Zoe and the Demon Slayer by Neel Kay
Publication date: October 6th 2014
Genres: Fantasy, New Adult
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Twenty-four year old book worm and blogger Zoe Graves was looking
forward to the fourth and final instalment of her favourite book saga – The Augustin Chronicles.
The evening was meant to be spent in line at the local bookstore with
hundreds of other fans, getting the book, maybe even meeting the author,
and ultimately spending the night with the dreamiest hero of them all,
Lucien de Forest and the love of his life Noomi Augustin.
But somewhere someone thought otherwise.Confused and hurt after a mugging by the bookstore, Zoe is somehow transported to another world, and suddenly finds herself in a snow-covered landscape witnessing a bloody fight far away from the English summer, and is left to rely on the help from the rather reluctant Matis, who just happen to be out to kill none other than Zoe’s favourite hero and heroine, Lucien and Noomi.
Although convinced she might be in some sort of limbo or maybe even in a coma, Zoe figures that her role in the story is to prevent Matis from killing her all-time favourite fictional couple.
His eyes were dark, so very dark, and the equally dark
hair, although some of it was braided, didn’t look girly or weird at all. Well,
maybe a little weird, seeing as men like him usually only existed in the
fantasy books Zoe read and not in the real world. She gaped at the sort of
Mohawk the tight braids along the sides of his head and the loose hair on top
created.
He squinted. “Stop following me,” he said, practically
biting at her. “I don’t have time to save odd damsels in distress.” He picked
up a couple of dead rabbits from the ground, turned back around and walked
away.
Zoe didn’t move. She could hardly feel her feet
anymore. “But what about your cloak?” she yelled after him. “Don’t you need
it?”
“Keep it.” He waved a hand in the air and kept up a determined
walk on the path that led up to the top of a small hill.
Behind Zoe there was a small piece of forestland.
Although she couldn’t be sure, she didn’t imagine anyone lived there. Besides,
she wasn’t going back to those dead soldiers, not even to just walk past them.
She couldn’t stomach the smell. Everywhere she looked, all that she saw were
big black mountains far away in the horizon and the big orangey white sky
sending down all that snow.
It was then that Zoe realised that she’d continued her
pursuit of the man. She didn’t have any choice really. She’d never been much of
an outdoor person, and she wouldn’t last an hour under these conditions.
“You’re still following me,” the man suddenly said.
His back was still turned, but he had stopped at the top of the hill. “Even if
you’re keeping your distance, you are still following me.” He turned his head
and looked at her over his shoulder. “Like a damn cat,” he added, sending her a
tired glance.
“But maybe my home is in that direction,” Zoe argued.
She was out of breath and her dry throat was killing her. “You did tell me to
go home. Maybe that is what I’m doing?”
“But it isn’t, though, is it? You said you were lost.”
“Why won’t you help me?” She’d finally climbed the
hill, panting like she was completely out of shape, which she actually wasn’t
thanks to Jason. Down there, by the foot of the hill, there was a small cluster
of houses that didn’t exactly warrant the description of a village. It was just
a few houses pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Wherever that was?
The man glanced at her casually and then suddenly did
a double take. The brow curled up and suddenly without any warning, he grabbed
her cheeks with both hands and tilted back her head.
Zoe tried to pull away, but found that she didn’t have
the strength to fight. Instead, she felt a burning sensation behind her eyes,
the very eyes that the man kept staring into.
“Your eyes are green?” he said, looking at her
accusingly.
She didn’t know how to respond to that. Her nostrils
flared and the cold tore at the insides of her nose. What she wouldn’t give for
some warm clothes, a roaring fireplace and some hot chocolate. Oh, and that man
out of her face. There was a strange familiar charm to his face, but still, he
was a cold-blooded killer who was staring at her funnily.
“Is that a common thing where you’re from?” He let go
of her while eyeing her suspiciously.
“I-I guess it’s not that uncommon. Why?”
He shook his head. “What’s your name?” He turned
around and started to walk down the hill as if he didn’t really care about the
answer to his question. But he kept peering back over his shoulder, his eyes
squinted, exuding something resembling surprise.
“Zoe. What’s yours?” She followed him, feeling
accepted somehow, and it was such a relief that her chin started to wobble.
He nodded and then stopped peering over his shoulder.
“I’m Matis,” he said.
Zoe swallowed and fought hard to keep the tears at
bay. “It’s nice to meet you, Matis.”
He stopped abruptly and turned. “Is that it?” he said.
But before Zoe had a chance to say anything, he made a low grumbling sound,
something resembling an ironic scoff, and then continued marching away.
Zoe was confused. “Um, does that mean you’ll help me?”
She had to yell it after him, his long strides making the gap between them grow
quickly.
“I’ll get you thawed up,” he yelled back, sounding
annoyed again. “And get you into some other clothes, something a bit more
seasonally appropriate.”
“Oh my god, you don’t know how happy that makes me.”
“You do know that I’m a killer, don’t you? You saw me
kill those soldiers. If I were you, I wouldn’t be so fast to rejoice.”
“It’s either death by you or by hypothermia, and I
figured you’d have killed me by now if you wanted to.”
Matis scoffed and then shrugged as if she had a point.
“Besides, I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m already
dead and in some sort of purgatory or limbo. Or maybe I've just lost my mind.”
“Wonderful,” Matis exclaimed sarcastically, apparently
not really paying too much attention to her. Zoe couldn’t be sure, but he
actually seemed offended somehow.
Ten random thoughts while
writing Zoe + the Demon Slayer
1. I’ll have this book
ready by July, of course I will.
2. I love this story.
I want to live in this story. This story is so freaking awesome.
3. Yeah, no, this
probably won’t be ready before August. August 6th – yes, August 6th.
Definitely August 6th.
4. Oh hey, look! What
a pretty *insert distraction*.
5. Wait a minute…! Was
that another deadline that just whooshed by? Hey, where do you think you are
going?
6. What the hell is
this? I can’t publish this. I suck like no one has ever sucked before, maybe
even worse than that.
7. September?
8. You know, this
might not be half bad. I think. Maybe.
9. I love Zoe and
Matis so much! I should write a book about their son. He’d probably have
gorgeous dark hair and the most dazzling green eyes ever.
1.
Fine! October it is. I’m booking a blitz, damn it!
Introvert, creative, awkward.Neel Kay lives with her husband and two kids in rural surroundings in the south of Denmark, not far from the German border. She’s a trained milliner, studied English at university, and now works a day job as a web editor. But she’s been writing always.
Love coffee, scarves and sea views. Oh, and butt-kicking heroines who know how to swing a sword and aren’t afraid to get a little dirty.
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I'm really wanting to read this one! It seems kickass! Thanks for the cute little giveaway!
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