Welcome!! It's great to host you today! Thanks for agreeing to this short Q&A.
Tell us about your favorite restaurant.
The Place Across the Street from the Hotel Laguna. Yes, that’s the name of the restaurant, not just it’s location. It’s in Laguna Beach, California. With its amazing seafood, especially my favorite, shrimp, it is a perfect ending to a day of sunning yourself on the beach and wading through tidal pools. You can dine outside, enjoying a cool ocean breeze. And how can you not love that name? Back in the old days before one simply googled everything, a 411 operator got very annoyed with me when I asked for the phone number to the restaurant in order to make a reservation. She would not believe that was actually its name.
New York or LA? Why?
LA, absolutely. New York is an amazingly fun city to visit. Energy and excitement zip through the air. I’ve always had a fantastic time in New York. But did you know it snows and gets really cold there in the winter? In LA, the weather is always perfect. 70s and sunshine year round. The atmosphere is causal, and people tend not to take themselves too seriously. I lived in Long Beach, California, for eleven years, and I miss it terribly. If the cost of living wasn’t so high, I’d move back in an instant.
If I came to visit early in the morning would you impress me as being more like a chirpy bird or a grumpy bear?
A grumpy bear. It’s best not to talk to me too early. My husband sometimes sings in the shower, and I find this most offensive. Mornings aren’t meant for cheerfulness. One of my characters in The Soul Stone gives the opinion that “the sunrise is a pleasure the gods intended only for themselves.” I couldn’t agree more.
Do your friends think you are an introvert or an extravert? Why?
I’m a major introvert. I don’t like big parties. Small groups are fun, but people exhaust me. I’m happiest curled up on my sofa with my laptop and a cat.
Do you have a favorite quote, quip, or saying? What is it?
“Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.” I saw this on a bumper sticker, and I thought it sage advice.
What do you find most rewarding about writing?
The high. There is nothing like the thrill of writing when it’s going well. Every aspect of the world comes alive, and you are a goddess.
The Ghost in Exile
by Jamie Marchant
GENRE: High Fantasy
The Ghost is going to hell. Not even the goddess can forgive his sins: assassin, oath-breaker, traitor (an affair with the queen earned him that title). No one can ever learn the princess is his daughter. To keep this secret, he flees to the land that turned him from a simple stable groom into an infamous killer.
His mission now? To find evildoers and take them to hell with him. But when an impulsive act of heroism saddles him with a damsel who refuses to be distressed, her resilience forces him to questions why he really ran from his daughter.
The Ghost went for a walk after his supper at the Green Sandpiper, an inn that catered to mercenaries and other unsavory types. The falling of night deepened the cold, but he didn’t cut short his walk. He wandered the filthy streets of the poorer section of the city, thinking about past kills—those in the distant past, not those connected with his daughter. He couldn’t think of her ever again. The few short years he’d spent with her had been the best in his life, but he hadn’t deserved them. The only thing he deserved was to rot in the seven hells. He wondered how many had died at his hands. Two hundred? Three? More? He’d never kept count.
Few of the street lights were lit in this part of town, but that was no hindrance to The Ghost. When he’d been the Saloynan king’s personal assassin, he’d had an enchantment performed on his eyes, giving him the ability to see in the dark, even the complete darkness of a cave.
Passing an alley, he heard a commotion. He turned to see a young woman pleading with two men. “Don’t make me go with him,” she begged. “He hurts me.”
The first man slapped her across the face, and The Ghost saw the iron slave collar around the woman’s neck. She wore a low-cut, red bodice trimmed with black lace and an extremely short red skirt. She had to be freezing in this weather. “You’ll do as you’re told and like it, or . . .” He drew a knife and ran it across her right breast, drawing a thin line of blood.
He imagined his daughter being similarly assaulted. He stepped into the alley. “Let her go.”
Jamie Marchant is the author of the epic fantasy series, The Kronicles of Korthlundia. Her novels include The Goddess's Choice, The Soul Stone, and The Ghost in Exile. Her short fiction has been published in the anthologies--Urban Fantasy and Of Dragons & Magic: Tales of the Lost Worlds—and in Bards & Sages, The World of Myth, A Writer’s Haven, and Short-story.me. She lives in Auburn, Alabama, with her husband and four cats, which (or so she’s been told) officially makes her a cat lady. She teaches writing and literature at Auburn University. She is the mother of a grown son.
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