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 THE EPIC CRUSH OF GENIE LO
by F.C. Yee

Genre: YA Fantasy
Pub. Date:
 August 8, 2017
Publisher: Amulet Books
Pages: 336
Formats: Hardcover, eBook

The struggle to get into a top-tier college consumes sixteen-year-old Genie Lo’s every waking thought. But when her sleepy Bay Area town comes under siege from hell-spawn straight out of Chinese folklore, her priorities are suddenly and forcefully rearranged.

Her only guide to the demonic chaos breaking out around her is Quentin Sun, a beguiling, maddening new transfer student from overseas. Quentin assures Genie she is strong enough to fight these monsters, for she unknowingly harbors an inner power that can level the very gates of Heaven.

Genie will have to dig deep within herself to summon the otherworldly strength that Quentin keeps talking about. But as she does, she finds the secret of her true nature is entwined with his, in a way she could never have imagined…


“GREETINGS,” HE SAID, HIS ACCENT THICK BUT HIS VOICE LOUD and clear. “I
have arrived.”
 
Now, I’d done my best to describe this guy to the police. They pressed me
hard for details, as apparently this wasn’t the first group mugging in recent
weeks.
 
But I’d let Officers Davis and Rodriguez down. Nice eyes and a winning
smile weren’t much to go by. I was too frazzled to notice anything before,
which meant this was my first decent look at the boy without the influence of
adrenaline.
 
So a couple of things.
 
One: He was short. Like, really short for a guy. I felt bad that my brain
went there first, but he wasn’t even as tall as Mrs. Nanda.
 
Two: He was totally okay, physically. I didn’t see how anyone could be up
and about after that beating, but here he was, unbruised and unblemished. I
felt relieved and disturbed at the same time to see there wasn’t a scratch on
him.
 
And his mint condition just made Point Three even more obvious.
 
He was . . . yeesh.
 
Nothing good could come of our new classmate being that handsome. It was
destructive. Twisted. Weaponized. He had the cheekbones and sharp jawline of a
pop star, but his thick eyebrows and wild, unkempt hair lent him an air of
natural ruggedness that some pampered singer could never achieve in a million
years of makeup.
 
“Argh, my ovaries,” Yunie mumbled. She wasn’t alone, judging by the soft
intakes of breath coming from around the room.
 
“Arrived from where?” said Mrs. Nanda.
 
Quentin looked at her in amusement. “China?”
 
“Yes, but where in, though?” said Mrs. Nanda, trying her best to convey
that she was sensitive to the regional differences. Fujianese, Taishanese,
Beijingren—she’d taught them all.
 
He just shrugged. “The stones,” he said.
 
“You mean the mountains, sweetie?” said Rachel Li, batting her eyelashes
at him from the front row.
 
“No! I don’t misspeak.”
 
The class giggled at his English. But none of it was incorrect, technically
speaking.
 
“Tell us a little about yourself,” Mrs. Nanda said.
 
Quentin puffed out his chest. The white button-down shirt and black pants
of our school’s uniform for boys made most of them look like limo drivers. But
on him, the cheap stitching just made it clearer that he was extremely
well-muscled underneath.
 
“I am the greatest of my kind,” he said. “In this world I have no equal.
I am known to thousands in faraway lands, and everyone I meet can’t help but
declare me king!”
 
There was a moment of silence and sputtering before guffaws broke out.
 
“Well . . . um . . . we are all high achievers here at SF Prep,” said
 
Mrs. Nanda as politely as she could. “I’m sure you’ll fit right in?”
 
Quentin surveyed the cramped beige classroom with a cool squint. To him,
the other twenty-two laughing students were merely peons on whom his important
message had been lost.
 
“Enough wasting of time,” he snapped. “I came to these petty halls only
to reclaim what is mine.”
 
Before anyone could stop him, he hopped onto Rachel’s desk and stepped
over her to the next one, like she wasn’t even there.
 
“Hey! Quentin!” Mrs. Nanda said, frantically waving her hands. “Get down
now!”
 
The new student ignored her, stalking down the column of desks. Toward
mine.
 
Everyone in his way leaned to the side to avoid getting kicked. They were
all too flabbergasted to do anything but serve as his counterweights.
 
He stopped on my desk and crouched down, looking me in the eye. His gaze
pinned me to my seat.
I couldn’t turn away. He was so close our noses were almost touching. He
smelled like wine and peaches.
 
“You!” he said.
 
“What?” I squeaked.
 
Quentin gave me a grin that was utterly feral. He tilted his head as if
to whisper, but spoke loud enough for everyone to hear.
 

“You belong to me”


F. C. Yee grew up in New Jersey and went to school in New England, but has called the San Francisco Bay Area home ever since he beat a friend at a board game and shouted “That’s how we do it in NorCal, baby!” Outside of writing, he practices capoeira, a Brazilian form of martial arts, and has a day job mostly involving spreadsheets.


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