BLANK: THREADS – the second book in the Blank series continues the saga of Lincoln Delabar, the boy with no face, as his life moves into adulthood, where things aren't quite what he expected. He's searching. For her. And will do anything to find her.
So, a lot of people wonder, "Why a guy with no face?"
The answer might not be what you expect, but I find it fascinating how my mind works at times. I don't just sit down at my desk and put my chin in my hand and ponder. Usually, that would result in me falling asleep or staring at cat videos for hours.
For me, my ideas form from two or more random things that crop up in daily life and then find some connection that means more to me than their separate states. Like Blank.
I was enjoying a nice lunch with a friend, and he mentioned the fact that it would be cool to see a book that was completely blank. No words, graphics, explanations, or blurbs. Nothing. I agreed, but said it would be impossible. Something on the cover has to tell the reader the title and author.
Well, that stuck with me the rest of the day as I pondered how I could somehow work a blank cover into a novel. Later that evening, I was watching TV with the wife, bored. As she tortured me with some dancing show, my eyes fell on these figurines she was given as a gift. Nothing I had really paid attention to before, but my eyes wandered to them on their own. They were angels. And they had blank faces. Epiphany!
Instead of the cover being blank, why not tell the story of a man born into our world with no face? The title of the book would be BLANK, not the cover. And Lincoln Delabar was born.
In BLANK: THREADS, 8 years have passed since the night it had all gone so bad.
8 years.
A lifetime.
For Lincoln Delabar, it had been a lifetime wasted. The teenager he had been was now a grown man. Older. Wiser. But a lesser man just the same. Something was missing, and it festered like a splinter in his mind.
He had to find her. So, when a part of his past found him—a part he never knew existed—he discovered what he’d been searching for had always been right there. Staring back at him. Like a Blank face.
He was propelled into a world that would change his life forever. The violence in him had surfaced again and threatened to rule him. He’d let it in. He had to. He could control it.
Or could he?