Steven LaChance Blog

When I first began writing Grace, it was not because I wanted to predict a future. It was because I was watching the horror of hate and how fast a city and a nation could ignite into flames. The story began for me in 1992 after the Rodney King verdict when I saw how quickly everything could unravel . Every time the world cracked open after that, whether it was Waco or Oklahoma City or Columbine or Ferguson or Charlottesville, I returned to Grace.

Even though at times my novel may reflect current events, it is fiction written years before in the dark nights of 1992. That matters. If it feels close to what you see today, it is not because I copied it from the headlines. It is because history repeats itself and the shadows we do not confront always return.

So let me say this plainly. Grace is horror. It is dystopian horror. It was born from watching the world hate itself. It is not a wish for the future. It is a warning. Monsters give us the freedom to tell truths we could never get away with in polite conversation. And in this book, the monsters are not only creatures. They are us.

I did not write Grace as entertainment. I wrote it because I was haunted then and I am still haunted now. This is not just a story for today. It is a warning for tomorrow.

This is how the world dies. With Grace.