Thursday, December 21, 2017

Early #Review & Excerpt - Dragon Blood by Eileen Wilks #Romance #Paranormal

Series: World of the Lupi # 14
Format: E-Book, 400 pages
Release Date: January 2, 2018
Publisher: Berkley
Source: NetGalley
Genre: Romance / Paranormal

The battle against a vengeful goddess reaches a climactic point as Lily Yu must now face the ultimate challenge in a dangerous new realm—without her husband, Rule...

When a mission to rescue five children stolen by an Old One falls apart under the assault of a demon prince, Lily wakes up in a strange reality—and is immediately taken captive by the dragon spawn who rule there. Jumping worlds has fractured her party, and Cynna is her only companion. 

Although the clock is ticking, time works differently, and Lily has miraculously gained a week. That means seven days to free herself, find Rule and the others, rescue the children, and make it home alive. All before the dragon spawn holding her hostage trade her to the Old One. It would almost be doable if this weren’t Lóng Jia—also known as Dragonhome: the birthplace of dragons.





Dragon Blood is the 14th installment in author Eileen Wilks World of the Lupi series. If you are a fan of this series, then you have already read Dragon Spawn. If you've read Dragon Spawn, then you know that that book is one of the very few in this series that ended on a stunning cliffhanger. This is a series that features FBI Special Agent Lily Yu, and her husband Rule Tanner who are fighting to save Earth from the Great Bitch and her avatars.

When last we left the couple, they were deep into the realm known as Dis searching for 5 missing lupi children who were supposed to be given to the Dragon Spawn by the Great Bitch. The kids include Rule's own son Toby, and Cynna Weaver's daughter Ryder. At the end of the story, Gan, once a demon, sent Lily, Rule, Cynna, and Madame Yu to a place known as Lóng Jia, also known as Dragonhome: the birthplace of dragons.

The problem is that Gan separated the group into two. Cynna and Lily find themselves as prisoners of the Dragon Spawn of this world, while Rule, who is badly injured, Madame Yu, and Gan have a long trek ahead of them in order to meet up with the women before the kids show up in this realm. Lily is the key to the Great Bitch's plans, apparently. From the onset of this book, the Great Bitch has tried to take Lily away, mind wipe her, and take over her body which is immune to all magics. 

But, now we get to meet an assortment of new characters, including, Helen Whiteheads sister Alice Baitou Li as well as the 6 remaining Dragon Spawn that call this realm home and made some sort of deal with the Great Bitch for the 5 lupi children. I am one who believes that this series has perhaps jumped the shark at times. The ongoing war with the Great Bitch could have been handled by now, but instead, we get even more convoluted, and even more technical with not only understanding Dragon culture, but also Madame Yu's impressive abilities that have so far gone unnoticed or ignored completely by almost everyone. 

There are certain parts of this book that were completely unnecessary and could have been easily removed without skipping a beat or interrupting what is happening with Lily and crew. Those parts happened back on Earth time days before Lily and group headed to Dis. Lily and Cynna really do have their hands full in order to deal with the difficult challenges put in front of them. While Cynna is forced to teach Alice about healing magic, Lily gets questioned over and over again by one of the leaders of the Dragon Spawn.

If you are looking for something different, than this book is definitely for you. When you think of Lóng Jia, think of China. There is a lot of overlapping between this realm and the Chinese culture. I dare not say this story is filled with action. It isn't. I will say that once you get deep into the story, then you can start thinking the group will once again come together, and perhaps a battle will happen that will lead them back home to Earth where an even more interesting revelation happens right at the end of the book. ::sigh::

Even though Wilks once again creates an interesting world and new characters, I am eager to see the final battle play out between Lily's allies and the Great Bitch's. After 14 books, there has to be an end game soon, or close to soon.




One

Lóng Jia

Pain comes in many varieties. There’s the crushed outrage of a smashed thumb and the oh shit rip of a twisted ankle. A bad tooth throbs, a headache pounds, and when a bone breaks, the bright shock of it shorts out your entire system, as intense as a climax. Then there is pain that swallows the entire world, admitting no presence beyond itself. Pain that goes on and on.

Rule woke to pain.

In the first few seconds or eons, there was no place to put the pain, nothing to assign it to, no sense it was lodged in this or that part of his body. Pain was entire, complete…until it wasn’t. He grew aware of a voice. Not words, for the pain-universe allowed him no space to sort sound into words, but he knew this particular sound was a voice.

He was not alone.

Some instinct rose from a place so deep inside the pain could not shut it out. An instinct that said quiet. That said listen. He was hurt, badly hurt, and he was not alone. Not-alone was dangerous. His nostrils flared. He did not smell clan or Lily. He smelled . . .

“…did you stop?” the voice was saying. It sounded scared. “It’s not enough to get him out of the water. We’ve got to get to cover. One of them could swoop down at any moment and…”

The word for what he smelled eluded Rule, but he knew the scent. No, two scents. The one that went with the voice was not-trusted. The other…

“Hey, why did you-what are you-eep!”

The other was very dangerous.

“Oh, right. The sleep charm. I forgot about that. I can put him in sleep and then he won’t scream anymore. Okay. You can back off now. Please back off.”

Very dangerous, but also…his. His, and trusted. Rule made a huge effort and opened his eyes.

The glare made his eyes blur, or maybe they’d already been wet. He panted, openmouthed, as pain threatened to white out his other senses. He blinked to clear his vision. All he saw was blue. After a moment he caught the word for all that blue: sky. Then a large head loomed over him, furred in orange and black with white above the eyes and on the ruff.

Tiger. That was the word for the one with the dangerous-but-mine scent.

The tiger licked the side of his head with a huge, rough tongue. And purred.

The tiger had a name. Madame Yu. Yes. He did not need to defend himself with Madame Yu here. His eyes closed in exhausted relief.

“How did Cynna say it worked?” the voice asked. “I hold it on him, but there was something else.”

Memories flickered through Rule and landed on a name. Gan. The voice belonged to Gan, who used to be a demon and an enemy but was now a friend. She was not-trusted because her judgment was unreliable, not because she wished him ill.

“No, don’t lick me! Lick him if you want, but I don’t-oh, I get what you mean. I’m supposed to lick the charm to activate it.”

Madame Yu was here. Gan was here. Where was his mate? Automatically Rule reached for Lily through the bond. Panic flickered, a hot little flame amid the vaster pain. So far. She was so far away-

Something damp and metallic pressed against his cheek. Sleep swept in, soft and comforting as a blanket, and separated him from both thought and pain.

One second, Lily had been fighting two enormous Claws. Although fighting might not be the best term, since her M4 had run out of ammo and sheÕd been unable to get a new clip in before one of the oversize demons slapped it out of her hands. The next, she was waking up in this manicured garden. Trees surrounded the grassy area where she sat, interrupted in two places by paths. It was warm here, very warm, and a lot more humid than she was used to. Somewhere nearby, a bird sang. Water gurgled a happy-little-stream song. A stray sorcŽri brushed against her hand, making the skin tingle faintly.

Lily sat motionless, her head aching, and looked up at the dead woman who’d greeted her.

Helen Whitehead was a small, birdlike woman of middle age who put the “white” back in Caucasian. Her skin was so pale she must have spent her entire life slathered with sunscreen, and her hair was the color of sun-bleached straw. Only her eyes testified to her body’s ability to produce pigment-blue eyes that might have looked washed out in another face, but were vivid in this one.

Lily knew the face, the eyes, the hair. The last time she’d seen them, that uncolored hair had been wet with blood, the blue eyes clouded over in death. She reached the obvious conclusion. “I’m dead.”

The woman tipped her head. “Did you suffer a blow to your head?”

As a matter of fact, she had. It ached, as did various other body parts. Bruises and contusions taken in the fight in the audience hall were reporting in, which spoke against her initial conclusion. So did the Glock in her hand-the one she’d drawn so automatically she hadn’t noticed doing it. Lily didn’t have a clue what the afterlife was like, but she doubted it included semi-automatic weapons.

Still alive, then. Which made her amazingly lucky, though it was hard to feel fortunate as she sprang to her feet with all the vigor of an arthritic eighty-year-old. Her ankle sang out in sharp rebuke when she put weight on that foot. Good thing she didn’t plan to run anywhere right away. Her ankle might let her hobble away. Maybe.

Helen watched, mildly curious. “I understand head blows can induce confusion. Put the gun away, Lily.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I do,” said a voice behind her.

She spun-and something yanked the gun out of her hand even as she squeezed the trigger. The shot killed the hell out of a leaf or two without coming close to the man who’d come up behind Lily.

Her weapon whisked itself through the air to plant itself in the palm of the man’s hand. He was tall and thin and clearly Asian-probably Chinese though his features were subtly different from the Han Chinese that comprised over 90 percent of China’s population. Tibetan, maybe? His features were clean and elegant, his skin extremely pale, his hair black and pulled back in a tight bun. But his eyes were blue-sky blue-and brighter than any human eyes she’d ever seen. Brighter even than Cullen’s, which she would have thought impossible. He wore a gold and black shenyi, the wraparound robe that had constituted formal wear for Chinese men for centuries. It hadn’t been in style for a long time now.

Tom Weng had been wearing a shenyi. Weng had looked subtly different from the Han majority, too. She’d wondered if he might have a European ancestor somewhere, but maybe not. Maybe he came from the same ethnic group as this guy. There was a resemblance, wasn’t there? He might be Weng’s…cousin? Brother?

One way to find out.

Two months ago, Lily’s mindspeech lessons with the black dragon she called Sam had finally paid off. An ability that had been dormant came to life. Mindspeech, she knew now, was only one way of using her mindsense…which was only logical, really. You had to sense a mind before you could speak with it. Lily’s new sense was an odd meld of tactile and visual. Most of the time it slept in her middle, as much a part of her as her colon and as easy to ignore. When she wanted to use it, she gave it a mental nudge and it uncoiled, reaching out like a tentacle or probe-or like a mist, if that’s what she wanted.

It was the mist she used now. With it, she could locate all the nearby minds at once. She nudged the coil sleeping in her gut, picturing it as a mist radiating out…

To her mindsense, the man simply wasn’t there. That absence had only one possible explanation. He was dragon spawn.

“I’ve been wanting one of these,” the dragon spawn said, turning her Glock over in his hands. He spoke clearly, but with a definite accent. “Later, you will instruct me in its use.”

While she appreciated his use of the word “later” and the implied confidence in her continued existence, being somewhere else sounded like a great idea. Pity it would be so hard to put into practice. Dragon spawn were crazy strong as well as plain old crazy. He was probably also a sorcerer. Magic might not work on her directly, but she could be affected by what it did. Look at how easily he’d knocked her weapon out of her hand…which still tingled from the odd magic he’d employed.

A type of magic she’d touched before, she realized. “Telekinesis. That’s how Weng was able to float or fly or whatever you want to call it. Not true levitation-at least, not the way dragons do it, which may not be levitation, either.” Cullen thought dragons went out-of-phase with reality much the way demons did when they went dashtu, thereby reducing the effect of gravity on their huge bodies.

The thought of Cullen made her chest tight, as if she didn’t have enough air. He’d fallen in the battle in the audience hall. She didn’t know if he was still alive. She fought to keep the fear from her face, her voice. “Weng used a peculiar form of TK to move his body where he wanted it.”

“I was told she wasn’t as stupid as most humans,” he observed. “Her initial response to you made me doubt this, but perhaps that was due to the blow to her head, as you suggested, Alice.”

Alice? Was Helen using a different name here? Wherever “here” was. Lily’s head ached. “Where are we?”

It was as if she hadn’t spoken. “I will study her before we hand her over to our ally.”

The woman-Helen or Alice?-spoke. “I have expressed my desire to make my own study of her.”

“Be satisfied with the other one.”

“Other one,” Lily repeated. “You have another human here?”

For the first time, the man met her eyes. He even smiled. It was not a friendly expression. “We have a large number of them. Your people are limited in many ways, but you do breed well.”

She had his attention. Good. Keep asking questions. “What’s your name?”

“Surely even you know better than to expect an answer to such a question.”

“Surely even you realize I meant a call-name.”

“You will call me Zhu.”

She snorted. “Master? Not likely.”

“And yet you will do so. If not now, soon.” Abruptly he switched to Chinese, but it was a dialect she’d never heard before. Not Cantonese or Taiwanese-neither of which she could speak, but she knew them when she heard them. Wu, maybe? Wasn’t that the dialect spoken in Shanghai Province? He seemed to want someone to hurry up and…

What was that? Feet moving quickly and in unison. She turned.

Half a dozen ancient Chinese warriors came trotting out of the trees on one of the paths. At least they looked Chinese and their gear might have clothed the extras in a Genghis Khan movie, if Genghis Khan had been Chinese rather than Mongolian. Hollywood didn’t pay attention to details like that. These men wore baggy pants, skimpy beards or long mustaches or both, and pointy leather helmets. Also what she thought were called cuirasses-two pieces of shaped leather strapped together to protect the chest and back. The sixth man’s armor was made of something blue and shiny. Two of them carried swords, two carried bows, and two held…were those pikes or spears? Long wooden poles that ended in a pointy part.

She twitched with the urge to bolt. She wouldn’t get far.

It wasn’t until the six men formed up in a circle around her that she realized how short they were. Blue-armor was the only one taller than her, and he only had a couple inches on her. That armor was peculiar. Not metal, she thought, but she couldn’t get a good look. Helen blocked her view.

The dragon spawn told them in that odd Chinese to “take her to the [gentle womb? fine bag?] with the other one” and started to walk away.

“What other one?” Lily called after him. He ignored her.

One of the warriors barked an order at her-not the guy with the blue breastplate. This one’s face was weathered, wrinkled around the eyes. His armor was leather, but he had more of it than the others-winged pads on his shoulders, stuff that strapped onto his thighs. His order was simple enough that she understood it quite well: come with us.

“You are to go with them,” Alice/Helen said tranquilly.

“Or else what?” Lily asked. “Are they going to poke holes in me with those big sticks?”

“No. As you perhaps have guessed, our ally wants you alive and reasonably intact. If you resist going with them, they will try not to damage you. If they fail in that attempt, you will be given medical care. You may find their version of medical care rather primitive.”

Alrighty, then. Might as well go with the short warriors. Lily inclined her head regally at Shoulder Pads Guy and tried to channel Grandmother as she said in Chinese-Mandarin Chinese, that is, that being the only form of the language she could speak-“You will introduce yourself. Then I will go with you.”

He scowled in what might be confusion. After a moment he repeated his order, but this time added that he was Li Po, shou quán gui yuánsù de tian Zhurén. First something-something of the Heavenly Masters.

Lily lifted her eyebrows as if she doubted he’d gotten that right, but was too polite to call him on it. “I greet you, Li Po. I am Special Agent Lily Yu of Unit Twelve of the Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America.” Nyah, nyah, nyah. My title’s longer than yours. “I will go with you.”

They insisted on tying Lily’s hands in front of her. Clearly someone thought she was a helluva lot more dangerous than she felt. They didn’t search her-an odd omission, but maybe they assumed her bound hands would keep them safe from her. They were probably right.




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