Supernatural Central Short and Quick Interview
1. Tell me a little bit about your main character of this book.
Jase is the main character of ReBirth, though some could argue that Liya is, but in the end of it all it is *his* story. He starts off as uncertain with a reputation at his back. He wants to prove that he is more than the blood on his hands, he wants to be a hero. He has a lot of work to do though, the first thing is getting the girl he was supposed to take back to his father to trust him, which is kind of hard to do when the villain is his father.
2. Do you believe in the paranormal and if so, do you have an experience you can share?
I do, and I do have an experience, though it probably isn’t as exciting as most. I had a cat named Patches when I was young, he would always sleep on my feet, never failed. I was heartbroken when my parents put him to sleep without me getting to say goodbye. The first night and many nights after I would still feel him jump onto the bed and settle on my feet, even though I would look up at the blankets and see nothing. I’d say good night to him and go to sleep. It wasn’t until I found Neko that his presence ceased. He knew I had her now, and he was happy to let her take care of me.
3. What titles are you working on now that you can tell us about?
ReBirth is the first of three core books in the Zodiac series, Preorder for Dreamtaker (Book Two) has already started and Shattered Fate (Book Three) is nearing completion. There are also three planned prequels, including Jase’s full backstory, Corvus and the villainess Time’s stories.
Aside from the Zodiac series I have been working on the Hunter series, the first book After Stars End takes place 325 years after the Zodiac series ends.
As for standalones I have a novella, The Drowned Prince in development along with Winter’s Mistress.
Excerpt:
Time gripped the spear’s shaft in her chest until her hand bled. A thousand years of being left pinned to the roots of the Mother Tree by Fate gnawed at her.
Groaning, she threw her head back, her long white hair dingy from the dirt and overgrowth. It stuck to the bark and pulled, causing stinging to roll through her skull.
Her chest heaved in frustration as she let out a primal scream before releasing the blood-red metal of the weapon. The tips pierced between her navel and breasts. She drew up the length of the captured arm with her free hand, tracing the tattoos with her blood. The red contrasted magnificently with the pale blue of her skin.
Throughout the twisted root cave, slivers of her power, thin golden threads, glittered across everything, waiting to catch prey in its nets.
Light at the end of the tunnel flickered, causing Time’s lips to curl into a devilish smile. Come to me. I could use the entertainment.
A rush of wind filled the hollow space, feathers scattering toward her in a kaleidoscope of black and white.
Time chuckled, low and deep. It’s her.
Her ex-lover stepped into the curtained sunlight and took slow, purposeful steps forward. Fate held her head high. Long black and white hair hung over her shoulders; the two colors parted directly down the middle. Time’s lip quivered as Fate ran her hand through her hair. Irresistible as ever. Her still gorgeous wings—one white, one black—spread behind her shoulders. Fate paused in the cavern and dismissed her wings with a flick of her wrist. Feathers rained down, disappearing into dust.
Time moved, her joints popping and her face twisting into a sinister grin. “Fate, my love, you’ve finally come,” she paused as a cloaked man peered into the cave, “to visit.”
So, she brought the rabble. How quaint.
Fate squared her shoulders. “I came to end this.”
“Is that so?” Time went slack; resting her free hand on the shaft of the Spear of Souls, tracing the metal with her gaze, she recalled the betrayal. How Fate and the Keepers cornered her, impaled her to the Mother Tree, and how the look of fear in the Keeper of Stars’ eyes when she sought her revenge before succumbing to the weapon and shattering him into twelve still gave her satisfaction. Like Mother Urth and Father Sky, he would never walk Gaea again. Time’s neck cracked as she focused on the man huddled at the entrance. The threads stretching through the darkness shifted as he entered. Time’s lips parted as she slid her tongue behind her teeth. “Then why did you bring him?”
The Prophet.
He was the key to her chains, as foretold by the Eternal Clock. The Prophet flinched at her low chuckle.
“Stay back,” Fate snapped before he could push past. “Whatever you do, don’t touch her.”
“Oh, please?” Time moaned, running her hand over her throat. “It has been so long.”
“Silence.” Fate placed her hand on the spear’s shaft, remaining out of Time’s reach. Thin wisps of charcoal smoke rolled over Fate’s shoulder, cascading down to the weapon, the ends darkening as death’s power inched toward Time. Resting her head on the bark, Time stared at the stray white hairs caressing her breasts. Slow, agonizing death was in her future.
The flash of blues and reds of the Prophet’s cloak caught her gaze as he paced uneasily behind Fate, his hand worrying at his chin.
Letting her head roll to the side, Time said, “I felt it, you know. When your daughter was born.”
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