I'm excited to be taking part in the blog tour for Mythology by Helen Boswell, organized by SupaGurl Tours. I read and loved this book a few months ago, and you can read my review here. Today I have an excerpt from the book, along with an awesome giveaway organized by Helen. But first, here's a little more about Mythology...
Hope Gentry doesn’t believe in Fate. Born with an unusual power to see the dark memories of those around her, Hope just wants to be a normal teenager. But on the first day of her senior year of high school, she finds herself irresistibly drawn to a transfer student named Micah Condie. At first glance, Micah seems like a boy that most girls would dream about. But when Hope's powers allow her to discover Micah's darkest secret, she quickly becomes entangled in the lives of mythical entities she never dreamed existed. Was this her destiny all along? And will her powers help her survive the evil of the Demon Impiorum?
Mythology isn’t just for English class anymore.
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Excerpt from Mythology
Micah’s waiting for me in my bedroom. It was an innocent enough invitation to show him my photographs, but I wonder if my true intentions had been just as innocent. I take an insanely long time to brush out my hair.
When I finally enter my room, Micah’s examining the framed prints on the wall.
“These aren’t yours,” he says without turning around.
I move to stand next to him. “I know. Mine are in a portfolio.”
He looks at me. “Why in a portfolio? Why not hang your own work?”
I think about it for a second. “Maybe because what I photograph represents what I see all the time. It’s nice to look at what someone else sees for a change.”
He smiles and reaches for my hand, and I get that melty feeling again when he laces his fingers through mine. But now he’s looking past me and frowning. I turn my head and see the stack of books on my desk. The picture of Brian Halverson from the back of Man and Mythology is face-up on top of the stack.
“Micah, what is it?”
He lets go of my hand and sinks to sit on the edge of my bed. His head rests on his hands like he has another headache. “He gave me another warning today.”
“What? What did he say to you?” I can feel my anger building.
He raises his head and reaches out to touch my arm. “Please don’t get upset. He was different with me this time. He told me that he could see that I care about you, but that if I do, then I should keep away before you wind up getting hurt. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he knows what I did to my mom. It’s the only thing I can think of that makes sense.”
He looks across the room at the door. He whispers, “I should go.”
I sit down next to him. “Micah,” I say. He looks up at me, and I flounder for the right words to say. “You can’t,” I blurt out.
He seems to relax, and even smiles, if just a tiny bit. “I have to go home eventually, Hope.”
“I just don’t want you to leave thinking you shouldn’t be with me,” I explain. “Because you should.”
His gaze is searching, unwavering. He says, “I know.”
I don’t know why the two words have the effect of making me feel so relieved, but they do. “Okay,” I say smiling. “So maybe to keep the heat off, we should keep a low profile at school.”
He raises an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
“I mean, don’t act like my boyfriend at school,” I say simply. “Don’t sit next to me in homeroom. Don’t talk to me if you see me in the hallway. I’ll get rides from Sylvia. Just so Halverson leaves you alone.”
“All right,” he says after a moment. “And outside of school?”
I lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips. “Outside of school, you can be my boyfriend all you want.”
He smiles and reaches for me. He puts his hand against my cheek.
“You’re mine?” Although he says it as a question, his certainty of the answer underlies the words.
I usually find it completely and utterly nauseating when other people use possessive expressions like this. But when Micah says his version of these words to me, I think I finally understand it. It’s not that he’s saying he wants to be possessive of me, but that he wants to be able to count on me. And I’m totally okay with that.
I nod by way of answer, and my heart skips a beat as I say, “And you’re mine?” I definitely express it as more of an actual question.
“Only ever yours,” he says, and my heart more than compensates for skipping a beat by fluttering uncontrollably.
And here is Helen's wonderful giveaway...