Running Away (Shinigami Vampires series, #2) is in the world and it’s amazing! I really love Julie’s writing because it’s funny and clever and she’s a fantastic story-teller. A true story-teller. She’s just got this natural gift. And she’s one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. If you haven’t read her work before, check out Running Home (book 1) or one of my all-time favorite, The Wind Between Worlds (witches people!). And definitely get yourself Running Away! In case you need a little jumpstart, check out her awesome Pinterest inspo board.
HAPPY BOOK BIRTHDAY JULIE!
Eliza Morgan is desperate to leave the horrors of her mortal life and understand why death follows her, leaving only one man—Nicholas French—in its wake. He’s the one she loves, the one she resents, and the one fated to make her legendary among the Shinigami—an ancient order of vampires with a “heroic” duty to their victims.
Nicholas is also decaying before her eyes, and it’s her fault.
On the ghostlike mountaintop in Japan, Eliza will be guided by the all-powerful Master for her transition to Shinigami death god. When Eliza discovers that sacrificing her destiny will save Nicholas, she’s not afraid to defy fate to make it so. Both Nicholas and his beloved Master fight her on veering from the path to immortality, but Eliza won’t be talked out of her plan, even if it drives a deeper wedge between her and Nicholas. Not even when Nicholas’s salvation tortures her with puzzle-piece visions, begging her to solve them.
Allying with the fiery rebel, Kieran, who does what he wants and encourages her to do the same, and a mysterious deity that only she can see, Eliza must forge her own path through a maze of primal traditions and rivalries, shameful secrets and dark betrayals, to take back the choices denied her and the Shinigami who see her as their savior. And she’ll start a war to save the loved ones that fate threatens to claim.
A red silk tube laid on the bed next to a package wrapped in light pink tissue. Beautiful things that filled me with dread.
Opening the soft package, I knew what I was in for. Nicholas thought of everything. Here we were, on the top of a mountain that the world didn’t know existed, and he’d gotten me a gift. I’d worked at a gift shop back home and still knew nothing about buying gifts.
Folds of rippling pink silk unrolled in my hands, the same as the package it came from. So this was handmade, I figured. God, he knew what to do.
A kimono the color of my cheeks in the cold. He loved that color on me, said it made me look like Snow White. The gray trim grew into black towards the bottom, like dusk turning into night. The white silhouette of a winter treeline embroidered against the black hem instantly transported me to the dark, wintry nights in New Hampshire, standing in the snow with Nicholas. Japanese words were sewn on the inner draping sleeves of the beautiful gown, and I could read them, like Izanagi could read Japanese characters. Unmei shinsei on one sleeve. Unmei wo seisu on the other.
Chosen for new life.
I control my destiny.
I held the cool fabric to my chest. I was pretty easily impressed with gifts, given my thoughtless nature when it came to giving them, but this was stunning no matter who you were. I cringed inside when I thought how beautiful Kat looked in pink with her red hair, and how she would have jumped up and down to see this.
Night was creeping up on us. I looked at the elaborate invitation again, all beautiful Japanese symbols written in blood red. And at the top, “The Shinigami Grow.”
Time to get dressed. In an hour we’d see what growth meant.
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