A Note from Pierce~

Well, it finally happened. Omega has clawed its way out of my sweet author’s head, through about eighteen rounds of edits, and is now being dressed up for the publishers like a reluctant debutante. Formatting, cover design, polish—the whole nine yards. Once that circus wraps up, the book will officially be released into the wild, where you can dissect my every move, questionable decision, and lingering bruise. You’re welcome.

Now, let me tell you: the journey from thought to paper—or more accurately, from thought to furious keystrokes—was brutal. Draft after draft, edit after edit. And then came the worst part: the word count massacre. Entire chapters vanished, trimmed like fat off a steak. Some of them were even good. But don’t panic—the author has hoarded every last deleted scene in a digital vault, probably labeled “In Case of Guilt Trip.”

I’ve spoken with my author about the final version. My favorite scenes survived the purge, thankfully—the ones where I get to be a little unhinged, sarcastic, and dangerously effective. The love scenes? Let’s just say I had… notes. Watching your private moments written out for strangers is one thing. Watching them edited for “pacing” is another. But I survived, and so did Blair. Barely.

And here’s the real kicker: Omega isn’t the end. Not even close. Book two, Atlas, is already on the horizon. If you thought my first war was messy, wait until you see the next one. More enemies. More betrayals. More people who really should’ve stayed out of my way. I’m ready. Blair’s ready. The question is—are you?

Stay tuned. And try not to judge me too harshly when you get to the chapters where I make decisions no sane man should. Spoiler: sanity isn’t exactly my strong suit.

– Pierce Rockwell