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352 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 2014
My face feels as if it’s turning as red as kimchi.What. The. Fuck. Just because a character is Asian, it doesn't mean she thinks like that. Never once in my life have I ever had a thought along the line of "Man, I feel as limp as a bowl of Pho noodles." No. Just NO.
I’m out of breath, and my nerves are fried squid.






“In ancient times there was a daughter of the spirit of the river.”Her name is Princess Yuhwa. Her beauty was legendary, all who saw her fell in love with her at first sight. Unfortunately for Princess Yuhwa, she caught the attention of a rather unsavory suitor: the demigod Haemosu. Yuhwa doesn't want none of that shit.
“Why don’t princesses ever do something in all these old stories?” I interrupt. “Like try to escape or get someone to help them?”A ha! She does! She gets the help of her father, only it wasn't enough. Still, she escaped. Princess Yuhwa fled the country. Haemosy's powers are limited to Korea, so he could not pursue her. Like a jilted suitor, Haemosu waits, angry. To this day, the descendants of Princess Yuhwa are doomed to be captured and enslaved into an unwanted wedding with Haemosu.
“You misunderstand me, Jae Hwa. It is not because I do not want you here. It is for your safety.” Then he shoots Dad a tight-lipped look. “You must take her back to America.”At an archery exhibition, she sees something, a strange vision of a man nobody seems to be able to see. He catches her arrow.
“I knew you would come back, my princess,” he says.Weird, right? Jae Hwa starts to think she's losing her mind because more and more and more strange things just appear fuck out of nowhere.
I stop midstride at his words. There’s something about his dark-pooled eyes that causes my breath to catch and my heart to ice over.
“Just give me back my arrow,” I say.
But I never get it back.
Because he vanishes in a trick of the light.
A growl rumbles. I look up and freeze. A massive, lionlike creature, eyes glowing yellow, stands in my path.Strange figures appear, claiming to be her guardian.
“I am the Guardian of Seoul. Some call me Haechi. I have been sent by Palk to warn you and offer my protection.”The everyday world disappears, only to reappear as if nothing had ever transpired.
“But—but you attacked me,” I sputter. “And how do you know English?”
It’s as if a switch has been flicked. Honking cars, the pound of construction, the roar of the buses replace the creature’s breathing. I swivel in a circle. Everything is back in place as if nothing happened.Apparently, Jae Hwa isn't crazy, and neither is her grandfather. He told her the story of her past, of their family line. He knows what's in store for her in the future...All female descendants of her line have been captured by Haemosu to be his bride, Jae Hwa is in danger unless she leaves South Korea.
“You can leave the country, although I doubt Haemosu would ever let you on that plane. Find someone to marry you and hope he does not die before you make it down the aisle. Haemosu gets terribly jealous of suitors.”Do. Not. Let. Him. Touch. You. Remember, Haemosu's strength is superior in sunlight.
“Komo.” I give her an incredulous look. “I’m sixteen.”
“Or stay and fight. But whatever happens.” Her eyes narrow as thin as slivers. “Do not let him touch you.”
It isn’t the first time I’ve dangled over the edge, streetcars zipping below me, to swing into our neighbors’ balconies.
I creep to the railing, careful that Dad doesn’t catch my silhouette through the windows, and climb over the metal bars. I could fall, but I know I won’t.

I should go and not let crazy mythical creatures control my life.

Then I think about my aunt. She’s totally against the ski trip, especially since it’s outside of Seoul in the mountains. I thumb through the edges of my notebook. What should I do?
“Marc will be there,” Michelle says slyly.
“Fine,” I say. “I’ll go.”

[My aunt] would flip if she knew I was out here on such a clear, sunny day. But all that seems so far away. I suck in a gulp of mountain air and feel as if I’ve finally escaped it all.

“So you will come, then. To the land of the wonderful dream.” He extends his hand, and I take it without thinking. The instant we touch, it’s as if a small electrical shock surges into my fingertips.

No! I leap on Haemosu’s back and wrap my arm around his neck, choking him.CHOKING COUNTS AS TOUCHING. IT AIN'T HEROIC IF IT'S STUPID.
How do I stop him?Let's see: Haemosu's powers are limited to South Korea. She could get deported if she got into trouble. Hmm. HMMMM.
Dad knocks and opens the door. “I just got off the phone with your principal,” he says. “The police called the school. You’re suspended for three days. You’re lucky. You could have been deported.”
"When he touches you, he will leave his mark… and your courting begins. Each time you meet, he will pull a little piece of your soul into his realm. Until you are no longer with us."She keeps fucking up.
Haemosu left his mark. My stomach rolls, remembering my stupidity.Again.
But I let him into my head. I’ve fallen into his freaking trap. So stupid!She keeps realizing her errors. She does nothing to rectify them. She repeatedly makes the same fucking mistakes.
“It would have helped if you had stayed out of the sunlight. Or fought him in our world.” Komo is all brisk-like again. “If you had not let him touch you and pull you into his lands. If you had listened to me.”She gets angry when confronted with her mistakes. She gets defensive, instead of being sorry.
She scowls, her eyebrows knitting close together. “I told you not to let him touch you.”THAT'S JUST IT, JAE HWA DID DO SOMETHING WRONG. Did she want a fucking cookie because she made a mistake? No. It's a matter of fucking life or death here.
It’s as if I’d been slapped. Of all people in the whole entire planet, I thought she’d understand. Now she’s treating me as if I’d done something wrong.
“I speak and write six languages fluently, been on the honor roll practically my entire life, and even know some judo moves."The love interest in this book's name is Marc. Marc, spelled d-e-u-s-e-x-m-a-c-h-i-n-a.

“I’m fluent in Chinese!” he yells over the rush of everyone dashing into class.He speaks better Korean than Jae Hwa herself.
I freeze. What can that boy not do?
Marc and Grandfather chat in Korean for the rest of the taxi ride. Marc is more fluent than I am.Jae Hwa needs someone who understands what she's going through? Marc's here!
Marc slides his hand in mine. I don’t pull away. “I’m saying I can see things. You know, supernatural stuff."Need to break into a super-high security place? MARC TO THE RESCUE.
He isn’t laughing. “I know where they keep their keys. I know where the back door is. And I know where the power box is.”Need someone to save the awesome, Tae Kwon Do practicing, archery mistress Jae Hwa's life? MARC TO THE FUCKING RESCUE!
All I can think about is how Marc saved me and I did nothing. There must have been something I could’ve done.LAST SAMURAI BULLSHITTERY: I fucking hate this. I'm not racist! I really am not! I just do not like the idea that a stranger can come into a land of culture and tradition and somehow find the fucking solution that's somehow unseen by the native experts themselves. It's a matter of cultural respect. It is a matter of decency. You do not come into a culture and expect to appropriate it. It is just rude, and that's what this book does.
"Your dad isn’t Korean; and if it’s all so secret, then why do you know all this?”Well, isn't that fucking terrific. Tell me something, would the Illuminati be so open the the idea of a foreigner entering their society? Would such a very insular community allow in foreigners JUST LIKE THAT?
“My dad is an expert in religious studies, and he’s an archaeologist.” Marc’s voice turns to a whisper. “Because of his expertise, he gained the trust of the Guardians."








