Today is a special interview with L. S. O’Dea about her new novel Lake of Sins.
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A little bit about Lake of Sins:
class distinction means the difference between imprisonment and freedom and
even life and death, being chosen to stay in the encampment and breed is the
only way to guarantee survival for a teenage Producer.
harvest, the finest examples of teenage Producers are assigned mates; the rest
are loaded onto carts and hauled away, never to be seen or heard from again.
Trinity, a sixteen-year-old Producer, knows that she has no chance of being
chosen to stay. She isn’t even full-blooded Producer. Her father is a House
Servant and she’s spent her entire life hiding her differences, especially her
claws and fangs.
She has one week to
sneak into the forest and discover what happens to those who are taken. Her
plan is simple, but she doesn’t count on being hunted and captured by predators
long believed to be extinct. Can she elude her captors to uncover the fate of her
kind and return to camp before her escape is discovered?
Have you ever had an imaginary friend?
definitely yes. I still have imaginary friends. They are the characters in yet
untold stories. I was the youngest of seven. My closest sibling was almost five
years older than me. That was a huge age gap for a child and I played by myself
often. I don’t recall having any particular imaginary friend so much as having
entire stories with numerous friends and characters to keep me company.
slightly afraid of heights (it is weird that I’d love to be able to fly), but
I’d have to say that my biggest phobia is the fear of water. Not chlorinate
water but the ocean and lakes. To be more precise, it isn’t a fear of water so
much as a fear of those creatures lurking under its depths just waiting to eat
me (sharks and alligators mostly).
first moved to Florida, I had a lot of nightmares about alligators. It’s
subsided a bit since I moved to the country, but they still trickle out of my
subconscious sometimes and into my dreams.
voices in my head are enough noise for me.
just finished reading both books to my great niece and nephew. Their mother (my
niece) is one of my beta readers, so they have been hearing us talk about the
story for years. They really wanted to read it but they are only nine and ten
and there are some things in the books that are not appropriate for kids their
age. They stayed with me this past summer, so I read the books to them,
skipping and glossing over the parts that I felt were too adult for them.
character is Trinity. At the start of the series she is sixteen. She is
different than all the other kids in the encampment and does not truly fit in
with them. She is lonely.
sure if anyone really inspired me for her creation. I don’t create characters
with someone else in mind. Truthfully, I’m not even sure that I create them. I
flesh them out on paper but they already exist in the fog of my brain. I just
help them into a body.
night was not the only thing approaching.
He pointed to a large tree. She
scurried up it and stopped on a limb high off the ground. He signaled for her to wait and then walked
several yards farther before climbing another tree. He crouched on a low branch, knife in hand.
passed. She waited, scanning the forest
below, her heart pounding in her ears.
What was hunting them, besides Guards?
She pulled her knife out of the sheath and adjusted her position. Gaar always said that predators had to have
patience, so the smart prey would too.
She was still working on that.
She shifted around again for a different angle. So far, she hadn’t seen anything dangerous in
the forest, but she had traveled mostly with Mirra. She tried to relax her breathing, but it was
coming in short pants. She had to calm
down. Fear could be smelled. Fear attracted predators.
glowing red eyes appeared in the brush.
A few feet away were two more eyes and then another set. There were at least ten pairs, shining in the
grew up the youngest of seven. She always wanted to do what her older siblings
were doing, especially reading stories.
young age, she immersed herself in books. Her life changed when she read a
short story written by her older brother and realized that normal (somewhat
anyway, since her brother was a bit weird in her opinion) people created these
amazing stories. From that day forward, she wanted to write.
with all good stories, obstacles rose in her path (mostly self-created
obstacles) and it took her many years to put finger to keyboard and type her
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