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Sci-Fi Novelist Valjeanne Jeffers joins Penelope & Otto on "In Like Flynn"
11pm CST Saturday March 7, 2009



Valjeanne Jeffers is a science fiction writer and the author of the post-apocalyptic tales, IMMORTAL and IMMORTAL II: THE TIME of LEGEND. Published in Revelry 2006, Drumvoices 2007 & 2008, The Ringing Ear: Black Poets Lean South 2007 & Pembroke Magazine 2007; Jeffers was chosen as semifinalist for the Rita Dove poetry award 2007. Her poems will appear in Little Black Book: Bedtime Stories for Lovers Vol 2, Making Sense of the Madness & Liberated Muse Vol I: How I Freed My Soul.

Among other issues, Jeffers will discuss her cross genre novels that give an erotic twist to a post apocalyptic totalitarian society populated with beings whose abilities set them part as potential heroes and victims.

Immortal (2nd edition)
Excerpt: Karla stood on the porch, dressed only in her nightshirt. How had she come to be here? Was she still dreaming? Yes, that was it. It felt like one…more like a dream than any she’d had in years. The buildings around her were cloaked in mist, the streetlamps, lifeless globes. The night moons encircled with a silver nimbus of clouds. The smell, what was that smell?

So familiar? So enticing? She saw now that the fog was tinged with red and green smoke. Rush smoke…! I’ve been breathing it! But for how long? Her body answered her. Every nerve ending in her body seemed to come alive. A surge of desire so intense, it was almost painful, rocked her senses. Her nipples grew hard beneath her gown. She could feel the dampness between her thighs.
Karla gripped the railing, trying to steady herself, while a voice from deep within her, cried out in protest...


Immortal II: The Time of Legend

Excerpt: Without warning, a growling fury sprinted into their midst on all fours. Thick black hair covered the creature’s face and body. Her ears were pointed and furry. Her eyes, bright yellow and outlined in black. Black talons gleamed at the ends of her fingers and toes – limbs that bore closer resemblance to a wolf’s paws. Karla snarled, revealing wickedly pointed canines. As she neared the officer torturing Estella the lycan rose and leaped:...





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