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Summary:

When a stranger gives Analiese Jordan a list of names before he dies, the last thing she expects to see is her own on it. Not. Cool. Her search for answers leads to the man’s grandson, Marek, who has dangerous secrets of his own. Both are determined to unlock the mystery of the list.

But the truth is deadly. Analiese is a descendant of the God of Death, known as a Riser, with the power to raise the dead and control them. Finding out she has hidden powers? Cool. Finding out she turns corpses into killers? No, thank you.

Now the trail plants her and Marek in the middle of a war between gods who apparently want to raise an army of the Risen, and Analiese must figure out how to save the world—from herself.

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“An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance.
The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.”~ Chinese Proverb

Excerpt from Analiese Rising …

“Look, there’s a bus,” he says with saccharine optimism.

We take off, my Vans hitting the cobblestone street hard,
hurting the soles of my feet. Marek bounds up the steps.

“Scusate,” he apologizes to the round Italian man behind
the wheel. He doesn’t move, making sure I get in before the
door shuts.

“Grazie,” I say, my eyes locking with the driver’s. It’s like
someone hit him with a stun gun.

He smiles. “American?”

I don’t answer him.

“Is okay,” the man says. “Bus comes every twenty-two
minutes.”

After paying the fare, we find two vacant seats, but they’re
not together. I sit across the aisle from a Chinese man in a
wheelchair with shocking white hair and beard. He’s braiding
thin red strings into a bracelet, a canvas knapsack on his lap.
Marek gets the only other seat on the bus, toward the back.
I smile at the man, then look out the window.

“Having a good time in Rome?” the man asks. His voice
is smooth, a sound that if you listen to it too long, it could
lull you to sleep.

I pull my stare away from the window and put it on him.
“Yes, it’s such a beautiful city.”

“It’s a city for young lovers.” He smiles, his gaze forward,
and I realize he’s looking at Marek.

“Oh, we’re not…” I’m staring at Marek. He runs his
hand through his wavy hair. His face is weighed down with
the strain of the morning. Not focusing on one thing, he’s
searching for any threats. Making sure no person or thing is
following us. There are shadows under his eyes. He must be
as tired as I am.

I want to rub his shoulders, give him some relief. He keeps
looking better and better to me. We’ve come so far. If we make
it out of this alive, I don’t think I could let him go. With every
kind thing he does, he takes a little bit of my heart.

“It is a great city for young lovers,” I say instead of finishing
the other sentence I’d started. “What are you making?”

“Reminders,” he says, tying a knot at the end of one of the
braided strings. “An invisible red thread connects those who
are destined to meet. Do you believe in fate?”

“I’m not sure.”

His smile reaches to his eyes, deepening the wrinkles
around them. “Those destined to meet will, regardless of time,
place, or circumstances. Just as you and he. It was meant to
be. Do you see the red thread between you?”

I try to keep all emotion off my face, not wanting it to
show that I think the old man is a little bit out of touch with
reality. But who am I to say. I lost my grasp on reality a few
days ago. My gaze travels down the aisle of the bus to Marek.
“I don’t see anything.”

“Have faith,” he says. “Look again.”

Having faith isn’t my strongest trait. There was a time
when I was happy. A time when Dad was around and our
family was whole. All my scars are hidden, but they’re still
there marring my heart. Losing parents will do that to a
person. Faith is something for happy people. Not for someone
jaded like me.

The bus slows, preparing to stop.

“Even the most broken of people have faith,” the man says
as if he heard my thoughts. “If a man without the use of his
legs can have it, so can you. Look again, Analiese.”

I’m starting to get used to people knowing my name.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Yuè Lǎo.”

The Chinese god of marriage and love.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I say.

A smile so warm it heats my face spreads across his lips.
“The proof is right there.”

I look at where he’s pointing. There’s a red line, so faint
that if you didn’t know to search for it, you wouldn’t see it.
The thread is wrapped around my wrist and stretches
out to Marek’s.

I shift in my seat to face the man, and he’s gone. His
wheelchair is almost down the ramp exiting the bus. A man
in his twenties rushes over to aid him.

“I am not in need of assistance.” Yuè Lǎo smiles. “Just
because I’m in this chair doesn’t mean I’m helpless.” He
comes off the ramp without help.

I lower my head and smile. A peace settles inside me that
I know is the god’s doing. My hand brushes against something
on my lap. It’s a red thread bracelet.

“I have faith in you, Analiese,” his voice whispers in the
air to me.

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