By RP Channing
Blood of My Blood Series
240+ Pages WITH BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPHS
Genres: Young Adult Romance, Paranormal Romance, High School, Vampires, Demons, Witches, Dark Fantasy, Horror
~ Kira Sutherland ~
After a near fatal accident (and getting cheated on by her ‘boyfriend’), and beating up the lead cheerleader (with whom the boyfriend cheated…), and being labeled as having ‘issues’ in her school because she, uhm, sees ghosts, Kira is left with two choices:
- 1. Continue her ‘therapy’ (where she’s told the ghost is a hallucination and also gets her legs ogled too often…)
- 2. Go to Starkfield Academy, a boarding school for “Crazies and Convicts” (as the social media sites call them.)
She chooses the latter…
~ Cory Rand ~
Cory Rand has not had an easy life. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve, and so did his mother’s best friend…sort of. You see, Janice made a promise to take care of Cory just before she died, and so she lingers. Undead. A ghost that watches out for him.
Brought up in an abusive home, Cory quickly falls into a life of disreputable behavior. After his third offense (which was prompted by a girl, as usual – he has a weakness) he’s left with two choices:
- Be tried as an adult and share a cell with a guy named Bubba (he thinks…)
2. Go to Starkfield Academy, which Cory is pretty sure is run by vampires. But, hey, at least he’ll get an education.
He chooses the latter…
It’s at Starkfield that Kira meets Cory Rand, a boy with an insatiable Rage who sees ghosts, too. As well as other things, other things from his past, things that confuse him, things like fire and witches and demons.
Things he’s always ignored.
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The Puppy Eyes
My life was perfect.
I had the perfect shoes and the perfect friends and I lived in the perfect house.
My nails were perfect and my hair was perfect (except on Sundays, it was always windy on Sundays) and I had the perfect clothes. My lips were a perfect red and my hair perfectly straight. My eyeshadow was perfect, my hips were…okay, and my waist…well…also okay. Nothing was wrong in my life.
But then there was Jack.
Jack was a problem.
He needed to go. I mean, when you’re dead, you’re dead! I had told him this endlessly. Somehow, Jack didn’t get it. I mean, I felt sorry for the guy. Sure. Being stuck between this life and the next. But just because I found him, does that mean I needed to keep him?
I think not!
Sadly, when Jack got that look in his eyes, that weary, almost teary (if his tearducts worked) look, I melted. I just couldn’t send him away. Not even Jack knew where he would go after he died.
Would he, like, die? As in — dead, nada, kaput, finito, gone, no more? Bye bye, sayonara, ciao, hasta la vista baby and all that?
I couldn’t have that on my conscience. No way.
I lay on my bed, wondering what to do about him. “Jaaaaaaack,” I hollered.
Still no answer.
His eyes rolled down to the ground. He was making those puppy eyes again.
“Jack, I told you not to do that. I told you not to play on my sympathies.”
His puppy eyes became worse.
His skin was gray and, well, dead.
“Oh, brother,” I said. “I have to do something about you. If mom finds out I have another ‘imaginary friend’ — at my age — well, I’d die of embarrassment. But, like, really die. Not like you.” I wondered about this. Would I die? Was Jack a freak accident, or did all people live on like him? Think of the cemeteries…
The idea excited me somewhat.
“What would you have me do, Miss Kira?”
“Knock off the Miss Kira crap. I told you it’s just Kira.”
“Yes, Miss Kira.”
The dead. There’s just no reasoning.
“Fine, Miss Kira it is then.” Rover barked like a lunatic in the garden. No one else might be able to see Jack, but I was sure my dog could.
“I have to do something about this,” I mumbled.
I’m a strong believer in there being more to life than meets the eye. YA captures the possibility of this magic better than any other genre.
There are pros and cons to all genres. And I find YA to have a nice blend of the things I like most in a book: Romance, fantasy, the possibility of a different future, sometimes things getting a little scary but not grotesquely so.
I like my characters to be go-getters, to make decisions for themselves and to make things happen. I’m not a big fan of external events moving a plot forward and, when they do, the characters should take an active role in handling anything thrown their way.
I’m also not a big fan of the “Oh woe is me” character.
Perhaps it’s the age of YA characters that makes them so likable. We were all full of dreams when we were sixteen and seventeen. Maybe life got in the way, maybe we stopped believing in some of those.
Writers are dreamers at heart, and I think we’re one of the few souls who keep holding on to dreams no matter how impossible they seem. Maybe writing is a way of us achieving those dreams through our stories, by having our characters experience them.
Either way, the YA character is more likely to hold on to a dream or a goal like a bulldog to steak because life has not knocked them down enough, and writing about such characters is relieving.
I also like my stories to be a little scary, but I find horror a little too, well, horrific. I’m all for fear and tension and biting your nails as you go through a tale, but I’m not a fan of the bloodbath and things we really don’t need described in so much detail because sometimes what you don’t say is scarier than what you do say.
A reader’s imagination can fill in all sorts of details if you trust her enough to leave a little part of the scene untold.
And then, of course, there’s the romance, and no genre captures the innocence of early love as touchingly as YA. There’s just no matching up to the heartwarming scenes of Boy Meets Girl in these stories.
The final and most important reason I chose YA is that I like the crowd. They get behind a book or they don’t, but they’re willing to try new writers out. And when you’re starting it, this is worth more than gold.
R P Channing started writing three years ago, but never published anything even after churning out over a million words of fiction. Thirst: Blood of my Blood is the first book he dared to publish. When asked why, he said, “Because it’s the first thing I wrote that my wife actually enjoyed reading.” When not hammering away (most literally) at his keyboard, he can be found buried in a book, reading anything from romance to horror to young adult to non-fiction to comedy.
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