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Meet Jaya

I recently published an interview with Jaya from Power in the Fantasy, Sci-Fi Reader Lounge and wanted to share it with all of you.

Readers Lounge: Jaya Foster, thank you for sitting down with the Readers Lounge today. What a treat this is going to be for our readers. Before we jump right into the interview, can you tell us a little bit about who you are?

Jaya: I’m Jaya Foster and come from a world where everyone has powers. Yeah, my last name means I was raised in a state-run home. You probably noticed the yellow jewel in my head and are wondering what my skill is? Well, I’m a Gater. Not a Portaler as everyone likes to call us. Pretty talented too. Level 5, so state-raised and state-taught to become their own personal executioner should anyone get out of hand. That isn’t my main job though. I’m in charge of making certain the Blues stay on their side of the city and to keep track of the Level 1s allowed over. One day I hope to get out of the basement office and get a real job as a Detective.

Readers Lounge: On to the interview. What do they like to wear?

J: Everything I own, at once. Okay, not quite. But as a Gater I have to keep a constant eye on my body temperature. My Skill leeches heat from my body to rip apart space and form portals. Because of that, probably my favorite piece of clothing are my fleece-lined thermal pajamas. They’d keep a lizard warm in winter.

Readers Lounge: What scares them?

J: Nothing. Next question.
Fine, fine. You ever felt your body drain from your, have your toes and fingers burn and freeze at the same time? Hear your heartbeat slowing to a sluggish single thump before succumbing to a faint? That’s why I don’t like being around cold-casting people or can stand winter. And drink all my beer warm.

Readers Lounge: If they could have lived in another decade which would it have been?

J: Sometimes I want to see the before scar time. We know almost nothing about the life before the red scars ripped through the planet’s crust. Imagine going all the way back to see if it was true like the crackpot’s theorize and humans once never had any Skills.

Readers Lounge: What is your most treasured possession?

J: My weapons-grade steel and ceramic thermos with fingerprint recognition so no one else can walk off with it. Doesn’t matter how cold they city’s gotten in winter, that baby can keep coffee warm for 24 hours. Not that any coffee in my possession will last longer than two hours tops.

Readers Lounge: What are you most ashamed of in your life?

J: Eating the popsicle that put me in a coma. I was only six at the time, didn’t even know what my skill was yet or how bad cold could destroy me, but that…that one popsicle changed everything.

Learn more about Jaya in Power, already out across the internet.

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Win An eReader & More

Today, I have a fun surprise I’d like to share with you.

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Power Excerpt

A never before seen excerpt from the new sci-fi, fantasy book Power.

Pinching into her nose, Jaya said, “I don’t think you need me, but I’ll wait outside just in case.”

The male agent shrugged, and the female one nodded, but for a brief window Naiya stared at her as if the woman’s last lifeline was being tugged back into the boat. I’m sorry, I wish I could help. Biting her tongue, Jaya rushed out the door and heaved her back against the wall. Inside she could overhear the agents making plans with the mother, telling her when they’d come for the boy, how much of his things he could take with. They made a promise of when she’d be able to see him again — two months. It was always two months, for resettling purposes. To give the child a chance to adjust. It was never two months.

When the door to the room closed, Jaya staggered up to find the female agent swiping a hand over her pad and shuffling off the paperwork for a clerk to finish. “Thank you for your help in there. I hoped it wouldn’t come to violence.”

She should smile, thank the woman as well, then return to the office. They were the SK. It was one thing to thumb your nose at the state, that was practically coated in snot, but challenging the SK could wipe out your life.

“What the hell were you doing confronting the woman in the hospital?!” Jaya hissed. So much for having a life.

The woman waved a hand over her pad, barely lifting her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “My job. The child was near death. Nearer to death than you can understand. We feared she would attempt to abscond with the boy.”

“Her boy,” Jaya tacked on.

“Yes, her child, whom she nearly killed through negligence. And I am uncertain why I am suddenly defending myself to you as if I am the bad guy.”

“It…” She scrunched up her eyes and sighed. “Forget it, forget I even…”

The woman’s soft pink fingernails landed upon the upper arm of Jaya’s leather coat. “The emotion was high in that room. I shall overlook your outburst given how it would have an effect upon anyone.”

The thank you clung to her tongue, but all she could do was limply nod and turn away. Jaya waited until she was near the lounge to lift up a portal, wanting to crawl into her basement office and face nothing for a day. A few people glanced over, no doubt they were waiting on information about their loved ones in surgery. Realizing she was no one important, they all returned to staring glumly at the ground.

Her hand parted through space, aiming directly for her office. Jaya was about to step through when she heard the male agent speak behind her. “When the shit are they going to pass that stupid law already? Let us take ‘em the second their jewel turns blue. Giving ‘em a chance, hope, only leads to this shit. It’s the humane thing to do.”

Not bothering to glance back, she stepped through her tear in space.