Half by Eli Lang Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!

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Hiya peeps, we have Eli Lang stopping by today with the tour for her new release Half, we have a brilliant guest post, a great excerpt and a fantastic giveaway, so check out the post and leave a comment to enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~

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Living between worlds has never been comfortable, but it’s where I’ve always fit: between human and fey, illness and health, magic and reality.

I’ve spent the last six years looking for a cure for the nameless sickness eating me up. If I believed there was one out there, I would keep searching. But there isn’t, so I’ve come back home, where my past and present tangle. Come home to live . . . and to die.

But my father insists I meet Kin. He’s a healer, and determined to help, even though I’m not so hopeful anymore. But Kin isn’t what I expected, in any way. He sees me, not my illness. He reminds me of what it’s like to be alive. And I can’t help falling for him, even though I know it isn’t fair to either of us.

Kin thinks he has the cure I’ve been looking for, but it’s a cure that will change everything: me, my life, my heart. If I refuse, I could lose Kin. But if I take it, I might lose myself.

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Anime and Half by Eli Lang

While I writing Half, I was massively into anime.  Every evening, I’d set aside an hour or so and watch anime.  Tons of anime.  So it’s not too much of a surprise that anime snuck into my story, too—not just in that one of my main characters is of Japanese descent, but mythology wise, and in how I decided to shape my story.  So here are some of the anime that inspired me while I wrote Half.

Natsume’s Book of Friends:  One of my favorite stories ever, and easily the biggest influence on Half.  Natsume is a typical boy, except that he can see yokai, which are sort of Japan’s version of fairies or fey or demons.  Natsume feels like he can never really fit in or have friends like a normal teenager because he has this ability.  The show is about him finding his place, both in the human world, and with the yokai.  He ends up doing favors some of the yokai, and this was my inspiration for my main character, Luca, and how he interacts with the fey.

Nabari no Ou:  Another anime I watched and fell completely in love with just as I was writing Half.  In this series, the main character, Miharu, finds he is the vessel for a sacred and powerful ninja scroll.  Some people want to use him, while others want to save him.  The series has a lot of action, but for me, it was about friendship and life and death and living the best you can under extraordinary circumstances.  It’s elegantly written and incredibly touching.

Sword Art Online:  This is technically more science fiction than fantasy, but it takes place in a fantasy world.  It’s about an immersive online game that goes awry, trapping its players inside it.  The players have to make a new life for themselves inside the game.  I love it because it makes you think, and it tells a story about people building something new out of something awful.  Forging friendships, falling in love.  It’s a wonderful series.

Barakamon:  This is a bit of an odd one for this list because it’s contemporary, a story about a calligraphy artist who goes to a remote island to try to get his creativity back.  I love it because it’s about doing what you love and remembering why you love it.  The main character struggles with inspiration and creativity and figuring out who he is, all while he’s settling into his new home and making friends and having all kinds of life epiphanies.  It’s lovely.  And it definitely helped to think of this show (and the original manga) when I was stuck or feeling uncreative or uninspired.

Spirited Away:  No anime list is complete without Spirited Away.  It’s so magical and so sweet and completely transports me every time I see it.  It’s a fairytale, about being stuck in a world that’s not your own.  It’s refreshing and delightful, and so heartfelt.  It’s the kind of story that makes me want to tell my own stories, and something I hope I channeled a teeny tiny bit of into Half.

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Saben didn’t know much about the healer at all, except that he was here in the city, that he’d come up from a short ways south, apparently because there was more for him to do here. That he was a yokai and a man. That my father had heard about him through whatever fey grapevine he was tapped into and decided I needed to go. She didn’t know where this healer slept, where he lived, who he was aligned with in the fey world. She had set up a meeting through some of her people, the string of young fey who trailed around after her, so she’d never even spoken to him.

I was supposed to meet him in a park. It was a big park, with lots of tucked-away spots to get lost in, and it was neutral territory. Clever, but most fey were interested in taking care of themselves above all else, so it wasn’t really surprising. Saben told me to go in the afternoon, didn’t even give me a definitive time. That was more annoying than trucking it down to the park to see a fey I didn’t even really want to meet, because I knew how fey worked, how they thought of time as this malleable thing they could play with. I knew there was every chance I’d show up, and the yokai wouldn’t, and my day would be shot.

But on the other hand, it wasn’t as if I had much else to do, either.

Saben had told me to walk to one end of the park, to a tiny pond with an even tinier waterfall. The spot was hidden behind a copse of trees, and it was chilly enough in the early evening that there weren’t too many other people around. The pond had a small clearing around it, a flat stretch of grass between the trees and the water. I stood on the edge of the tree line, a glamour pulled around me to hide myself, and looked for the man I was supposed to meet.

I didn’t see anything at first, and I figured I’d been right that he would be flighty, like all the other fey I knew, that he’d forget he was supposed to meet me, distracted by something more interesting. But then there was a short splash, a spray of water from the pond, and I realized a man was swimming to shore. He rose a little way out of the water, the sun sparkling off the droplets beading on his skin. His hair was black and slicked back, showing off the long planes of his face. He shook his head, brushed his hands down his arms. Then he stepped to the bank of the pond, out of the water. He stooped and picked up a long piece of cloth and draped it around his waist. It was almost like a skirt, but not quite.

I watched him for a second. There was something familiar about him, about the graceful way he moved. He bent forward again, picking up something else off the ground, and I saw a thick line of blue-green scales running down his back. I’d seen those same scales before—not on his back, but on his face and his wrists. In the club, with the lights bouncing off them and making them shine, while he tipped his head back and gave himself over to the music.

I didn’t step out or call to him. I just dropped the minimal glamour I’d been holding, and the minute I did, he turned to where I was standing against the tree. I took a step forward.

Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure what should happen next. I’d been planning to brush him off, to do whatever it’d take to make my father believe I’d completed his task, and leave. But now this man was staring at me, and I knew that he recognized me too, remembered me from that brief, sharp stare we’d shared the night before. He didn’t make a move toward me, though. Didn’t speak. He just stood there, his back straight, his chest bare, water dripping off the ends of his hair, wetting his cheeks and his jaw and the line of his shoulders. He was so regal, so strong and lovely, as lovely as when I first saw him.

I thought of Saben and my father, the icy, excruciatingly polite high-court fey that they were. Sidhe, same as I was. They used formality and manners as weapons, always had them to fall back on, and I could do the same here. I rested my hand, tucked into a fist, against my chest and bowed.

When I rose from it, the man stepped toward me. He faced me, his shoulders back, his hands loose at his sides. He was slender, maybe small by some standards, but standing there, he was like cut glass, like copper wire. It seemed as if he’d draw blood if I touched him. Scales shimmered unevenly over his skin—along his left cheekbone, down the right side of his neck, tapering to nothing over the first two knuckles of his right hand.

He made a small bow, not as deep as mine, in my direction. I waited.

“Did you come from the sidhe court?” His English was so flawless it had to be his first language.

“You’re not Japanese.” I’d expected him to have a foreign accent, to be from somewhere that wasn’t here, but it didn’t sound like he’d come from farther than the next county over.

He shook his head once and clicked his tongue. “You’re not fey.”

“Not completely.” There was a part of me that wanted to jerk my chin up, to face him squarely, to beat him back with what I was. But I couldn’t make myself do it. He was right. I hesitated, then nodded. “I came from the court of the sidhe. My father sent me to see you. He thought . . .” I studied him, this man, tilted my head and ran my eyes from head to toe. He looked like a warrior. Not a healer. But he stayed still and let me stare, let me judge him, and it made me feel . . . better. Safer. “He thought you could help me.”

“But you don’t,” he said, and there wasn’t a question behind the words. It was just a statement.

I shook my head. “I’ve looked. I’ve been looking a long time.”

He nodded again. “Your court told me something about you. Not much.”

“Then you know,” I said, and right then, with perfect timing again, my breath caught and I coughed.

It wasn’t a little cough that I could contain, like it had been at Saben’s apartment. It was a thing that tightened and twisted and grew inside me, so that the more I coughed, the worse it was, until I thought I might expel something important. Like a lung. It hurt, deep in my chest, but the pain was a distant thing, because I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get any air in, and the panic over that blocked out every other thing in my mind. I clapped a hand over my mouth, trying to stop myself, to get control, but then I had to double over. I reached out with my other hand, blind, searching for the tree I’d been leaning against, for anything I could use to keep myself upright.

A hand cupped my elbow, and an arm wrapped around my waist, steadying me.

“Breathe through your nose.” His voice was so deep, so even, right by my ear. He was holding me up, his hands strong on me, and knowing I wasn’t about to go down let me calm myself enough that I could try to do as he said.

“Breathe,” he repeated. “In. Count.” He started counting, then breathed in with me when I did. I coughed again, but he was patient, waited, and then started counting and breathing with me again. His palm skated over my back, soothing. His touch made me want to shiver, made me want to lean into it, but I couldn’t think about it, do anything about it, while I was coughing.

It took me a few long minutes, but the coughing subsided. It always did. I knew it would. It was just frightening while it happened. I straightened, and he stepped away from me.

I pulled my hand from my mouth and wiped it on my jeans. My fingers left a rust-red streak on the fabric. I covered the spot with my palm.

“What was that?” he asked, waving his hand as if trying to encompass the coughing fit and the spot I was covering.

“My blood.”

His jaw clenched. “I can see that.”

But I hadn’t meant it quite so literally. I meant that the coughing and the illness and the tiny streak of red under my hand were a product of my blood, my DNA. It was a product of who I was. “It’s the fey blood. The glamour, the longevity, the magic, whatever you want to call it. I don’t even really know. My fey half. It eats at my human half.”

He sighed, and I didn’t like how resigned it sounded. “It’s poisoning you.”

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About Eli!

Eli Lang is a writer and drummer. She has played in rock bands, worked on horse farms, and has had jobs in libraries, where she spent most of her time reading every book she could get her hands on. She can fold a nearly perfect paper crane and knows how to tune a snare drum. She still buys stuffed animals because she feels bad if they’re left alone in the store, believes cinnamon buns should always be eaten warm, can tell you more than you ever wanted to know about the tardigrade, and has a book collection that’s reaching frightening proportions. She lives in Arizona with far too many pets.

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To celebrate the release of Half, one lucky winner will receive a $20 Riptide Publishing credit!

(Just leave a comment with your contact info to enter the contest.)

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(Entries close at midnight, Eastern time, on February 18, 2017. Contest is NOT restricted to U.S. entries.)
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February 13, 2017 – Love Bytes Reviews
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February 13, 2017 – Booklover Sue
February 13, 2017 – The Day Before You Came
February 14, 2017 – Prism Book Alliance
February 14, 2017 – Alpha Book Club
February 14, 2017 – On Top Down Under
February 14, 2017 – OMG Reads
February 15, 2017 – KT Book Reviews
February 15, 2017 – Unquietly Me
February 15, 2017 – MM Good Book Reviews
February 15, 2017 – Book Reviews and More by Kathy
February 16, 2017 – The Novel Approach
February 16, 2017 – Wicked Faerie’s Tales and Reviews
February 16, 2017 – We Three Queens
February 16, 2017 – Butterfly-O-Meter
February 16, 2017 – La Crimson Femme
February 17, 2017 – Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words
February 17, 2017 – Fangirl Moments and My Two Cents
February 17, 2017 – Bayou Book Junkie
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13 thoughts on “Half by Eli Lang Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt & Giveaway!”

  1. Thanks for the interesting post. I have not seen much anime myself, but I enjoyed learning how it influenced your writing of Half.



  2. Thank you for the post. I was looking through your list of anime and I saw that you didn’t have Nurarihyon no Mago down or even Kuroshitsuji (otherwise known as Black Butler) and I can’t forget D. Gray-man. When thinking about the blurb for your book I kind of think of those anime along with the ones you have listed. If you haven’t watched them I do recommend it.
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    1. Thanks! These are just five of the ones that influenced the book, so I had to limit it a bit. 😉 I haven’t seen Nura- I’ll definitely check it out. 🙂


  3. Oh, WOW! I’m a fan of Kirito & Asuna too. I’m actually looking forward to their upcoming movie. And it makes me happy to know that you enjoyed it too.

    You’re right when you said the list won’t be complete without Sprited Away. There was so much depth & substance in that story & I never cried hard until I watched that one.



  4. Congratulations on the release, and thank you for the recs on Anime… It is something I really enjoy, but I recognise I do not know too much about it (I mostly read Yaoi)


  5. Congratulations on the release of Half. I know of anime, but never read one. Thank you for teaching us some basic anime.
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  6. Congrats on the release. Thanks for the post & excerpt. I’ll admit I don’t watch a lot of anime but I have seen Spirited Away & it was a great film. It’s one of my favorites from Miyazaki that I’ve watched so far.


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