Enter the adventurous fantasy world of Ryu Zhong's Prince of Blue Flowers with this excerpt and insight into writing about immortal gods. Be sure to check out the tour for even more fun. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
Enter the adventurous fantasy world of Ryu Zhong's Prince of Blue Flowers with this excerpt and insight into writing about immortal gods. Be sure to check out the tour for even more fun. Best of luck entering the giveaway!
“Where are Hades and Persephone?” I ask, glancing around the empty living room.
They are nowhere to be seen tonight; neither are any of the Automatons.
The corner of Hermes’ mouth quirks. “Out. Possibly in the Underworld. One never knows with those two.”
Relief unfurls in the muscles in my shoulders. Still, I can’t help but ask, “Without saying goodbye?”
He’s definitely amused. “Shall I fetch them for you?”
“No!” My answer is too quick, which I fear broadcasts just how ecstatic I am at the thought of being along with Hermes right now. And that realization causes me to blush for the millionth time around him in the last month, so I clarify, “Of course not. I was just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know.” To my delight, his hand finds mine and our fingers intertwine. It is a delicious sensation: his hand, warm and worn in mine in just such a way that feels like it’s an extension of my body.
It must be criminal to adore touching someone so much.
“Did it, though?” I ask, and he laughs a burst of exasperated air.
“Possibly, but then again, who am I to judge, when I am often struck by curiosity that I cannot help but sate?” He gives me that dazzling grin of his and pulls me through the house. “Case in point: you.”
“Me?” I squeak unattractively. There are lights ahead through the French doors leading to the patio, and I am curious myself enough to wonder what they are, but not nearly as much as I am for what he might mean.
“Yes, you.” He glances back at me. “I’ve never told you that I was overcome with curiosity when I heard Athena cursed some girl from one of her temples. It wasn’t like it was the first time she’d gone vindictively bonkers, but she was really put out over you. I mean . . . one of her followers? Even that was low for her.” His fingers squeeze mine gently and we stop about twenty feet from the doors. “When I first showed up on your island . . .”
I am helpless at looking anywhere but in his eyes. Tonight, they’re green. Vivid, beautiful, clear green. “Yes?”
“I’d been warned that you were a monster and that I best keep my distance. That you would slay me at theslightest provocation, and naturally, I believed it, as I could not blame anyone’s hatred toward my family after what my sister and uncle had done to you. But once Death handed me that first soul and departed, I heard you crying. My curiosity inflamed tenfold. What kind of so-called monster weeps like her heart had shattered and never would form whole again?”
Like clockwork, my cheeks burn. His fingers brush my reddened skin ever so gently before I turn my face to rest in his hand. The butterflies in my chest swarm frantically. “My sister misjudged you. I knew that the very second I heard your anguish. I’m afraid I was lost to you from that moment on. I had to discover all that made you you, even if I would suffer the same fate as the proverbial cat. And I never cared about the risks, as long as my curiosity about you was sated first.”
“Truly?” The word barely escapes my lips.
His eyes are so intense. “Truly.”
This was going to be fun.The crowd must’ve realized what he was about to do because it suddenly grew quiet, and all eyes turned toward him. Sin removed his earphones and reached for the microphones. “I’ve had a request.”A cacophony of whistles and shouts filled the air.“About time!” one of the sorority girls shouted and was echoed by the giggles of her friends.Sin held up his hand for silence. “I’m going to need a volunteer.”At least fifty female hands shot into the air. Sin ignored them all for the one hand that didn’t go up. As he had expected, Julie shrank against the back of the couch when his eyes met hers.Jumping off the dais, he weaved his way through the crowd toward the back of the room. “Come here, Julie.”Julie’s eyes widened, and she frantically shook her head.Sin laughed into the microphone. “Don’t panic, Jules. I’m not going to make you sing. Now get on up here.”She continued to shake her head. “No, Sin.”Sin decided the audience was going to have to help him. He swept his arm out to gesture toward Julie and spoke into the microphone. “Everyone welcome Jules. She’s a good friend of Hal’s, and this is her first visit.”If looks could kill and he was mortal, Sin would be a goner from the look Julie gave him. He reached out and plucked her from her seat before she could stop him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and propelled her forward. “Don’t worry. All you have to do is stand there.”Julie elbowed him in the ribs and spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t like being the center of attention, Sin.”He twirled her in a small circle so that she faced the crowd. “Lucky for you,” he paused to throw his arm out in a dramatic fashion to gesture toward Hal. “I do.”The music started, and he could tell the moment Julie recognized the song. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief, and her face paled.“You are going to pay for this,” she hissed in warning.“Relax, Jules. It’ll be fun.”Sin plopped the top hat Hal handed him on Julie’s head, and the crowd went wild. The noise was deafening. For a moment, he thought she was going to bolt. Instead Julie crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “No funny business.”Sin winked at her and turned back toward the audience as he sang “You Can Leave Your Hat On.” For each item of clothing he mentioned, he teasingly acted as if he was removing it from Jules.In previous acts, his helper would sometimes become overzealous and actually strip. Thankfully Jules didn’t show a similar inclination. She merely alternated between glaring at the ceiling and at him.Sin circled her and reached for the buttons of her jacket. Julie tensed as he undid the top two buttons. His fingers brushed the lacy edge of her camisole and desire shot through him. He wanted to have her.But first he had to get through the next couple of hours. “Don’t look so frightened, Jules. I’m not going any farther.”“You’d better not unless you want two black eyes,” she warned out of the side of her mouth.The crowd hooted and yelled for more. Sin nuzzled the side of her neck, enjoying the feel of her skin against his lips. “The crowd is wild for you, Jules.”“It is not me they want to see, Sin.”“Maybe not the female half, but the men in the room can’t take their eyes off of you.”It was true. Sin sensed the envious looks he was being given. He did not feel threatened by their interest. Julie would be his even though she didn’t know it yet.Sin undid the third button of her jacket, and then a fourth when she didn’t argue. The lapels of her jacket parted and exposed her thin camisole. Even the women hooted with delight as he ran his hands down the sides of her waist.No one was more surprised than he was when Jules turned and yanked the mic from his hands.She turned toward the crowd and lifted the microphone to her mouth. “Ya’ll want to see more?”The crowd went crazy. She turned back to him with a wicked smile. Reaching up with one hand, she removed the hat.She plopped the hat on his head at a crooked angle and lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “Turnabout is fair play.”