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382 pages, Paperback
First published September 13, 2016
Sora's life was full of magic—until she discovered it was all a lie.
Heir to Mt. Fuji's spirit kingdom, Sora yearns to finally take on the sacred kami duties. But just as she confronts her parents to make a plea, a ghostly army invades the mountain. Barely escaping with her life, Sora follows her mother's last instructions to a heart-wrenching discovery: she is a human changeling, raised as a decoy while her parents' true daughter remained safe but unaware in modern-day Tokyo. Her powers were only borrowed, never her own. Now, with the world's natural cycles falling into chaos and the ghosts plotting an even more deadly assault, it falls on her to train the unprepared kami princess.
As Sora struggles with her emerging human weaknesses and the draw of an unanticipated ally with secrets of his own, she vows to keep fighting for her loved ones and the world they once protected. But for one mortal girl to make a difference in this desperate war between the spirits, she may have to give up the only home she's ever known.
Takeo offered me his hand. As I curled my fingers into his familiar, steady grasp, my mind flashed back to the taste of peach and the gentle pressure of someone else's lips. That unwelcome heat tickled through me.
Was this just one more horrible human thing: the inability to remember who you'd dedicated your heart to?
I was supposed to have centuries before I faced that place. Millennia. So many years I got weary counting them. Not seventeen. Seventeen was nothing.
But I was human, and this was how humans died. In an instant, a claw ripped across a throat.
Love was such a powerful thing, but it could bring guilt and desperation. It could obscure everything else that mattered.
I hate A Mortal Song. Like, loathe and despise. If it were dying on the side of the road, I’d not only let it, I’d hide it so no one else could help. Why? Because it took something I genuinely find interesting and did the writing equivalent of crapping all over it.
‘If I’d had a camera like the ones the tourists carried, I’d have captured the look he was giving me for keeps.’Who past puberty says that? ‘For keeps’? This is the first of some indicators of a poorly executed romance to follow. But I’ll keep this part short and just say that if your female character sounds like a preteen and has a crush on her nanny, you might be writing a toxic romance. It’ll poison the story. And in this case, it’s also pseudo-incestuous.