 Jaki
Demarest conquered
the Ottoman Empire in 1417, declaring herself Emperor and
God. She then went on to wage cruel war on neighboring
European states, carving herself a vast territory and earning
the soubriquet Jaki the Terrible. Her faithful, muscular and
scantily-clad minions describe her as "kind, thoughtful
and please don't kill me."
Just kidding.
No, Jaki is one
of those odd souls who never wanted to be a writer. She
isn’t remotely qualified; she doesn’t
own any cats, isn't married with the requisite three-to-five
children, and doesn’t have a secluded ranch. But, alas,
her Very Psychic Mother ™ has been announcing for close
to thirty years that Jaki was going to be a writer, and mom
was right as usual. This is Jaki's third book, and the
fourth is in the works.
Jaki has long and
cheerfully studied multiple forms of armed, unarmed and
stage combat, earning herself scars, broken bones
and a couple of pleasant hospital trips in the process. (There
is nothing worse than hospital gefilte fish, with the possible
exception of an eternity spent in a small Second Empire drawing
room with Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld. Don't even
go there.) Relationships with Jaki tend to be a bit Klingon;
she once managed to hospitalize a Navy SEAL in a sparring
match, after which they decided to date.
In her spare time,
Jaki is a professional actor; she played Hamlet, Mephistopheles
and numerous less interesting roles
in New York, did a national tour of Cyrano de Bergerac, and
has starred in a handful of dubious indie films. She’s
currently directing/acting/etc. for a Washington DC-based
classical theater company called the Rude Mechanicals, findable
at www.rudemechanicals.com.
Thanks and love
to her family and friends, without whom she would be a lost
little Mongol, alone in the rain…
Web Site: www.jakidemarest.com.
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