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496 pages, ebook
First published November 19, 2019
Dear Readers:
I'm glad to announce that Blood Heir will publish on November 19, 2019.
In writing this novel, I researched extensively on the subject of modern-day human trafficking and indentured labor throughout the world and specifically from my heritage. It is a practice that thrives on societal complicity and complacency, and it is my hope that Blood Heir will confront the silence surrounding this epidemic that continues to affect 45 million victims globally.
Through important dialogue that occurred recently, it became clear to me that my book was being read in a different cultural context than my own, so I decided to take the time to make sure the hallmarks of human trafficking were being incisively drawn.
I hope to share a new perspective from my background as a Chinese immigrant living in America. I am excited for readers to meet my heroine, who believes in justice and is ready to fight for it with her wits, grit, and magic; and for them to have a chance to engage in further dialogue about these important social issues.
Thank you for your support.
Sincerely,
Amélie
To the online mob, I say, and encourage Amélie Wen Zhao to say, as did the Duke of Wellington in response to a threat to expose his extramarital affair, “Publish and be damned.”
To the book community,
I want to start by saying that I have the utmost respect for your voices, and I am listening l am grateful to those who have raised questions around representation, coding, and themes in my book.
I emigrated from China when I was 18. Drawing on my own multicultural upbringing and the complex history of my heritage that has incidences of bias and oppression, I wrote Blood Heir from my immediate cultural perspective. The issues around Affinite indenturement in the story represent a specific critique of the epidemic of indentured labor and human trafficking prevalent in many industries across Asia, including in my owrn home country. The narrative and history of slavery in the United States is not something I cultural context. I am so sorry for the pain this has caused.
It was never my intention to bring harm to any reader of this valued community particularly those for whom I seek to write and empower. As such, I have decided to ask my publisher not to publish Blood Heir at this time, and they have agreed. I don't wish to clarify, defend, or have anyone defend me. This is not that; this is an apology.
With the feedback of the community, I feel this is the right decision.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
Amélie
I am an immigrant. I am a woman of color. And I am an “Other.” In my time in the United States, I have never experienced the sense of crushing fear about my identity that I have recently. “Get out of my country, communist!” is only one of the slurs I’ve had screamed at me from across the street. What I’ve experienced personally and seen across social media outlets and national television broadcasts has all amounted to a hyperawareness of my foreignness, my Otherness, and the possibility that because I am different, I am not worthy of belonging.
Blood Heir explores the demonization of the Other and this experience of not belonging. Ana’s journey examines how one can internalize hatred and fear, how that can warp one’s core and turn it into something cruel and twisted. But ultimately, her story is one of self-acceptance, and of the realization that we cannot change who we are nor what we are born with, but we can choose what we do with what we are given. And like me, Ana chooses to fight for a better tomorrow.
So I gave magic to my girls who were told they were monsters. I gave my children of color the ability to fight oppression. Because in a world where there is so little I can control, I want to put hope and power in their hands for once—and in a world where those deemed “different” are often cast out and made to be monsters, I want them to win.
"My name is Anastacya Mikhailov. Except it wasn’t. Anastacya Mikhailov was the name of the Crown Princess of Cyrilia, drowned eleven moons past in her attempt to escape execution for murder and treason against the Cyrilian Crown. Anastacya Mikhailov was a ghost and a monster who did not, and should not, exist."
“This isn’t a revolution. This is a massacre."
Anything you want, you have to take it for yourself. And you, Kolt Pryntsessa, were chosen by the Deities to fight the battles that they cannot in this world.
“This isn’t one of the fairy-tale stories you read in your childhood, where the hero always wins in the end. You’ll have many battles to fight, and you won’t win them all. And at the end of every single day, you’ll always face the same choice: keep fighting, or give up.”
Perhaps all monsters were heroes in their own eyes.
“You’re the most famous con man in Cyrilia,” Ana replied drily. “Slim chances are your friends. You’ll make it work.”
You focused on the battle and lost sight of the war.
“There is good and bad in everything, Ana. And it is the good of this world that makes it worth saving.”
Curing an affinity was like trying to change the color of someone’s skin or the way someone loved.
Impossible.
The broken pleas of the grain Affinite tore at her. There were so many things wrong with this picture, jarring with the way she’d always seen her world.
The Imperial Patrols, dragging a helpless girl away to the prison wagon.
The onlookers, complicit in their silence of the supposedly criminal act taking place before them.
What kind of an empire had her father ruled?
...
Like the Windwraith, she felt no victory at the Steelshooter’s defeat. It didn’t matter that a condemned girl had fought her way out and won tonight. No matter what, a body lay cooling on the floor. No matter what, a life had been lost. And until all of the auction houses and brokers had been burned to the ground, so Cyrilia would keep on losing.
...
For all these years, he’d taken the cowards way out, refusing to sink to a level as low is the brokers under Kerlan’s command. Yet standing by and doing nothing was another form of evil, he realized as he dropped his gaze to the ground. And fate had rewarded him in kind anyway.
Ransom was silent.
...
Children in cages. Fury like she’d never felt smoldered in Ana‘s chest, and the blood all around glowed like embers as her Affinity burned with a vengeance. This was the reality of her empire. For so long, she had made excuses for the Whitecloaks, for Affinite indenturement, for the gaps in her empire’s laws that allowed for all of this to continue to exist.
But there was nothing, absolutely nothing, forgivable about human beings who chose to put children in cages.
Nine Affinites. Nine lives, in exchange for May’s. Was it worth it? How did one balance the significance of a life against another? Was there even a way to measure?
...
Ana pitched her voice low and cast her words to cut. “Do not speak of May as though she were sacrificed to be made, in these battles and wars you seem to perceive as a game.”
“Run, and live."
Live. That felt like an impossible task.
...
“She never meant to.” Her voice was soft as a sigh, and as she gazed into the flames, her face was a well of sadness. “She never meant to hurt anybody.”
The confession was unexpected, and struck a chord deep within him, one he kept buried beneath the great legend of Ransom Quicktongue he’d built for himself over the years. He knew, bone-deep, the feeling of hurting someone and being helpless to do anything about it.
And the ones you hurt tended to be the ones closest to you.
In the face of fear, one could choose to run, or to rise.
“Your heart is your compass, and even the strongest wind can’t change its direction.”
Dear Reader,Don’t believe me? She shared it on Goodreads a whole year before the hate hit its climax. And what was that hate but another representation of Zhao’s Otherness and the world trying to take her voice away? What does it mean for a foreign woman of color to feel like a monster because of the irrational opinions of others, only to have the very work that helped her overcome that self-doubt be criticized for the same purported problems? And what, then, does it mean for her to come back stronger and fight for her book’s publication?
Four years ago, I began writing a story about a corrupt empire steeped in winter, filled with morally gray con men, deadly assassins, twisted villains, and above all, a girl named Anastacya, who has the power to manipulate blood and who believes she is a monster.
It took me two years to realize that the monster in the story is me.
I am an immigrant. I am a woman of color. And I am an “Other.” In my time in the United States, I have never experienced the sense of crushing fear about my identity that I have recently. “Get out of my country, communist!” is only one of the slurs I’ve had screamed at me from across the street. What I’ve experienced personally and seen across social media outlets and national television broadcasts has all amounted to a hyperawareness of my foreignness, my Otherness, and the possibility that because I am different, I am not worthy of belonging.
Blood Heir explores the demonization of the Other and this experience of not belonging. Ana’s journey examines how one can internalize hatred and fear, how that can warp one’s core and turn it into something cruel and twisted. But ultimately, her story is one of self-acceptance, and of the realization that we cannot change who we are nor what we are born with, but we can choose what we do with what we are given. And like me, Ana chooses to fight for a better tomorrow.
So I gave magic to my girls who were told they were monsters. I gave my children of color the ability to fight oppression. Because in a world where there is so little I can control, I want to put hope and power in their hands for once—and in a world where those deemed “different” are often cast out and made to be monsters, I want them to win.
Thank you for reading.
Amélie Wen Zhao
Dear Reader,A stark difference. Gone are the personal ties. This is an explanation, not an apology. And I couldn’t be more proud. She isn’t backing down, she isn’t cowed into submission by the haters. She’s standing taller, if not more distant, and pushing for her own story.
Growing up, I learned to make sense of the world around me through stories. And yet, I struggled to find ones that fully represented me, with all my identities and histories and the various cultures I grew up with. So I decided to write my own.
Blood Heir is an amalgamation of characters from different kingdoms and cultures representative of the international community in which I was raised. I set this story in a cinematic world brimming with my love for fantasy, yet also rife with corruption and plagued with human rights violations in a broken system of law. The theme of oppression in Blood Heir draws upon the practice of indentured servitude that directly affected my own family history, as well as the global epidemic of human trafficking that continues to exist today in many forms. In a vast and powerful system set up against the powerless, I wanted to give each and every one of my characters the chance to fight back.
I’m so thrilled to be sharing a piece of my heart and mind with you. I hope my book can introduce a new perspective to readers to recognize the hidden tragedies of our humanity, and to confront this beautiful, broken world of ours with hope and bravery.
Sincerely,
Amélie Wen Zhao
“We are all heroes in our own eyes, and monsters in the eyes of those who are different.”
// buddy read with my blogging sis <3