Eight Million Gods
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First entry in a new urban fantasy saga by the creator of the popular Tinker contemporary fantasy/SF series. A young American expat writer in Japan suffering from OCD tries to figure out if she’s crazy or not while solving a murder that may be part of a war among Japanese deities.
A contemporary fantasy of mystery and death as American expats battle Japanese gods and monsters to retrieve an ancient artifact that can destroy the world.
On Saturday afternoon, Nikki Delany thought, "George Wilson, in the kitchen, with a blender." By dinner, she had killed George and posted his gory murder to her blog. The next day, she put on her mourning clothes and went out to meet her best friend for lunch to discuss finding a replacement for her love interest.
Nikki is a horror novelist. Her choice of career is dictated by an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder that forces her to write stories of death and destruction. She can't control it, doesn't understand it, but can use it to make money anywhere in the world. Currently "anywhere" is in Japan, hiding from her mother who sees Nikki's OCD as proof she's mentally unstable. Nikki's fragile peace starts to fall apart when the police arrest her for the murder of an American expatriate. Someone killed him with a blender.
Reality starts to unravel around Nikki. She's attacked by a raccoon in a business suit. After a series of blackouts, she’s accompanied by a boy that no one else can see, a boy who claims to be a god. Is she really being pursued by Japanese myths—or is she simply going insane?
What Nikki does know for sure is that the bodies are piling up, her mother has arrived in Japan to lock her up for the rest of her life—and her novels always end with everyone dead.
About Eight Million Gods:
"Spencer is a good storyteller, with a knack for pulling interesting plot surprises out of left field. . . . A well-paced story with interesting characters and setting. . . ." –Asimov’s
“Eight Million Gods” is a wonderfully weird romp through Japanese mythology, culture shock, fan culture and the ability to write your own happy ending. It is diverting and entertaining fantasy." Galveston County Daily News
About Wen Spenser:
“Wit and intelligence inform this off-beat, tongue-in-cheek fantasy…. Furious action…good characterization, playful eroticism and well-developed folklore…lift this well above the fantasy average …. Buffy fans should find a lot to like in the book's resourceful heroine.”—Publishers Weekly on series debut Tinker
“Spencer's intertwining of current Earth technology and otherworldly elven magic is quite ingenious.” –Booklist on the Elfhome series
Comprehensive Teacher's Guide available.
It was dawn on a weekday, and the Yasaka Shrine had been completely empty when they entered. The trees had screened off the streets and muffled the noise of the traffic. He found the silence unnerving, like the god had gathered them close and now held them lightly in the palm of his hand. He tried not to be scared when the priest told him to go into the haiden and wait alone. Haru pressed his hands together as if he were holding his cell phone and was texting his twin. He did it in class
think. The need for water was making his head pound in time with her footsteps. It was nearly nine again, but he still didn’t know if that was morning or night. The far door boomed open, and a woman marched up to the cage. She was dressed in an expensive business suit and highlighted with diamonds. She had three-inch heels that looked like they could be classified as lethal weapons. Leo stared at her in confusion. Who was this? Certainly he’d never heard of anyone in Shiva like her. Williams
but it feels—it feels wrong.” She was shivering from the creepiness of the place. A shaft of sunlight shone on one large boulder sitting apart from the rest of the landslide. There was a strand of rope around it and paper streamers hung from the rough cord to signify that it was a shintai. “There’s a god here? In the rock?” Atsumori stared hard at the boulder, his head slightly tilted to one side. “No, but there was a god here for some time. Her presence is like a perfume after the geisha has
katana. The tanuki gave an inhuman yelp of pain, abruptly silenced as the blade sliced him open. Hot blood sprayed across Nikki. “More are coming!” Miriam cried. “Run!” Miriam headed for the entrance. “Let me block,” Nikki cried. Miriam answered by veering out of the narrow walkway, stepping up onto the booth’s seat and then leaping up onto the high back. They raced forward, side by side, Miriam bounding the valley of the booths in running jumps. In their wake, the normal noise of the club
legends it’s been copied, stolen, recovered, lost at sea, recovered again, yada yada yada. It’s stored at the Atsuta Shrine in Nagoya. Since the sixth century, it’s been part of the imperial enthronement ceremony. It was used as recently as 1989, when Emperor Akihito ascended the throne.” “So it’s real?” “Odds are good for it being real.” Nikki felt as if someone were rewriting reality around her. The world had become a place with magical weapons. “Really?” “No one actually saw it in 1989,”