Behind the Story: Knight of Nights

The idea for Knight of Nights was born out of grief.

I had lost my best friend and my grandmother only a few months apart. I found myself angry at this “thing” we call death. This thing we know exists only because we stop existing.

“It”...

I thought about that word a lot.

I couldn’t blame anyone for my loss, yet “it” was something that had happened to the people I loved. “It” is the destination we will all encounter one day.

So I wrote Knight of Nights during my daily commute on the train.

It was wintertime, which meant darkness came around six p.m., and it was rush hour, which meant scarce seats and a train car full of passengers standing elbow-to-elbow, breathing the same stuffy air.

As the train sped along, the lights outside stretched past the windows, changing color and shape. My mind began to wander, and my fingers began to write.

What if? I thought.

What if a job was meant to be done for eternity?

Veronica Camp