Booked! A Deleted Scene from ROYAL STREET

There’s an oft-used saying among authors: Sometimes you have to kill your darlings. Appropriately enough, in this case, the originator of that phrase was Southern writerly icon William Faulkner. Although best known for the works he produced from his home in Oxford, Mississippi, Faulkner got his writing career started in New Orleans, renting a room in the French Quarter near St. Louis Cathedral on a street called, ironically, Pirate’s Alley. The building where he lived is now Faulkner House Books, and it just happens to be the setting of one of my own “darlings,” a scene that got killed as Royal Street went through the revision process.

But now you can read it–just click on the tab above! Note for those who haven’t read Royal Street: this is a spoiler-free scene.
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About Suzanne Johnson

Author of urban and paranormal fantasy and romantic suspense, currently living in Auburn, Alabama. Author of the Sentinels of New Orleans series (Royal Street; River Road: Elysian Fields, Pirate's Alley, and Belle Chasse (Nov 2016). Writing as Susannah Sandlin, she is the author of the Penton Legacy series (Redemption; Absolution; Omega; Storm Force; Allegiance); The Collectors series (Lovely, Dark, and Deep; Deadly, Calm, and Cold); and the upcoming Wilds of the Bayou series (Book 1, Wild Man's Curse) releases April 2016).

2 thoughts on “Booked! A Deleted Scene from ROYAL STREET

  1. Suzanne,

    I really like to read deleted scenes. I like this one a lot. Think the photos made this much better.
    Had to laugh out load when I read the Truman Capote closet line.

    Thank you.

  2. @Roger…This was such a fun scene to write! It’s the one I most hated to cut. Have one more, featuring former Louisiana Gov. Huey Long, I’ll put up later. Trivia: Originally, in River Road’s opening scene in the Carousel Bar at the Hotel Monteleone, DJ spotted William Faulkner drinking at the other end of the bar. He got cut, too. Poor Faulkner. Just can’t get a break!