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They only saw a large unarmed man, dressed in the long yellow coat of a scholar, facing off against the most feared person in all of Hansong. Kira unsheathed her sword and decapitated him before he could rise. She sprinted across the marketplace and jerked around a corner, stopping in surprise.

How could she not feel for them? His nervousness was not unusual. Ten years was long enough for most to forget what really happened and instead to believe the rumors that began soon after. The only thing it did was increase the rumors that surrounded her. Kira never moved, her eyes steady on the shifting face of the demon as he mocked her. Intrigue and mystery, ancient lore and action-packed fantasy come together in this incredible debut!

They were keepers of the dead and practitioners of the dark arts. If she dropped her weapon, the demon would attack. People thought she was the monster behind the mysterious disappearances.

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Intrigue and mystery, ancient lore and action-packed fantasy come together in this incredible debut! Murdered kings and discovered traitors point to a demon invasion, sending Kira on the run with the young prince. With only the guidance of the cryptic prophecy, Kira must battle demon soldiers, an evil shaman, and the Demon Lord himself to find what was once lost, while raising a prince into a king. Publisher 1 People feared Kira. They called her the Demon Slayer to her face and much worse behind her back. Ten years was long enough for most to forget what really happened and instead to believe the rumors that began soon after. Even now, standing in the congested marketplace of Hansong, she could see the averted glances and hear the urgent whispering. She wondered which rumors they were spreading this time. Or the one that claimed she enchanted everyone with her yellow eyes and hunted for human prey at night. At least they had one thing right. She was definitely on the hunt. A ripple in the air appeared far across the square. Kira homed in on it, watching as it welled around the thick-set body of a young man in a long yellow coat walking with a smaller man down a side street. She narrowed her eyes as she took a deep breath, her sensitive nose assaulted by the pungent odor of boiled silkworm larvae, dried cuttlefish, and pickled cabbage mixed with a multitude of unwashed bodies. There, underneath it all, was the familiar waft of demon stink. Upon her advance, a human wave surged away from her in a panicked frenzy. But for the sneaky little thief who had recognized her, she would have slid through the marketplace, unseen as usual. All seventeen years of her life it had been this way. She adjusted the nambawi on her head, pulling it lower over her brows, shading her eyes. The nambawi was black with a short, sloping brim and fur lining that covered her forehead, ears, and the back of her neck—making her feel inconspicuous. Today she clamped it hard to her head—a shield of protection, along with the sheathed sword and bow and arrows strapped to her back. She had a job to do. She sprinted across the marketplace and jerked around a corner, stopping in surprise. She was among the suchae—the untouchables, to whom the servants and slaves of the wealthy brought animals for slaughter and butchering. Theirs was a difficult life. They were despised by all for the very work they did. How could she not feel for them? Kira had more in common with these untouchables than with any of the nobles of her own class. At the end of the dark, filthy street, Kira could see the lingering ripple of magic in the air. She ignored the bows of the suchae and rushed into an alleyway, only to find it empty. Closing her eyes, Kira took a deep breath. Underneath the stench of garbage and sewage, she focused on the undercurrent, her nose targeting the rotten funk of dead things long forgotten. This was what she hunted. Opening her eyes, she followed the scent to a hidden stairwell and down to a dimly lit cellar filled with barrels of roots and vegetables and the overpowering smell of fermenting bean pastes in ceramic pots. It led her to a dark corner where a large opening was hidden in the wall, behind several rows of barrels. Kira crawled through and stepped into a narrow passageway. She was within the fetid underground tunnels of the city. She knew the tunnel, but not this particular entrance. It worried her that her quarry knew of it, too. Hansong was one of the largest walled cities on the entire peninsula. Heavily armed soldiers patrolled the perimeter of the city, while shamans protected its walls and gates with demon-repelling magic spells. Kira held a wary respect for shamans. They were keepers of the dead and practitioners of the dark arts. But sometimes the wards weakened, and demons would enter the city. The dark tunnels were lit sporadically by the sunlight streaming in from the drainage ditches above. But with her unusual yellow eyes, Kira could see just as well in the dark as in the light. Channeling her senses, she caught the odor trail again and sped off. Before long, she heard raised voices. When we reach the palace, the first thing I need is a little snack. Our mission is to kill the king as quickly as possible. The other voice was deep and menacing. Assassins heading for the palace—this was what her father had feared. Kira pulled out the horn bow strapped to her back and nocked the arrow. There was only one way to kill a human possessed by a demon: sever its head. But she had to be absolutely sure first. What a spoilsport, the sly voice said. I have no intention of being the only one who fails my mission. She watched as he grabbed his smaller companion by the neck, shaking him like a rag doll. She saw the shimmering distortion in the air and glimpsed the grotesque, leathery gray scales of a demon rolling under the skin—fangs grimacing against the flesh, as if it were still adjusting to the fit. There you are, Kira whispered. With a steady hand, she pulled the bow taut and aimed carefully. The shot had to be perfect in order to release the demon inside the hollowed-out human shell. Her eyes locked onto her target. In the split second before impact, the demon straightened. Cursing, the demon flung his injured partner away and whirled around. His true face flickered with rage as he caught sight of Kira. He turned and fled down the tunnel. Kira bit back a curse and raced forward. How could she have missed? She reached the sly-voiced demon just as he pulled the arrow out of his eye. Demons could not be killed, only sent back to the underworld. Kira unsheathed her sword and decapitated him before he could rise. Thick black fluid oozed from his neck, releasing the monster caught within the human form. She ran after her prey, not even sparing a moment to clean the foul gunk off her sword. Kira quickly found the remnants of a knobby pine door scattered all over the ground. She raced through the doorway and into another passage, which opened up into the city streets at the edge of the marketplace. Her job was to keep the demon away from the people, not chase it through a crowded market. The demon shoved past shoppers and crashed into a fruit stand, scattering reddish-orange persimmons helter-skelter. Kira cut through the crowds, ignoring the people screaming at the sight of her drawn sword. Her eyes swept through the crowd. Unease pinched at her. What am I going to do now? After the first attack on the prince, her uncle, the king, had decided that the citizens of Hansong should be kept ignorant of the demon threat. A pointless and stupid mandate, as far as Kira was concerned. The only thing it did was increase the rumors that surrounded her. People thought she was the monster behind the mysterious disappearances. The people she killed were already dead. She had to get him away from the crowd. The demon threw a wooden plank at her and began crawling backward. He hurled persimmons at her. She heard gasps in the crowd. Underneath the man-skin, Kira saw the demon grin as several grim-faced men planted themselves before her, their arms crossed. An angry muttering rose. No human can be that fast. And look at how high she jumped, a merchant shouted out. Kira never moved, her eyes steady on the shifting face of the demon as he mocked her. So now they thought she was a kumiho, a nine-tailed fox demon. This was a new one. They only saw a large unarmed man, dressed in the long yellow coat of a scholar, facing off against the most feared person in all of Hansong. Kira had no friends here. An old man parted the crowd by smacking the legs of the spectators with a red cane. Unlike the common folk, he wore a blue vest and a gold medallion over his white clothes, indicating his status as a clan leader. He approached on her right side and bowed. Contemplating all the unfriendly faces, Kira wondered what was the greater sin: having yellow eyes or being the sole female warrior? Master Lee turned to her again. However, I must ask you to put away your weapon. We cannot allow you to harm an unarmed man, he said. He gave her an apologetic bow. Kira kept her eyes trained on the demon as she responded to the old man. She just wants to kill me, the demon protested. She was not a good liar and the truth was that she would behead him the minute they were alone. Kira shifted her sword to attack position. The demon rose to his feet. He faced the crowd. Quick, someone run and fetch my father so he can put an end to this. The crowd pressed forward restlessly. Kira leaned closer to the old clan leader. Master Lee, she whispered. This man is not who you think he is. If you let her take me, who will she come for later? He yanked on the sleeve of a nearby spectator. The demon pointed at a mother holding her child. My apologies again, young mistress, Master Lee said, looking uneasy. Please put away your weapon. We will ask our local magistrate to sort this out. Kira cursed her uncle for allowing the citizens to be oblivious to the dangers they faced. If she attacked, the crowd would turn on her. If she dropped her weapon, the demon would attack. Not that she was afraid. A normal human could not take on a demon in hand-to-hand combat. Fine, she said, addressing the demon with a loud sigh. Make me do this the hard way. She slowly lowered her weapon. I mean, how are you going to escape? Do you really think these people can stop me? Kira raised an eyebrow. She smiled as she tossed her weapons over to Master Lee. At that moment, the demon charged, powerful fists swinging at her. She dodged, rolled, and blocked blow after blow, then somersaulted backward away from his brutal attack. He pursued her with punishing punches and kicks. His body seemed to swell in size. With a rapid-fire twirling jump, the demon planted a vicious mule kick on her chest, sending Kira hurtling into the crowd behind her. Her nambawi flew off her head, leaving her face exposed. Rough hands pulled her up and shoved her toward the demon. Kira leaped forward, unleashing a series of breakneck kicks so fast that her leg whirled with the speed of a spinning top. The demon grabbed her leg and slammed her to the ground. Before she could catch her breath, he seized her by the neck and lifted her off her feet. With a howl of pain, he loosened his grip. Kira dropped onto her hands and whipped her leg up and over, smashing her heel onto the top of his head and bringing him to his knees. She heard Master Lee call her name. He unsheathed her sword and tossed it to her. She snatched it out of the air and swung down in a high arc, decapitating the demon. Black ooze seeped out of the deflating corpse. Kira heaved a painful breath. The king would be furious at the public demon slaying. Master Lee approached her as she cleaned her sword. Thank you for giving me my sword, she said. The old man snorted. The demon gave himself away as soon as he began to fight. How are we going to explain it to his father? A young boy pushed his way forward and shoved her nambawi into her hands before running off. Kira pulled on her hat, noting the confusion in the faces of the crowd. There was a palpable difference in the air—a lessening of anger and hate. Thank you, young mistress, for saving us, he said. Behind him, a sea of heads lowered in unison, shocking her. She scowled at their hypocrisy. All it took was one demon slaying for their beliefs to be shaken. But now, for having opened their eyes, Kira would have to face someone she feared more than any demon. Young mistress Kang, Her Majesty requests your presence at the Fragrant Pavilion immediately, he panted. Kira hid her exasperation. I need to report to the general, she said. Your pardon, young mistress, the guard said, avoiding her eyes. She nodded and followed the young guard. His nervousness was not unusual. She had an uneasy relationship with most of the soldiers of the Hansong army. The only reason they respected her was because of her father, the supreme commander. The two-storied hexagonal building sat on an island in the middle of a lotus pond teeming with brightly colored carp. It got its name from its position at the north end of the palace compound in the shadow of the mountain, where the northeasterly breezes would sweep the fragrances of the seasonal foliage through the building. Leaving the soldier behind, Kira crossed the elegant wooden bridge that curved over the water to the pavilion. Kira was good at ignoring them, but still their contempt burned her. At her approach, one by one they flicked open their fans before their faces—a wall as fragile as butterfly wings and yet completely insurmountable. How she hated them. Upstairs, she walked into a large, spacious room containing only one oversized lacquered cabinet and a few low-sitting tables. The floor was padded with a thick rush mat and covered with satin floor cushions of vivid purples, pinks, and yellows. Her ebony hair, which reached nearly to her heels, was tied up in an elaborate hairstyle. The queen eyed Kira and frowned. Kira, when are you going to wear that beautiful pink hanbok I gave you? Kira knelt on the floor and bowed deeply, hiding her irritation. Clothes were the last thing in the world she should have to worry about. Kira felt a rush of affection for her gentle mother. Politics and ambition kept the queen from trusting anyone. And Kira knew from experience just how shallow and mean-spirited the court ladies could be. Queen Ja-young depended on her older sister for counsel and companionship.