I got the idea for Everdead at the Glastonbury Music Festival, 1997. It was raining. I was lying in my tent, wondering if the rain would ever stop, when I overheard a conversation from a nearby tent: some paranoid young man (possibly under the influence of an illegal substance) was telling his friends in a high-pitched, panicky voice that there was a serial killer at the festival, stabbing people as they lay in their tents waiting for the rain to stop. I grinned, climbed behind the wheel of my imagination, and put my foot to the floor. After some deliberation, I decided to substitute the setting of a music festival with a vacation hotspot: San Antonio in Ibiza. I then decided my bad guy should be a vampire instead of a serial killer. The New York Times critic I keep in my pocket informed me that the world didn’t need another vampire story, but I didn’t care; I was too jazzed by the idea of my sexy young vampire seducing sexy young victims at the hottest nightclubs in San Antonio. The original title of this novel was Sundown, and it was first published on a website called BookAffairs. I was never totally satisfied with the story (it seemed flimsy, somehow … incomplete), and so I went back to it – I revamped it (pun most certainly intended) – and found the novel I had been looking for since that rainy day in 1997.