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The struggle to get into a top-tier college consumes sixteen-year-old
Genie Lo’s every waking thought. But when her sleepy Bay Area town comes under
siege from hell-spawn straight out of Chinese folklore, her priorities are
suddenly and forcefully rearranged.
Her only guide to the demonic chaos breaking out around her is Quentin Sun, a
beguiling, maddening new transfer student from overseas. Quentin assures Genie
she is strong enough to fight these monsters, for she unknowingly harbors an
inner power that can level the very gates of Heaven.
Genie will have to dig deep within herself to summon the otherworldly strength
that Quentin keeps talking about. But as she does, she finds the secret of her
true nature is entwined with his, in a way she could never have imagined…
hard for details, as apparently this wasn’t the first group mugging in recent
smile weren’t much to go by. I was too frazzled to notice anything before,
which meant this was my first decent look at the boy without the influence of
went there first, but he wasn’t even as tall as Mrs. Nanda.
and about after that beating, but here he was, unbruised and unblemished. I
felt relieved and disturbed at the same time to see there wasn’t a scratch on
destructive. Twisted. Weaponized. He had the cheekbones and sharp jawline of a
pop star, but his thick eyebrows and wild, unkempt hair lent him an air of
natural ruggedness that some pampered singer could never achieve in a million
years of makeup.
intakes of breath coming from around the room.
that she was sensitive to the regional differences. Fujianese, Taishanese,
Beijingren—she’d taught them all.
at him from the front row.
of our school’s uniform for boys made most of them look like limo drivers. But
on him, the cheap stitching just made it clearer that he was extremely
I am known to thousands in faraway lands, and everyone I meet can’t help but
declare me king!”
the other twenty-two laughing students were merely peons on whom his important
message had been lost.
to reclaim what is mine.”
over her to the next one, like she wasn’t even there.
all too flabbergasted to do anything but serve as his counterweights.
pinned me to my seat.
smelled like wine and peaches.
to whisper, but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
F. C. Yee grew up in New Jersey and went to school in New England, but has called the San Francisco Bay Area home ever since he beat a friend at a board game and shouted That’s how we do it in NorCal, baby!” Outside of writing, he practices capoeira, a Brazilian form of martial arts, and has a day job mostly involving spreadsheets.