Introducing Jenna Greene
Where did the idea for the story come from?
The original story (Reborn – Reborn Marks Series #1) originally came while attending a writer’s conference in Calgary, Alberta. Being surrounded by authors and ideas triggered my own creative juices. The idea for the sequel really came from the characters themselves and the drive to continue their stories.
Give a quote from the books, one that says little but speaks volumes.
“Lately, when she stared at the aquamarine ripples, strange memories, subtle sounds, and undesired images assailed her.”
Summarise your book in ten words or less.
Haunted, Lexil is forced to venture back into the Wastelands.
What genre is it?
Ya fantasy (dystopian)
How many pages is it?
268
Why do you think the readers will want to read it?
Fans of fast-paced books, such as fans of The Hunger Games or The Red Queen, will love the action, adventure, and adversity. Lexil faces challenges and harsh realities with emotion and bravery, changing all who she comes into contact with.
Where are you located?
Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada.
Description
Haunted by memories of those left behind, Lexil and Finn are forced to venture back into the Wastelands.
The Unclaimed Cities are not the idyllic setting Lexil, Finn, and Ceera thought it would be. This new land has challenges of its own – which they soon discover.
When Lexil and Finn return to the Wastelands, they are accompanied by Kaylen, someone they can’t decide is a friend or foe. As they retrace their path, they meet up with old allies and enemies, and encounter other treachery embedded in the Wastelands. The trio are forced to face their own assumptions, prejudices, and fears.
Excerpt
Pressing her hands to her ears, Lexil squeezed her eyes shut and attempted to block out the sensations of sight, sound, and even touch, failing miserably at the task. Stomach swirling and threatening to reject its contents, head pounding and earlobes tingling oddly, she rocked.
The wailing sound darted directly into her ears and rattled and pinched, the pitch shifting to an anguishing frequency.
Before long, she was curled up tight, lying on her side, hands and elbows wrapped around her head. The wail surrounded her, poked at her, vibrated through her veins. It was becoming a part of her.
Lexil whimpered. Vision clouding, she staggered to her knees. “We need… to get … away from…” She pitched forward.
Karen J. Mossman 