If you had asked me a week ago who I was, I would’ve told you I am Ilyana Marie Meyers. Today is my eighteenth Birthday. I am the only daughter of Robert Meyers, a Jewish car salesman from New Jersey and Nancy Meyers, an Italian lawyer from Manhattan. I would tell you that I have a smaller version of my Fathers hooked nose, my Mothers tan skin, courtesy of the long Florida summers and a tall frame, the hazel eyes of my Grandmother and dark brown curls that are all my own. I would tell you that I am a B average student, when I sing, it resembles feral cats fighting. My best friend is my German Shepard Sasha. My room is always a mess, I make incredible homemade pasta and my main goal in life is to go to school and get a useless anthropology degree and purposefully get stranded on a tropical island with a tall, dark and handsome stranger that likes to read, write, sleep in and occasionally sunbathe.
But this is today and today my name is Ilyana Oksana Malakhova. I was adopted from an orphanage in Ukraine when I was 3 years old. I have no memories of who I really am or who I even was at that time. But I have been told that I was left in the dumpster of a gas station as a newborn, found by the owner and turned over to a tiny orphanage with too many children and not enough food or clothes. I was almost adopted numerous times by my first Birthday, but every time someone came for me they backed out. On my third Birthday a stranger came into the orphanage and told the workers to find any way they can to kill me, they told the workers that I was a bad omen, a danger to the world. They were terrified, one even tried to kill me in my sleep, but a single nurse took pity on me and immediately transferred me to an orphanage in Eastern Russia, a week later I was adopted by the people I call Mom and Dad. It wasn’t until a week ago that I learned the story of who I was – or who I am.Today, I would tell you that my parents are dead, my school demolished and the friends I never even came close to having are missing. Today, I would tell you that I may be insane, but the stranger in Ukraine may have been right about me. Today, I would tell you that I am one of, if not the last surviving Nephilim: the child of a human and an angel.
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I have always been a big fan of fantasy and young adult literature. But as I got older I noticed a huge stigma attached to Young Adult Fantasy books. I feel like a lot of author tried to compensate for that by making their books edgier or explicit. I wanted to create a story that was smart, interesting and relied on more than violence or sex to make it edgy. I feel like this is a book that a teenager could read and enjoy, but it’s also a story someone in their 20’s (like me) and beyond could be proud to say the read.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
There were numerous sources of inspiration. I don’t think any single character was modeled after any particular person I know. I just took the best attributes and the worst weaknesses and made what I believe are incredibly believable, lovable, interesting people.
Katelyn Campbell is as avid a reader, as she is a writer. She loves cooking, sleeping in and anything that involves peanut butter. She has written since she was a small child, but particularly enjoys writing Young Adult Paranormal Fantasy.
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