Immortality is the birthright of youth.
This is the final cover for my latest novel.
(Featuring original artwork by the incomparable Mari Kurisato!)
Well, it’s not the latest to be written, but it’s the next one to be published. Blood Bonds will be out in paper and ebook formats in approximately two weeks. Here’s the cover text, for those whose displays don’t show the image in all its glory:
“I vow never to take my blood brother’s woman…”
“…and I vow never to leave him in trouble…”
“…and I vow never to take anything of his…”
“…and I vow never to lie to him…”
“…so help me God.”
Immortality is the birthright of youth.
The young are going to live forever, and they know it. When you’re young, you can cut your hand with a dirty piece of bottle glass from the town dump, and it’s okay, because you’re going to live forever. There will be no pain and no blood. There will be no regrets. You can lie to your best friend, you can steal the very substance of his dreams, and pay no price, because you’re immortal.
When the shadow finally sweeps you up in its slow omnipotent crawl, it is not life that you are leaving behind. It is youth. It is the immortality of belief, of knowing that you can cut your hand, you can kiss a girl, you can steal from your blood brother and never pay a price.
How many of us go our entire lives and never see the evil that waits for us under our skins, behind the thin veneer of neckties and fingernail polish?
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