FQ: Your book introduces a seven-part approach to reconnecting with the body, personal truth, and self-trust. Could you explain how this method developed from your experiences and how readers can apply its principles in their everyday lives?


JODOIN: When I look back at my journey, I can recognise this pathway: pain, awareness, hope, practice, surrender, love, and happiness. But I did not have these words organised in front of me while I was living it. I was searching for answers, trying to understand what was happening inside me and how I could feel differently. It was afterwards that I could recognise how these experiences had helped me return to myself.


And I would not describe them as steps we complete once and never revisit. Sometimes I felt hopeful and still deeply hurt. Sometimes I understood something about myself but did not yet know how to live differently. For me, the pathway was learning through those experiences, not finding a way to avoid them.


Pain was where my journey began. For years, I kept going because there were children to care for, responsibilities, things that needed to be done. I was used to asking myself what I had to do next, not necessarily how I was feeling while doing it.


But after my accident, I could not continue in the same way. There were injuries to my body that required care, time, and help. And there was also the memory loss, which changed my relationship with myself in a way I had never imagined.


I could not remember parts of my life. People knew me, had memories with me, had an understanding of who I was, while I could not always remember the experiences that connected us. It was frightening and confusing. But looking back, I can also see how it created an interruption in patterns I had been living without questioning.


That became an important part of awareness. When you cannot remember parts of your own story, how do you know who you are in that present moment? I could not always rely on who I had been, what I had chosen before, or what other people expected from me. Sometimes I could not even remember the importance a person had held in my life, so their opinion no longer carried the same weight.


I had to consult myself differently. How did I feel with this person? Did I enjoy what I was doing? Was I comfortable, afraid, happy? Without access to all the explanations I would normally have given myself, my feelings became something I needed to listen to in order to understand my experience.


I am not saying that losing my memory was a gift or something necessary for healing. It was difficult. But it interrupted the familiarity that had allowed me to accept certain things simply because they were part of my life. I had to discover what felt true for me now, without being able to explain everything through my past.


And we do not need to lose our memories to begin asking those questions. We can pause in an ordinary moment and notice: do I actually like this? Did I want to say yes? Or am I doing what I have always done because I have never given myself permission to question it?


Hope developed as I began to see that there could be more to my life than what I already knew. Sometimes that hope came through someone else’s kindness, someone believing in me when I was struggling to believe in myself. Sometimes it came through a small change that showed me I was not standing still.


For me, hope did not mean knowing that everything would work out. It meant being willing to search. And for a reader, it can begin that simply too: speaking honestly to someone, asking for support, allowing ourselves to consider that the way we feel today does not have to be the way we feel forever.


Then came practice, because understanding something and living it are not the same. I could recognise that I needed rest and still feel guilty when I stopped. I could understand that someone loved me and still become afraid when I felt vulnerable.


So I had to practise paying attention before reacting. Sometimes that meant explaining what I was actually feeling instead of arguing about something else. Sometimes it meant keeping a small promise to myself. If I recognised that I needed time, could I respect that need instead of dismissing it as soon as someone needed something from me?


This is how self-trust began to become practical. Not only telling myself that I mattered, but seeing whether my choices reflected that. And when they did not, trying to understand why instead of immediately judging myself.


Surrender was particularly difficult because I am determined. When I love someone or believe in something, I give so much of myself. For a long time, letting go felt like admitting that I had not tried hard enough.


But there is a difference between giving our best and exhausting ourselves because we cannot accept that something is not working. I had to understand that my love and effort could not control every outcome. I could care deeply and still need to stop. I could lose a future I had imagined without losing every possibility of being happy.


For someone reading my book, I would invite this question: am I continuing because this is genuinely what I want, or because I am afraid of what stopping would mean about me? Sometimes we are holding on not only to a situation, but to the belief that making it work will finally prove our value.


And love was there throughout all of this. My love for my children, for the people around me, for life itself. But I needed to understand how to include myself in that care, and how to receive it without feeling that I owed something in return.


If someone I loved was exhausted, I would want them to rest. If they were hurting, I would want to understand. So why was I so demanding with myself? Why did I believe that I had to handle everything before I could deserve a little peace?


Learning to love also meant allowing myself to be loved. Sharing a difficult day instead of hiding it. Accepting help. Enjoying someone’s presence without constantly questioning why they wanted to be there.


And that changed my understanding of happiness. I had spent so much time believing that once everything was resolved, I would finally be able to relax and enjoy my life. But life does not stop bringing challenges. If I needed everything to be perfect, when would I ever allow myself to be happy?


Today, there are moments with my children, with my partner, or simply in my own company when I feel so grateful to be here. Not because nothing hurts or everything is settled, but because I can appreciate what is beautiful without allowing everything else to take that moment away. After all I have lived, being able to feel that joy so fully touches me deeply.


So I would not ask someone to turn this pathway into another list of things they must accomplish. Begin with one honest moment. What are you feeling? What do you need? What would you choose if you allowed your own answer to matter too?


For me, that is how returning to myself becomes part of everyday life. Not forgetting my story, but no longer allowing it to give every answer about who I am or what is possible for me now.


FQ: What was the most surprising thing you discovered about yourself while writing this book? Did revisiting your past change your perspective of any particular experience?


JODOIN: The most surprising thing was realising how much I had continued to hurt myself because of experiences I had with other people. What happened did not end when the situation ended. I carried it into the way I saw myself, what I believed I deserved, and the way I allowed myself to be treated.


Because my parents had not protected us the way they should have, I grew up questioning whether I deserved that protection, whether I deserved to be loved. I felt that I did not belong. Somehow I thought i was abused because i deserve it. I carried the shame of being a victim of different forms of violence as though it said something terrible about me. I felt like the black sheep, the one with something wrong inside her.


And those feelings followed me into other stages of my life. When someone hurt me, I questioned my value. When a relationship ended, I looked for what was wrong with me. Somehow, even when I was the one who had been harmed, I could still find a reason to be ashamed.


To be honest, when I started writing, I thought I had already healed so much of this. I could talk about my experiences, recognise certain patterns, and I believed I had made peace with parts of my past. But then I noticed something in my writing.


I would describe a situation, explain how painful or difficult it was, but avoid the word that actually named what had happened. I could give details, describe my emotions, and still stop before saying it clearly.


That was when I had to ask myself: why is it so difficult to name something I have already lived? What am I afraid people will think of me if I tell them the truth?


I realised that I was still hiding. I was still trying to decide how much of my reality someone could see before they would no longer respect or admire me. So I made a commitment to myself to open my heart and speak the truth. I went back through the chapters and began naming what I had been avoiding.


And believe me, that was not simply changing words. It was allowing myself to be seen in parts of my life that I had spent years feeling I needed to hide.


Throughout the writing process, my coach, my editor, and my friends would read my chapters and give me feedback. The more honestly I wrote, the more their responses surprised me. They were not judging me the way I had feared. They encouraged me to keep going, appreciated my openness, and shared how deeply they connected with what I was writing. The parts I thought would make them think less of me were helping them understand me more.


That really changed something in me. I was discovering that being me had nothing to do with being used or hurt. Those experiences were part of my life, but they were not who I was, and they did not explain what I deserved. Me, I deserved love. I deserved protection, care, and a place where I felt I belonged. I had deserved those things all along, even when they were not given to me. Their absence did not mean that something was wrong in me.


And yes, memories came to the surface. But the more I opened my heart, the more I began to revisit them differently.


I could see the little girl I had been, her pain, her innocence, all this love she had inside her and wanted to give. A child who needed to feel safe, who needed someone to hold her and make her feel that she mattered. Instead, she was being hurt where she should have been protected. Looking at her, I no longer wanted to ask what was wrong with her. I wanted to understand how she had felt so alone while still having so much love for the people around her.


Then I could see the teenager being pulled into a web of abuse, not fully understanding what was happening to her. Still innocent, still lost, searching for love and somewhere to belong, without someone there to recognise the danger and protect her. How could I keep judging her as though she should have understood everything? As though needing affection was something she should have been ashamed of?


And as I continued through the book, I began to look at the other past versions of myself with that same compassion. The young mother trying to provide for her children. The woman giving so much in a relationship, hoping to feel loved and secure. I could see not only the decisions she made, but the fear, the loneliness, and the hope behind them.


This did not mean that every choice I made was right. It meant that I could understand my mistakes without believing that they made me deserving of being hurt.


I began to see the person who had been wronged, instead of continuing to believe that I was the one who was wrong.


The past had not changed. But I was no longer revisiting it only to find reasons to judge myself. I was finally able to look at who I had been with love, to recognise her innocence where I had carried shame, and to understand how much she had needed the compassion I was only now learning to give her.


FQ: Now that Journey Back to Self: Reclaiming the Woman Within is available to readers, what do you hope the next chapter of your own journey will look like, and what projects or initiatives are you most excited about sharing with your audience?


JODOIN: For the next chapter of my journey, I want to create more opportunities to be with people, not only through my words, but in person. Alongside the coaching I already provide, I am developing retreats where I can welcome them into an environment that gives them some distance from the demands of everyday life.


Because sometimes, even when we genuinely want to take care of ourselves, there is always something asking for our attention. Someone needs us, there is work to finish, a responsibility we cannot put aside. And by the time we have taken care of everything else, there is very little time or energy left to ask ourselves how we are actually feeling.


I want to create a space where, for a little while, those external demands do not decide how someone spends their day. An environment where they can put their worries aside and allow themselves to be cared for, where their needs have been thoughtfully considered, every meal is planned with care, and every workshop welcomes them as they are, without expecting them to be further along or different from who they are in that moment.


Because when we are so used to taking care of everything and everyone, having someone take care of us can mean so much. Not having to organise the next meal, think about what needs to be done, or make sure everyone else is comfortable. Simply having the space to breathe and ask, “How am I feeling? What do I need?”


I want them to be able to pause without feeling guilty, listen to themselves without rushing to find an answer, and begin to discover what they miss, what they want, what makes them feel alive. Not who they are expected to be for everyone else, but who they are when they feel welcomed, cared for, and free to give themselves that attention.


And I am excited about being there beside them. To welcome them, listen, guide them, and hopefully inspire them, while allowing each person to have their own experience. I know how meaningful it can be to feel supported while exploring parts of ourselves that we have ignored or found difficult to understand. I would love for these retreats to offer that opportunity, with love, compassion, and room for each person to go at their own pace.


I am also working on another book, which will explore the pathway I describe in Journey Back to Self in a more practical, workbook-oriented way. I want to go deeper into the connection between our experiences, the way our brains work, and the patterns we repeat, and help readers bring that understanding into their everyday lives.


Because recognising ourselves in a story can be powerful, but afterwards we may still ask, “Okay, I understand this about myself now, but what do I do with it? How do I begin to change something I have been doing for so many years?”


That is what I want the next book to help with. I want to give readers a more concrete way to explore what they are discovering about themselves and put it into practice. Something they can work through, return to, and use beyond the moment when they feel inspired.


For me, the first book is the inspiration. The next one is the guiding map. Not a map that tells everyone to live the same life, but one that helps each person find their own way with more understanding and direction.


What excites me most is being able to continue this connection. My story does not have to end with someone closing the book. It can become the beginning of a conversation, an experience, or a decision to finally give themselves some of the attention and care they have been giving to everyone else.


For more information about Journey Back to Self: Reclaiming the Woman Within, please visit the author's website at: sarajodoin.com