Where Angels Can't Follow by Jessi Kallison | Book Tour

It all started with an inexplicable slab of marble. 

And now I can’t get her out of my head. It’s more than inspiration. It’s compulsion. 

I see her in my dreams. And I wake up covered in marble dust, her statue more complete in front of me. 

I can’t stop sculpting, and I can’t save the angel girl. 

Now iconoclasts, a quartet of archangels, and a voodoo queen—along with the plague of little old ladies running my life—are all far too interested in the outcome. 

I miss normal New Orleans. (Yeah, I said it.) 

But there’s no going back until I free her and get the literal heavenly host out of my life. And maybe there’s no going back then.

“Nate why didn’t you tell me this was The Medusa? You knew I thought she was a quack!” 

I did a double-take at Marge in a matching pant-blouse set, her hair styled, her lipstick fading from its bond with the tea glass. She held a fly-swatter in one hand and I was not entirely sure that it was there to hit flies. I didn’t want to get in range while it punctuated her statements at any rate. Medusa’s snakes snapped at the plastic when it got too close during the last one. 

“I didn’t tell you because I honestly thought you wouldn’t believe me, Marge. I mean, what was I suppose to say? ‘I made friends with a famous gorgon who’s not actually from Greek mythology and gets a bad rap’?” 

As a devoted bibliophile and die-hard sci-fi/fantasy fan, few of Jessi's friends were surprised when she began writing her own novels. After completing her Master's in English, she briefly taught college courses until she realized adjuncting is madness. After a brief timeout to raise nerdlings, Jessi wrote Iron Shards. And her latest books--Where Angels Can't Follow and Hell and High Water--will be released this fall. In her free time, Jessi explores and maps caves in the Southeastern United States and, of course, catches up on the latest good reads. 

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