Monday, April 11, 2011

Giveaway: A Wild Light

A Wild Light
by Marjorie Liu


--~ Book Giveaway courtesy of author ~--

Open to US only.

Offer ends: May 15, 2011

Visit Marjorie's site, read an excerpt and pick out a sentence to tease me.

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  1. It was my birthday, the anniversary of my mother’s murder, and on the way to the party, I made a special point to stop and kill a zombie.

    How can you not like that first sentence? It really says it all.

  2. okay, holy CRAP. this book looks so good!!

    "Tonight, I didn’t accept innocence.

    Instead, I thought about my mother carrying my birthday cake across the kitchen, and the window exploding, and her head doing the same."

    americangirlie1991 AT yahoo DOT com

  3. I felt the stars in my veins, glittering as my heart pumped light into the darkness, waiting, and in my dream I ate that light, every burning morsel, and swallowed it down a throat that curved, and twisted, and knotted itself into a mighty, unending circle.

  4. I love this series so much!!!
    This book is my favourite sofar. It's really intense.

  5. The little demons were coiled around my shoulders, heavy and warm, their breath hot against my ears as they hummed the song in their high, sweet voices.

    deadtossedwaves at gmail dot com

  6. His throat had been cut. Ear to ear. Flesh gaped like an ugly smile.

    Awesome, simply awesome series!

    I'm a follower on GFC-Lisa Richards


    alterlisa AT yahoo DOT com

  7. My gloves were already off. I looked down, once, at the armor hugging my right hand: organic metal, quicksilver as mercury, embedded in the skin of my fingers and wrist, connected by threads that traveled over the back of my pale hand.


  8. I had lost count of all the demons I’d exorcised over the years, but the ones I took on my birthday were always special.


    sure sounds like a fun way to celebrate

  9. “My dear,” he said, resting his hand on my shoulder, “before the Spanish Influenza killed me, I lived briefly as the son of a baker in New York City. Early-twentieth century. I still have the knack.”

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  10. Only Dek and Mal stayed, heavy and reassuring around my throat. Little bodyguards.

  11. "Zee loped ahead on all fours. We moved amongst trees planted in concrete beds, my bootheels clicking sharp. Rain slid down the back of my neck into my clothes. My hair plastered against my skull. My nose began to run."

    whitewolfreads AT gmail DOT com

  12. A strong hand touched my shoulder. Grant, looking down at me with concern. I couldn’t pretend there was nothing wrong. Never mind I was a terrible liar. There wasn’t anything in a person that Grant couldn’t see—and what he could see, he could change—with nothing but his voice. Made him almost as dangerous as me. More so, maybe. I could kill. But I couldn’t alter souls.

  13. "The little demons were coiled around my shoulders, heavy and warm, their breath hot against my ears as they hummed the song in their high, sweet voices."


  14. I did it every year. My secret. Only Zee and the boys knew. Our gift to each other.

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  15. Love the Behind-the-book trailer! This series sounds really good.

    "Tonight, I didn’t accept innocence.

  17. Less visibility was a good thing.

    Thank you!


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