One of our favorite fantasy authors is getting ready to release the
latest in her current series and we are So. Flipping. Excited. Today, Julia
Kagawa (you might have read The Iron Fey series) released the brand-spankin’-new
cover of The Forever Song, the third
full-length title in her Blood of Eden series.
It hits stores April 15, but you can take a peek at what you’ll see on shelves
Did ya see something super interesting there? Yep, a sticker confirming a sneak peek of another dragon-y
novel, Talon, will be included in The Forever Song! Suh-weet.
And, oh yeah, she also put up a little excerpt from the book. Read on, inkling!
The smell of blood
grew thicker once we were past the wall, though nothing moved on the narrow
path that snaked between houses. The flimsy wood and tin shanties were silent,
dark, as we ventured deeper, passing snow covered porches and empty chairs.
Everything looked intact, undisturbed. There were no bodies. No corpses
mutilated in their beds, no blood spattered over the walls of the few homes we
ducked into. There weren’t even any dead animals in the tiny, trampled pasture
past the main strip. Just snow, and dark, and emptiness.
And yet, the smell of
blood soaked this place, hanging thick on the air, making my stomach ache and
the Hunger roar to life. I bit it down, clenching my jaw to keep from snarling
in frustration. It had been too long. I needed food. The scent of blood was
driving me crazy, and the fact that there were no humans here made me furious.
Where were they? It wasn’t possible that an entire outpost of mortals would up
and disappear without a trace.
And then, as we
followed the path around the pasture and up to the huge barn at the top of the
rise, we found the townspeople.
A massive, barren tree
stood beside the barn, twisted branches clawing at the sky. They creaked and
swayed beneath the weight of dozens of bodies, hanging upside down from ropes
tied to the limbs. Men, women, even a few kids, swinging in the breeze,
dangling arms stiff and white. Their throats had been cut, and the base of the
tree was stained black, the blood spilled and wasted in the snow. But the smell
nearly knocked me over regardless, and I clenched my fists, the Hunger raking
my insides with fiery talons.
muttered, crossing his arms and gazing up at the tree, “isn’t that festive.”
His voice was tight, as if he too, was on the edge of losing it. “I’m guessing
this is the reason we haven’t found a single bloodbag from here all the way
back to New Covington.” He growled, shaking his head, lips curling back from
his fangs. “This guy is really starting to piss me off.”
I swallowed the
Hunger, trying to focus through the gnawing ache. “Why James, don’t tell me you
feel sorry for the walking meatsacks,” I taunted, because sometimes, goading
Jackal was the only thing that kept my mind off everything else. He snorted and
rolled his eyes.
“No, sister, I’m annoyed because they don’t have the decency to be alive so I can eat them."
BY BRITTANY TAYLOR ON 1/23/2014 4:18:00 PM