January 3, 2018

Between the Blade and the Heart Blog Tour: Review, Excerpt + Giveaway

Between the Blade and the Heart (Valkyrie #1)
Author: Amanda Hocking
Genre: YA Fantasy/Mythology
Release Date: January 2, 2018
Publisher: Wednesday Books


When the fate of the world is at stake
Loyalties will be tested


Game of Thrones meets Blade Runner in this commanding new YA fantasy inspired by
Norse Mythology from New York Times bestselling author Amanda Hocking.

As one of Odin's Valkyries, Malin's greatest responsibility is to slay immortals and return
them to the underworld. But when she unearths a secret that could unravel the balance of all
she knows, Malin along with her best friend and her ex-girlfriend must decide where their loyalties lie. And if helping the blue-eyed boy Asher enact his revenge is worth the risk—to the world and her heart.


The air reeked of fermented fish and rotten fruit, thanks to the overflowing dumpster from the restaurant behind us. The polluted alley felt narrow and claustrophobic, sandwiched between skyscrapers.

In the city, it was never quiet or peaceful, even at three in the morning. There were more
than thirty million humans and supernatural beings coexisting, living on top of each other. It was the only life I’d ever really known, but the noise of the congestion grated on me tonight.

My eyes were locked on the flickering neon lights of the gambling parlor across the street. The u in Shibuya had gone out, so the sign flashed SHIB YA at me.

The sword sheathed at my side felt heavy, and my body felt restless and electric. I couldn’t keep from fidgeting and cracked my knuckles.

“He’ll be here soon,” my mother, Marlow, assured me. She leaned back against the brick
wall beside me, casually eating large jackfruit seeds from a brown paper sack. Always bring a
snack on a stakeout was one of her first lessons, but I was far too nervous and excited to eat.

The thick cowl of her frayed black sweater had been pulled up like a hood, covering her
cropped blond hair from the icy mist that fell on us. Her tall leather boots only went to her calf, thanks to her long legs. Her style tended to be monochromatic—black on black on black—aside from the shock of dark red lipstick.

My mother was only a few years shy of her fiftieth birthday, with almost thirty years of experience working as a Valkyrie, and she was still as strong and vital as ever. On her hip, her sword Mördare glowed a dull red through its sheath.

The sword of the Valkyries was one that appeared as if it had been broken in half—its blade only a foot long before stopping at a sharp angle. Mördare’s blade was several thousand years old, forged in fires to look like red glass that would glow when the time was nigh.

My sword was called Sigrún, a present on my eighteenth birthday from Marlow. It was a
bit shorter than Mördare, with a thicker blade, so it appeared stubby and fat. The handle was
black utilitarian, a replacement that my mom had had custom-made from an army supply store, to match her own.

The ancient blade appeared almost black, but as it grew closer to its target, it would glow a vibrant purple. For the past hour that we’d been waiting on our stakeout, Sigrún had been
glowing dully on my hip.

The mist grew heavier, soaking my long black hair. I kept the left side of my head shaved, parting my hair over to the right, and my scalp should’ve been freezing from the cold, but I didn’t feel it. I didn’t feel anything.

It had begun—the instinct of the Valkyrie, pushing aside my humanity to become a weapon. When the Valkyrie in me took over, I was little more than a scythe for the Grim Reaper of the gods.

“He’s coming,” Marlow said behind me, but I already knew.

The world fell into hyperfocus, and I could see every droplet of rain as it splashed toward the ground. Every sound echoed through me, from the bird flapping its wings a block away, to the club door as it groaned open.

Eleazar Bélanger stumbled out, his heavy feet clomping in the puddles. He was chubby and short, barely over four feet tall, and he would’ve appeared to be an average middle-aged man if it wasn’t for the two knobby horns that stuck out on either side of his forehead. Graying tufts of black hair stuck out from under a bright red cap, and as he walked ahead, he had a noticeable limp favoring his right leg.

He was a Trasgu, a troublemaking goblin, and his appearance belied the strength and cunning that lurked within him. He was over three hundred years old, and today would be the day he died.

I waited in the shadows of the alley for him to cross the street. A coughing fit caused him to double over, and he braced himself against the brick wall.

I approached him quietly—this all went easier when they didn’t have time to prepare. He took off his hat to use it to wipe the snot from his nose, and when he looked up at me, his green eyes flashed with understanding.

“It’s you,” Eleazar said in a weak, craggy voice. We’d never met, and I doubt he’d ever seen me before, but he recognized me, the way they all did when their time was up.

“Eleazar Bélanger, you have been chosen to die,” I said, reciting my script, the words automatic and cold on my lips. “It is my duty to return you to the darkness from whence you

“No, wait!” He held up his pudgy hands at me. “I have money. I can pay you. We can work this out.”

“This is not my decision to make,” I said as I pulled the sword from my sheath.

His eyes widened as he realized I couldn’t be bargained with. For a moment I thought he might just accept his fate, but they rarely did. He bowed his head and ran at me like a goat. He was stronger than he looked and caused me to stumble back a step, but he didn’t have anywhere to go.

My mother stood blocking the mouth of the alley, in case I needed her. Eleazar tried to run toward the other end, but his leg slowed him, and I easily overtook him. Using the handle of my sword, I cracked him on the back of the skull, and he fell to the ground on his knees.

Sigrún glowed brightly, with light shining out from it and causing the air to glow purple around us. Eleazar mumbled a prayer to the Vanir gods. I held the sword with both hands, and I struck it across his neck, decapitating him.

And then, finally, the electricity that had filled my body, making my muscles quiver and my bones ache, left me, and I breathed in deeply. The corpse of an immortal goblin lay in a puddle at my feet, and I felt nothing but relief.

“It was a good return,” my mother said, and put her hand on my shoulder. “You did well, Malin.”

Copyright © 2018 by Amanda Hocking in Between the Blade and the Heart and
reprinted by permission of St. Martin’s Griffin.

Between the Blade and the Heart is a fantastic first book in what promises to be an enchanting new young adult fantasy series - and is definitely one that fans of the genre are going to want to pick up. I've read several of the author's other books and have loved them all, so I went into this one with pretty high hopes and expectations. I definitely wasn't let down in any way. Honestly, I think this is my favorite of hers to date. It has everything that I love in a great story - a fast pace, excellent world building, vivid imagery that brings everything to life in my mind, complex and realistic characters, and even some romance. Every aspect of this novel was wonderfully done and I have nothing negative to say about any of it. Except that I wanted it to keep going and I hate that I'll have to wait for the next book to release. Which is also a huge plus for me - the fact that this is just the first book in a new series and we have so much more to look forward to!

I'd keep rambling about all the reasons I loved this book so much if I didn't reign it in, so I'll highlight a few things that really stood out for me. The world building was so in-depth and detailed. The world that the author created was full of mythology and so many different kinds of creatures. I absolutely loved getting to know as much as I could about each of the species - immortals, mortals, Valkyries, and every supernatural creature in between. I adored learning about them all, as well as the myths and legends surrounding them, the history of the world they live in, the underworld, the gods and their rules, and everything else. In my opinion, the author did a magnificent job of creating this complex world and society where everything and everyone must live together. I'm really hoping to learn even more about it all in the coming books. I could read about it for hours and hours without getting bored in the least. In short - I LOVED this aspect of the book and I really hope it continues throughout the series.

The other thing I want to mention is the writing style the author uses. She picked the first person point of view - told from Malin's perspective. It's by far my favorite style and I think it's the perfect fit for the story. I loved getting to really know Malin on a personal level - as only the first person POV can allow. I can't wait to get to know more about her and feel a deeper connection to her and the rest of the characters in the rest of the series. I very highly recommend this book to fans of YA fantasy and mythology - you're going to want to read this ASAP!

Amanda Hocking is the author of over twenty young adult novels, including the New York Times bestselling Trylle Trilogy and Kanin Chronicles. Her love of pop culture and all things paranormal influence her writing. She spends her time in Minnesota, taking care of her menagerie of pets and working on her next book.

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