A Must Read: 5 Stars, Excerpt, Interview & Giveaway for The Jakkattu Vector by P.K. Tyler

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Welcome to another Novel Publicity tour! We're so excited for the release of The Jakkattu Vector by P.K. Tyler that we wanted to celebrate with a great giveaway featuring a Kindle Fire, one of a kind Jakkattu Vector bookmark and a special book bundle from the author herself!


The first book I read of P.K. Tyler’s was Sandstorm, under the name Pavarti K. Tyler. WHICH IM STILL WAITING FOR A SEQUEL *COUGH*

It was amazing – 5 Stars easily. She was immediately put on my watch list, the good kind, and all her books went on my TBR. And she fucking did it again.

Now this will be short because it’s hard to talk about without spoiling anything and I have a migraine that just won’t quit. Going on two days now. It’s the only time I hate having a mechanical keyboard.



About the Book

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They came as saviors to a deteriorating Earth

Julip Thorne questions whether there is more to life beyond the barren dirt, acidic seas, and toxstorms her people work and die in. Living in poverty on the withering Greenland Human Reservation, she wonders if the alien Mezna goddesses are truly as holy as the temple preaches. Julip begins to dig deeper into the history of the planet and her leaders’ rise to power. But nothing can prepare her for the atrocities she uncovers.

Meanwhile, Jakkattu prisoner Sabaal suffers constant torture and heinous medical experiments as her Mezna-priest captors seek to unlock the key to her genetic makeup. Escaping from captivity, she finds herself suddenly alone on the hostile alien planet of Earth. To survive, she’s forced to work with the same Mezna-human hybrids she’s loathed her entire life, but the more they work together, the more they realize that their enemy is the same.

When humans and Mezna collide, will Sabaal turn out to be the genetic vector the Mezna have been searching for all along, or will she spark the flame that sets a revolution ablaze?

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The Feral


IT STARTED TO RAIN AS they walked, but Norwood kept an impossible pace. Julip slipped and fell more than once, but he just kept going. She guessed he was right to hurry; they had to get back before nightfall so they didn’t get caught. Ma would be furious as it was, what with them gone missing for so much of the day.

The sky darkened despite it still being midday, and clouds rolled in behind them. Back home it would be a mess. Rain put everyone in a sour mood. The sea was too volatile to risk going out when it stormed, and while the rainwater was clean and safe, the ocean steeped in chemicals that could peel a person’s skin before too long. Their father had burning water scars up and down his arms and speckled across his face from working as a jellyfisher for so long. By comparison to other men who worked the sea, he had remained pretty intact.

The Cotillion was probably having a great time. Rain meant clean air and fresh water, for a little while at least. Sometimes if the rain came at the same time as a toxstorm, it would bring the fumes down to Earth, keeping everyone inside for days, sometimes weeks. The last time that happened, Julip had been nine and was forced to stay in her parents’ dwell with no one but her brother for nineteen straight days. The damage the fumes caused still marred the walls of the bedroom they shared.

The siblings had complained, begged to be allowed outside, but nothing they said or did would convince the adults to let them go. Only her father ventured out to pick up a daily ration of food and water from the Center-of-It-All. He would bundle up, covered from head to toe in fabric and plastic. Even his head was wrapped in one of her mother’s scarves, and his eyes hid behind goggles he’d made out of extra window plastic.

Thirteen people died during that storm, and two more were blinded. For months after, there was a rash of stillbirths on the reservation. The Daughters all agreed that the fumes had come down and poisoned the babes. It’d been five years since the last bad toxstorm whipped through Greenland, so one was due to come soon. Julip loved the cool rain as it soaked through her scarf. She uncovered her head and felt the water trickle down her face and saturate her hair. Parents would take the littlest kids on the rez outside, strip them, and scrub them red. Clean rain meant a real washing, not a quick, timed wipe-down with the gray water from the sinks.

Norwood pulled a canteen from his trouser pocket and caught drips of water from the oversized leaves surrounding them. The trees weren’t much taller than him, but the forest canopy closed in as they walked. Soon they walked on dry earth, and the only remaining evidence of the rain was the heaviness of her hair and the sound of water dripping on leaves high above.
“I’ve never been deep in the Wilds,” she said.
“Ya’ve never been shallow in the Wilds.”
“True, but there ain’t even words for this back home. It smells different, dirty, but my nose ain’t pained by it.”
“‘Cause it’s real. This dirt is from the Earth, not the toxes.”
“Why do we have so much tox on the rez if this is right here?”
“I dunno, but I reckon it’s ‘cause we’re human. People made the toxes. In some way, I guess it’s only right we live in ‘em.”
A howl rose from deep in the forest, and Julip yelped and bent down, trying to blend in, hide in the underbrush. Her legs wanted to give out, but she squeezed her eyes shut and demanded her body not betray her






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Content Warning: Torture, Violence, Non Consensual Acts

The Jakkattu Vector is an awesome Sci-Fi work featuring 5 variations of humanoids with beautifully flawed humanity. We’ve got the human reservations, the two types of hybrids living in the Menza cities, the Feral, Sabaal, and the Menza lording above them all.

The noob interloper audience stand-in is a non-issue as they all are in various ways. I love how it’s different groups of people converging to piece together the truth. The “why are they speaking English?” problem is dealt with in a clever way that fits the story perfectly and makes it more immersive.

Not only do we get perspectives from Sabaal and Julip, who are named in the blurb, but several other players have chapters throughout and there’s even journal entries. It all works together without losing track of who’s who and builds to keep you reading, guessing, turning the pages as fast as you can.

Sabaal is readily my favorite character for everything, but I quickly became attached and absorbed with them all. All their voices, including the dialects they speak in, felt right. It takes a minute to adjust, but that works since others around them are adjusting to it too, so it’s immersive not disruptive.

The e-book clocks in at 300 pages but it took me a week and felt like Sci-Fi epic. The best kind, the kind that dissects, examines, and illuminates human issues like religion, class, sexism, and racism. Plus, no damn Magical Space Minority or scantily glad humble-brag goddess or alpha males or condescending Space Racism.

It felt like a long book, because every POV, every passage brings it. It’s not simple mindless entertainment with laser swords or bedding alien babes. I was hooked but this is not a book you fly through. You sit. Savor. Think. Twist and Untwist it around and around. And dive back in eyes open. Until the last 10-20% OMFGWTFBBQ!!!!!!! Happens.

I will ABSOLUTELY be continuing and I cannot wait until the next installment. One click, no brainer. Looks like I’m forever waiting with Tyler. *sigh* At least I have some backlog to catch up on….


Did I mention all the damn quotes?


Here’s a very small sampling I picked out that doesn’t have spoilers to share:

He so enjoyed this game—forcing her to speak the language of her captors, of the chosen few.

Abominations. Your Great Mother should fall of the moon and fry in the flares of the nearest star.

The agitation in the voice washed over her and slid down the other side, so she left it behind like a trail of slime.

Freedom might include starvation and hypothermia but at least it belonged to her and no one else.

You’re nothing more than shit on the bottom of the universe’s shoe.

To work with one’s hands, to mine and sew and live off the scraps of others—this is no culture. This is the remnant of culture, the dregs of a once-great civilization.

Stars in the daytime, like kindly monsters, were things that shouldn’t be.

She walked around for days like a hyena skirting at the edges of a crowd, expecting a boot to the ribs.

It was another form of control. They take your body from you and then tell you it was never yours to begin with. Then they give it back and tell you to feel shame.

“The whole universe not white and sanitary,” Sabaal said. “In fact, most of it is quite beautifully flawed.”

That had led her to believe silence is a form of self-preservation.





About the Author

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P.K. Tyler is the author of Speculative Fiction and other Genre Bending novels. She’s also published works as Pavarti K. Tyler and had projects appear on the USA TODAY Bestseller’s List.

“Tyler is essentially the indie scene’s Margaret Atwood; she incorporates sci-fi elements into her novels, which deal with topics such as spirituality, gender, sexuality and power dynamics.” – IndieReader

Pav attended Smith College and graduated with a degree in Theatre. She lived in New York, where she worked as a Dramaturge, Assistant Director and Production Manager on productions both on and off-Broadway. Later, Pavarti went to work in the finance industry for several international law firms. Now located in Baltimore Maryland, she lives with her husband, two daughters and two terrible dogs. When not penning science fiction books and other speculative fiction novels, she twists her mind by writing horror and erotica.

You can follow PK Tyler on Facebook, Twitter, and sign up for her newsletter, or visit her website here.





You’re the head of marketing for Novel Publicity, a business woman, and an award winning author. What does a typical day work day look like for you?
P.K.: A lot like this:

How do you find balance between working life, your family and everything else?
P.K.: Have a forgiving spouse? I don’t do everything, I can’t. It’s just not possible. Thank god for a man who loves to cook and clean! My kids are getting older now so they need less of my focus and more of my driving skills, so I do a lot of reading in the car waiting for them. I don’t know how to organize it, I kind of just do it. I’m really walking talking chaos so I’m the wrong person to give advice on this.
Have any tips for those of us that work from home?
P.K.: I’d say the most important thing is to accept that you can’t do it all and not only is that okay, it’s normal and good.





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3 comments:

  1. Thank you so much for the review! I promise, the next Shadow book is still in my queue, I haven't forgotten :) But you can' understand how Sabaal just grabbed my heart and forced me to write her story! I loved reading the quotes, thanks so much for that, like visiting a friend!

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    1. Yes, I can def. see Sabaal demanding to go first. Since I know it's still coming and all, you're forgiven...*glare*...for now

      ;)

      Glad you love the quotes! I really do have a lot more but...spoilers, ya know.

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  2. Hi Brooke! I loved your review and the quotes! thanks so much for joining the tour :)

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