April 4, 2018

A to Z Challenge: The Letter D -… Hold me closer, Dancer

My A to Z Challenge contains names, places and things that are found in a series of books called The Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning. If you haven't read these books, which I recommend, please be aware there will be spoilers.

Art by Happi Anarky
Dani met Dancer near the end of Shadowfever (when he gave her a bracelet, first gift from a guy she liked) and they have been inseparable since. In Iced, Dancer made it clear he has feelings for her. Dancer is the only person Dani feels like she can be herself with: young, a little geeky, a lot brainy. Both him and Dani move around frequently, never staying in one place too long. They have many hideouts around the city, above and below ground. Dani worries about him because he does not have any superpowers.
Humans | Karen Marie Moning, https://karenmoning.com/humans/ (accessed March 21, 2018).

Inside Barrons Books & Baubles Dani gets a letter that Mac wanted her to have. It was a letter from Dancer who was deceased. Apparently, Dancer gave it to Mac before he died.

 To Dani from Dancer

Hi Mega. I love you. I thought I'd say that first, so I didn't start right off with an ominous cliche like If you're reading this, I'm dead. But if you are, I am. Don't worry about me, I'm fine, and we'll see each other again. I wanted to leave you a letter but I couldn't think of a place to leave it that A: you wouldn't find it before I was dead, and B: you'd definitely see it after I was and, honestly, I didn't want you to have it right away, so I asked Mac to give it to you when the time seemed right. I know my death will hit you hard, and I'm so bloody sorry about that. I've suspected for a while the cosmic clock is winding down for me. I know the signs. You know them, too, and I love you to the ends of the earth and back again for ignoring them with me. That took more than courage, Mega. That took a heart of gold and a backbone of steel. I used to worry that I'd never get to hold you and make love to you in this lifetime. That our red thread was going to have to be a platonic one because you were so young when we met and I had an impaired heart, and it drove me crazy because I knew we'd loved each other before. I knew it the moment I saw you, spitting "fecks" a million miles a minute, feeling everything in life so intensely. Google the red thread of Japanese myth. If the Internet doesn't work, look in my photo album, the brown leather on with all the selfies we took together when we were having crazy, stupid fun. Along with those other selfies where we were doing crazy, sexy things. I love you for those. Bes. Porn. Ever. So anyway, I printed out the myth for you, in case the world stays offline, but in brief, the Japanese believe our relationships are predestined by gods who tie together the pinky fingers of those who are supposed to find each other in life. People connected by re threads will have a profound impact on one another, life-changing, soul-shaping impact. They'll make history together. Although those threads can get tangled, knotted, and snarled, they're unbreakable. (As an aside, I think it's best not to take the "unbreakable" part for granted. The choice is paramount. Red threads are sacred. Be gentle with them. ) (As another aside, those red threads shoot out from our pinky fingers because the ulnar artery runs from the heart to the little finger and those threads are there to keep our spirits connected, across space and time.) Thank you for being my red thread. I know how damned lucky I was to get you. I know you, wild thing. Much better than you think. You thought I loved you because I only saw the good parts of you. You thought I saw you through a filter. I didn't. I know about the cage (I hate her for that more than you can know), the killing you were tricked into doing (I hate Rowena, too), the terrible injustices you suffered. Yet, you came out of it with a heart so pure it takes my breath away. If I could, I'd have saved you a thousand times over. I'd have been your knight in shining armor. I'd have slain dragons, rescued you, fought wars for you. But no one saved you. So you save the world. And now I'm dead, and I left you alone, and I hate that. You remember when I asked you about Ryodan? You got mad at me when I said I wasn't as super as him. You said that I was just as super, just not in the same ways. Thank you for saying that. I view you the way you see Ryodan. I worship you. I'm in awe of you. I think you're the most amazing person I've ever known. I envied Ryodan. His strong heart, his immortal body. I envied his long life so much I nearly hated him. Then one day he came to me after you told him I was dying. He told me about you. The things you never let me know. He didn't tell me everything, so don't get mad at him. I know because I asked questions he wouldn't answer. He wanted me to know what a miracle you are. He was also taking my measure, trying to decide if I was worthy of you. My respect and esteem for you grew even higher that day, and I hadn't thought it possible. You're a one in a googolplex kind of woman, Mega. Before he left, he offered to get me the Elixir of Life. When I said no, he offered to make me like him. He said it wasn't a guaranteed success, my heart might blow anyway. I might not survive the transformation. But because you loved me, he would try. He said neither the elixir nor becoming like him was without price, both came accompanied by significant problems. He said he would tell me those problems if I chose one of the options. I've never been so tempted in my life. But there's a pattern and purpose to all things. I see it in the sublime truth of math, I hear it in the perfection of great musical compositions. This spectacular universe knows what it's doing. He also told me the definition of love you gave him when you were fourteen---great one, by the way!---but said you'd missed something. He said love is the willingness to put the happiness and evolution of the person you love before your own. Even if it means giving them up. Time for brutal truth: I always knew you wanted us both. Stop sweating it, wild thing. I'm only one of the many twists and turns of your evolution. I'm getting tired now. It won't be long. I want to rest so I can make love to you again tonight when you get home. The way you look at me in bed, with all that fierce emotion blazing from your eyes, the way you touch me ---you're not big on words, but I feel it in your hands---and, because of you, I've gotten to be the man I always wanted to be in this lifetime. Dani, my bodacious, magnificent red thread, you rocked my fucking world, you rattled my existence, you woke me up to shades of life I'd never seen before. I think sometimes we don't get to see our red threads for a dozen or more lifetimes. I hope other times we get a hundred lives together, back to back. I can't wait for the chance to love you again. But it's not my turn now. That privilege belongs to someone else. I love you like pi. Dancer

Karen Moning|Fever #10 High Voltage page 302-306 ch 29


  1. I never finished this series! Thanks for the reminder. It was a good one.
    Melanie's Stories: D is for Dear Hank and John

  2. Never heard of this series, but I am intrigued. I'll put it on my "check it out" list. Right now I have 8 books piled up, the AtoZ daily, and life happening.

    Just never enough time.

    Tale Spinning


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