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

Posted January 7, 2018 by sophie in Blog, Blog Tours, Book Review, Reviews / 8 Comments

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

Between the Blade and the Heart Blog Tour | Book Review, Excerpt + GiveawayBetween the Blade and the Heart (Valkyrie, #1) by Amanda Hocking
Published by St. Martin's Griffin, Wednesday Books, Wednesday Books on January 2nd 2018
Format: ebook
Series: Valkyrie #1
Source: Publisher Provided
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4 Stars

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.

I will admit that I know very little about Norse mythology, although I did buy that book by Neil Gaiman. I, also, knew very little about Amanda Hocking, too. Hey, it’s a brand new year, so why not start off with a brand-new-to-me author.

The excerpt below is from Chapter One, and what I immediately loved about Amanda’s writing is that she doesn’t give you back stories, she just drops you into the action. Malin and Marlow — what a mother-daughter pair. Those two fierce Valkyries are not to be messed with. But, there are some sharp twists in the plot, because with each turn of the page, the story became more of a mystery as well as hero’s journey plot. The combination was a perfect one for an urban fantasy setting. And the pacing? Well, it moved along at breakneck speed. I finished the book in a few sittings mostly because I just wanted to know what happened next.

Let me, also, give a nod to the world building. It’s a cool, futuristic world with just enough familiar elements as to not be too far fetched. The idea of Valkyrie women being able to dispatch immortals back into their realm felt familiar, almost The Mortal Instruments-like. As a result, I grasped onto the concepts fairly easily and bought into them without any need for clarification.

The secret that’s hinted upon in the synopsis is such a good plot moment. I almost gasped as I read it. It was unexpected and just twisty enough to make you wonder how it will impact everything.

A quick aside to mention Amanda’s writing really shines when she’s writing dialogue. It just seemed so natural, and I really felt like, even with the lesser characters like Malin’s best friend, I got to know them better through their own words.

Between the Blade and the Heart may have been my first Amanda Hocking story, but it certainly will not be my last. Super action-packed, solid world building and snappy dialogue made this a great choice for my first book of the year .

Many thanks to St. Martin’s Griffin for providing us with an excerpt below and a giveaway! Scroll down to read and then enter.


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   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 came.”

   “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.


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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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8 responses to “Between the Blade and the Heart Blog Tour | Book Review, Excerpt + Giveaway

  1. John Smith

    “Tell us if you’d like to be a Valkyrie for one day? Why or why not?” I would prefer to remain an unextraordinary male-type person.

  2. Danielle Hammelef

    I could never be a Valkyrie. But I can be one in this book. I’m not into violence and I don’t have the right personality.

  3. Viki S.

    I would love to be a Valkyrie. Those women kick a$$ like no other. They’re beautiful, smart, and strong.

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