Unfortunately, normalcy is the last thing in store for her once she meets Lake George’s newest arrival, Dr. Gilead Knightly. Granted immortality from a line of people whose Great Ancestor marched into the Garden of Eden and ate from the Tree of Life, Gilead has been alive for centuries and has met everyone from Nubian kings to Napoleon.
But Gilead and his eccentric family are also hunted beings because God considers the Edenites’ possession of immortality to be theft. And for thousands of years He has dealt with their transgression by sending each of them a “Glitch” —an unsuspecting human meant to retrieve this stolen “property” of immortality and kill them off.
When Emmy discovers that she is Gilead’s Glitch, she is not only thrown into a world of immortals who eat bone marrow, panthers who read minds, and a family whose blood is made of pulsing gold, but she finds herself the target of Gilead’s vengeance: he must get rid of her before she gets rid of him.
The Last King Book Reviews
Last King is amazingly written and flawless in my opinion. If you enjoy the world of paranormal, Gods, and also tied with a Romance aspect then these are definitely for you – GirlyGirl Book Reviews. Goodreads
With each book, the story pulls you in more and more. Curiouser and curiouser! Excited to see the continued development of this story – Molly Lyons, Goodreads
This series is a must read for those who love fantasy and African-American literature. Yamina has found a new way to tell the story about the interactions between immortals and mortals. I have already recommended this series to several serious readers I know. – D.D., Amazon
As I was reading, I was filled with such a sense of wonder and anticipation. This book is truly shaping up to be so much more than what you might originally think. I just wanted to stay with the story and explore and find out more about what’s going on and who these people are, but alas – I must wait for Episode 5 – Donna Thompson, Goodreads
From the beginning of the story I knew this one would be different. I don’t read Sci-fi, but I gave it a try. I’m so glad I stepped out of the box to read this. The author does a great job of storytelling. Want a new, fresh read, then this is a must – Kim, Reading Between the Lines Book Club, Amazon
Miss Collins has a way of building the suspense in her story so that it keeps you guessing. Her characters are each well thought out so that they fit into the story like a fine tuned engine – Robin Barton, Goodreads
Downstairs, outside of the High Note, the boardwalk is strewn with only a few people, some of whom wander around
looking for a restaurant to sit and relax in, and some of whom stroll about, staring out onto the lake or admiring the moon; two of the strollers are even the ones being admired, if for nothing else than their sheer size.
It is not that people have never seen men of their stature before–after all, basketball courts on television are filled with players of their magnitude—but to see two ordinary men up close like this proves daunting to even the most casual observer.
Yet what is most startling about the two men on the boardwalk is not their height, but rather the congruency of their heights. Each is an almost a replica of the other in size and looks: well built and athletic, wearing sneakers, jeans and a T-shirt; both are even decked out in smart-looking eyeglasses.
Indeed, they could be mistaken for twins, if not for the fact that one of them is as blond as a Ken doll and the other man is black. Aside from this, it is only in observing them that one sees the contrast of their personalities: the blond one laughs and gestures wildly with his hands as he walks, as if he means to break out into a song or dance, while the black man registers no smile at all and seems as stiff as a board.
“What’s wrong with a dog?” people overhear the blond one suggesting. “A nice big sort of animal. I vote yes to a dog.”
The other man does not answer him.
“Ah, I know what you’re thinking,” the blond one continues, whispering now so that no one else can hear. “You’re thinking Reon will eat it.”
“Of course she will.”
The blond man laughs. “Well, everyone has to die one way or another”—and now he pauses in front of the High Note, wincing at the off-key singing coming from the open door. “It’s as if they’re trying not to sing well. Don’t you think?”
The black man pauses beside him, but does not respond.
Intrigued, the blond one strides to the door. “Coming in for a minute? It’s early. Not even eight o’clock yet. No? Well, I’m going in.”
It is a funny night to the man who remains there on the boardwalk. The air here does not feel right against his skin, and he frowns. He has never felt that before: since when does the air make his flesh tingle?
In a moment, he can make out the raucous laughter of his companion coming from inside the restaurant, and he means to walk to the door and tell him that he is going home. But something stops the man; a strange buzz starts to germinate in his head, like the soft hammering of metal at the center of his brain. He creases his brows and makes a sudden choking sound.
“Huh?” he says to himself, startled.
Then he sneezes. Once. Twice. And now a third time.
It can’t be, he thinks, trying to remember the last time he had a cough or cold: not since Father sat on the throne.
And then it hits him, like a virulent jolt, this rapid sense of air bubbles rising in his head, like so much pressure in his brain.
His breathing accelerates, heavy and out of control, and a ruthless kick of pain hits him in his chest and stomach. To his shock, he doubles over suddenly, and finds his vision blurring.
The tall man shakes his head to focus, and looks down to see his hands trembling violently of their own volition. It is not just his hands that shake, either. Something deeper inside of him shakes as well—the very sinews and muscles in his body, and even his own heart.
“You all right, mister?” someone asks him, hesitantly.
The black man nods, and the inquisitor follows up his first question with a second one: “You got a cigarette I can borrow, mister?”
The black man can smell the liquor on the other man and brusquely waves him away. Then he tries to straighten up, but falters. Anger crowds his face: all that power in him, all of that strength, and he cannot steady his hands, straighten up, or keep from feeling like he is about to choke.
The very idea of it all is insulting to him, and he curses God. Then he reminds himself that he can’t let Markus see him this way, staring about wild-eyed like this, confused and out of breath.
In a moment, Markus steps outside of the High Note, laughing wildly and clapping his hands. “We should do karaoke with Dad,” he calls out. “We should—” He pauses, standing over the bent figure before him. “What are you doing, Gilead?”
Gilead hides his trembling hands behind his back and manages to bring himself to his full height. “Just—thinking,” he responds. This is all the excuse he can formulate at the moment, for even his tongue aches.
“Since when do you hunch over to think?”
Markus frowns. “Your heart sounds—”
“It’s fine,” Gilead insists. He means to smile his assurance, but there is no point in smiling because he never smiles. Indeed, smiling would only stimulate Markus’s suspicion, not diminish it.
“Let’s go,” Gilead instructs, walking forward as coolly as possible, refusing to wince, even as a myriad of thoughts flood his mind, chief among them that it is not possible for him to be sick. It does not and cannot happen.
And as he recalls, the last time he experienced any sort of pain or sickness was on the day he died.
( Continued… )
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BPM: Share with us your personal journey into publishing. Was this a fun time in your life?
BPM: How did you get to be where you are in your life today? Who or what motivated you?
BPM:Who does your body of literary work speak to? Do you consider authors as role models?
BPM: Could you tell us something about your most recent work? Is this book available in digital forms like Nook and Kindle? The Last King is my first novel. It’s a fantasy/romance book that also covers the genres of history, religion, African-American literature and science-fiction. It’s about a young woman in modern day New York who finally meets the love of her life; problem is, he’s an immortal being called an Edenite, and it’s his job to kill her. Question is, will he kill her, or fall in love with her? Right now, the book is only available on the kindle, at Amazon.
BPM: Give us some insight into your main characters or speakers. What makes each one so special?
I have loved creating the main female protagonist, Emmy Hughes. She’s six-feet tall, dark-skinned, and not typical of what you’d find in a leading lady. I’ve had a ball making her a soft, gentle character. She isn’t rough around the edges, although she is not a pushover either. I wanted to put her in a world where she is loved by her father, mother and brother. Hers is not a woe is me tale. I think she is the voice of beauty and reason in this book.
Gilead, on the other hand, my male protagonist, is everything you tend not to find in black male characters. He’s man in charge, a man who comes from a line of royalty, and he is comfortable in his own skin. And yet he has this tender side I think women will appreciate. I think their not being stereotypical black characters is what makes them so special.
BPM:What inspired you to sit down and actually start writing this book? Why now?
As I began to sort out details of the book’s plot, I grew more and more excited. I’ve always wanted to tell great and unique stories, and I decided to write the book I’d always wanted to see in print. This was my chance to create a beautiful African-American female heroine, and a strong, heroic black male. Why did I decide to write it now? Because it was time, and the idea had germinated long enough in my head.
BPM:What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
BPM: Where do your book ideas come from?
BPM:Are your books plot-driven or character-driven? Why?
BPM:Are there under-represented groups or ideas featured if your book? If so, discuss them.
BPM: How does your book relate to your present situation, education, spiritual practice or journey?
BPM: Did you learn anything personal from writing your book? Can you share some stories about people you met while researching this book?
I am still learning a lot, because I have had to do research write some of these characters. One of my favorite people of history that I learned about was the pharaoh Akenaten, who was Nefertiti’s husband. Gilead comes from the line of Akenaten on his mother’s side. And on his father’s side he comes from the line of Pianky – the Nubian King of Egypt!
BPM: What were your goals and intentions in this book, and how well do you feel you achieved them?
One of my goals has been to help change the way African-Americans view ourselves in a historical way. We are too often portrayed as slaves and victims, with no connection to grand achievements in this world. I wanted to tell a bit of our history outside of just slavery. And creating these ancient people who live in present day New York, but who lived a long time ago, was a way for me to achieve that goal. I hope I am doing a good job of it.
BPM: What projects are you working on at the present? The Last King is a serial and a trilogy, so I am still hard at work on the book. It is published in short episodes.
BPM:How can readers discover more about you and your work?
Readers can visit my blog, Yaminatoday.com. On the blog I have created an entire imaginary soundtrack for Gilead and Emmy’s love story. Folks can find the songs I chose under my Lit-Video section. I’ve got everything from Earth, Wind and Fire to the Beach Boys as background music to The Last King, ha ha.
Readers can also look up an interview I did about The Last King on youtube, at this link here. Or, they can go to Amazon, and read one of the written interviews I did with Black pearls magazine for the first episode of The Last King.