2023 SC Comicon

This year’s Comicon in Greenville, South Carolina was fantastic! So many things to see and people to meet.

New Year, New Sneak Peeks!

They Call Me Queen - Third and final installment of the Call Me Series

“My Queen. The orb does not take from your insecurities. It does not mold you into someone who you are not. This trial can only be entered into with the bravery, honor, and compassion only our Queen can possess. Let it be known, every good thing is forged from the weight of the bad. You are allowed to be everything that is uniquely you. This journey only helps you step into the role that has always been yours and yours alone. Do not despair. You are enough.” 

Brittyn participates in her final adventure to save those she loves while becoming the powerful Valkyrie she has to be. Can she fight through all of her doubts to be able to reign as Queen? Find out soon in the final installment of the Call Me Series.

The Wonderment

“The Wonder exists in the same plane as the human one. It sits atop it and fits into a small portion of the world where gaps exist. Think about the Bermuda Triangle in the Atlantic Ocean or Blood Falls in Antartica. There are many places where the veil is thin and we can pass right through just like you did today. Except Mount Hood usually takes quite a bit of magic to make it here. Think about it in terms of a backdoor but with a lock on it. That’s why the guards were so squirrelly. No one comes through that way and most of us can will ourselves here anyways.” She says. 

Mixed up in an ancient feud, Everleigh has trouble deciding which path she should take. Does she live as a mundane human, with her bestie and little sister or as a magical warrior that comes with three striking handsome men?

Ethereal

“Television always makes death and ghosts sound so friggin exciting. It’s scares and poltergeist and seances all the time. I hate to break it to you, but yeah it’s not really like that. The days go on and on and just linger like any other boring day when you were alive. Just like with anything else, death makes an impression. I would say the largest dent is always left on the living though. Sure, my death has affected me to the same extent as any other banal decision. It’s those minor, seemingly insignificant decisions that place us all on the road to our end. We never see it coming until it’s staring us in the face. At that point, what can we even do but look blankly at the demise of our own creation? It always, always comes back to those mundane choices. If I think really hard I can almost make myself believe that I would do something differently to escape the fate I was handed, but deep down, I know this is what was supposed to happen. Don’t get me wrong, I am not one of the new age believers in God’s plan, but I am realistic. We all make our choices based on the information presented to us at any given time.”

Ket is working as one of gods reapers. Because of her traumatic death, Ket focuses her attentions on the ugliest of ugly on Earth, men who abuse. After a random everyday reaping, Ket and her best friend in death, Natasha, are drawn into the battle between a living young girl and the monster who has targeted her. Will Ket be able to put her own past aside to save an innocent? Join Ket as she learns the lessons she never learned while living.

Sneak Peeks!

Corporeal

I died on a Tuesday, not much different than today. It was a regular day for some, but unfortunately that wasn’t the case for me. I wasn’t alone like I am now, but that hardly matters. I tend to avoid telling people of my demise, after all, it is frowned upon to ask someone how they met their end. I avoid it, not because of the reason most Ethereals think. My life isn’t what made me who I am, it was my death, my dissolution, my end, at the mercy of familiar hands. Yep, I knew my own personal reaper. It was once a hard point of contention, but without that particular brand of betrayal, I wouldn’t be exactly where I should be today, more than fifty years after my eyes opened to this new existence, to my life after death.

Wet

The man still crouched down staring at me is beautiful. I know men aren’t typically referred to as beautiful but handsome doesn’t really seem to cover it. He has dark skin a few shades darker than my own ebony, long locs with randomly placed colored strings, beads, and adornments, and gorgeous brown eyes. They look like a well of the most chocolatey brown you could just drown yourself in. I notice about a second too late, after I had finished eye-raping him, that his gaze is locked on me. Damn it. I hope he didn’t notice, but the smirk adorning his chiseled face says he absolutely did. Crap on a cracker.

They Call Me Queen

“What you think you know is not so. Do not believe those who aim to deceive. They are plentiful and will do more harm than good. They cannot prepare you for what is to come, but we can. Call my name when you are ready and I will come to you.”

Scrolling for Thought

Late last week, I was relaxing at home, scrolling through my Facebook feed. As I scrolled lackadaisically,  I came across a post from one of my favorite groups, Black Girl Writers. The post read “Normalize giving fantasy creatures extremely black names.” The example given was “Behold, the great and powerful Dontrell!” I kind of chuckled when I first read it but later it came back to mind in a big way. Why are there never any fantasy characters that celebrate both the genre and the culture? Even in my own books I never named any of the characters Tyrone or Jamal. All of my character names center around the origin of the Fae, Celtic/Irish. It never even occurred to me. I think it’s that thought specifically that hangs in my head. Why is my own culture the furthest thing from my mind when I write? I am a firm believer that you cannot separate the author from the words, but am I leaving out a pivotal part of who I am by neglecting to include things that are traditionally African American? The more I think about this the more questions that come from it. Does it mean I am perpetuating the idea that fantasy isn’t a “black” genre? If I write a book and all the characters are named like us, act like us, dress like us, am I trying too hard to create a space at the table for us? I think at the end of the day, I have to write about what inspires me. That’s not to say African American culture isn’t inspiring because even without the many, many struggles of our people, we are and will always be an inspiration. We will see how that plays out as I grow my catalog.  

Press Release

Author Jade Jackson’s new book “They Call Me Mother” is a riveting tale of magic, loyalty, and courage for a band of adventurers from the Fae world.

“They Call Me Mother” from Page Publishing author Jade Jackson is a spellbinding sequel to her prior work, “They Call Me Aide” starring Brittyn, a dauntless Valkyrie princess who leaves the kingdom of the Fae on a search and rescue mission for two dear friends lost to the confusing and dangerous and human realm.