Writing The Weight of the Watchers has felt like digging tunnels with a spoon — slow, messy, and full of unexpected discoveries. I thought I knew where the story was going after The Forgotten Sky, but the deeper I go, the more I realize how much I don’t know.
The deeper you go, the more you come to understand just how far the enemy will go — and has gone — in his agenda against the Most High. Satan knows he’s already lost, but he’s still working to corrupt, deceive, and drag down everything and everyone he can.
This second book pushes into even darker corners: suppressed histories, spiritual warfare, generational bloodlines, and the unsettling idea that what we’ve accepted as “normal” might be anything but. The research alone has taken me down wild rabbit holes — from old newspaper clippings about giant skeletons to strange biblical references that refuse to sit quietly on the page.
Sometimes, I’ve wondered if it’s too much. If I’m writing beyond what people want to wrestle with. But I keep coming back to the same conviction: tell the truth, even if it’s uncomfortable.
The characters are evolving too. Claire is no longer just the math teacher questioning abstract ideas; she’s stepping into battles she never signed up for. Ezra, Emily, Margot, Lewis — each one is being pulled into deeper conflicts, each forced to choose between safety and truth.
The Weight of the Watchers isn’t just a sequel — it’s a descent. A deliberate, and maybe reckless, choice to go beneath the surface and confront the secrets most people would rather leave buried.
If you thought The Forgotten Sky left you with questions… just wait.