Today we're excited to spotlight Tokyo's Last Vampire by Tiffany Wayne! Read on for more about Tiffany and her book, plus an excerpt & giveaway!
Meet Tiffany Wayne!
Tiffany Wayne is a Kansas girl by birth but has lived all over the world, including ten years in New Zealand. With a bachelor’s degree in biology and a Ph.D. in anthropology, she’s studied poison dart frogs in the rainforests of Costa Rica, howler monkeys in Panama, and the very exotic and always elusive American farmer. It was as she was writing her “just the facts” dissertation that Tiffany felt the call to pursue something more imaginative and discovered a passion for creative writing.
Once upon a time, a witch tried to break the vampire curse for her beloved, a Berkhano vampire. The spell warped the magical fabric of existence and resulted in the Rift. Landmasses split. Some sank into the sea while others rose. The world went from having hundreds of nations to having sixteen divisions walled off from each other by impenetrable dome-like barriers.
Valaria Valentin lives in the remnants of what was once a concrete and glass garden called Tokyo, but is now only known as Division 12. A purge of vampires followed the Rift and Valaria is the last of her kind in all of Japan. Venturing out only at night to hunt for priceless baubles in the radiation zone, Valaria lives a half-life, cut off from the world around her and despising her vampire curse. When Valaria’s one and only friend is kidnapped by the local witches, known as Kami, she is forced out of the darkness of night and into the brightness of day.
Seeking information from the local Yakuza, adversaries of the Kami, Valaria finds herself paired with the leader’s son, an infuriating rogue named Kenshin. As more locals are kidnapped, the pair races to uncover the Kami’s nefarious plans and rescue the missing before it’s too late.
With Kenshin at her side acting as both wise teacher and vexing tormentor, Valaria finds her world more intoxicating and more dangerous than ever before. Forced by Kenshin to confront her human past and her vampire future, Valaria may find herself remade before adventure’s end.
If Kenshin doesn’t kill her first. And if she doesn’t kill him.
Tokyo’s Last Vampire is a standalone contribution to The Berkano Vampire collection. Stories can be read in any order. To learn more, visit FallenSorcery.com
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My name is Valaria Valentin, and I am one of the few beings left on God’s Island who remembers the day it ended, the day everything came crashing down. Or perhaps I should say, the day it all began. I guess it depends on how you look at things. Personally, I’ve never been a glass is half-full kind of girl and these are hard times. I am the last vampire in Division 12, and things around town have been getting rather...interesting as of late. But I’ll get to that later. Let me first tell you about how all this got started.
The people of Japan called it the Rift or the breaking of the world—the event that happened fifty years ago. Every big, world-ending cataclysm needs a fancy sounding, not particularly scary name after all. Landmasses split. Some sank into the sea while others rose. The world went from having hundreds of nations to having sixteen divisions walled off from each other by impenetrable dome-like barriers. What was left of Japan became known as Division 12. Twelve was my favorite number as a kid, but it isn’t anymore.
I was eight years old and toured downtown Tokyo with my parents when the Rift hit. My mother had a guest lecturer position in economics at the University of Tokyo, and that weekend was our first touring of the city since our arrival. The weather was beautiful—crisp, cool and perfect for walking. The sakura trees were in full bloom turning Tokyo and its surroundings into a pink, cotton-candy wonderland.
We’d planned to visit all the best hot spots—the Skytree tower with its expansive views of the city, the Imperial Palace, the indoor arcade at Joypolis (to please my gaming-obsessed brother), and the science exhibits at Miraikan. Tokyo Disneyland was on the agenda for the following day. My brother and I couldn’t wait for Disney. We’d heard Mickey and Minnie wore kimonos. For some reason, the idea delighted us. We wanted photographic evidence to send back to our friends in the States.
Our last day as a family was damned near perfect except for all the locals wanting to take pictures with us. You’d think they hadn’t seen people with red hair before. It was as if we were minor celebrities, which threw me for a loop. Back home I’d grown accustomed to a certain amount of invisibility at school and home.
The Rift began with a massive earthquake. I’d never been in an earthquake and imagined the earth only shook, the way our old house in Georgia sometimes did when my brother thundered down the hallway. But no, the earth did far more than shake. It jumped. It threw every member of my family in the air. I’m sure we looked like basketballs, only we didn’t bounce when we landed.
We were fortunate to be in Hamarikyu Gardens when the quake hit. At least there, the ground was soft, and there weren’t any skyscrapers to collapse and crush us. The storm came next with crashing thunder and pelting rain. The earth continued to shake, whether from aftershocks or thunder we couldn’t tell. Everything was bedlam as my father pulled us all into a tight, protective huddle. The quake brought down the power grids so when the sky turned black, so did the city. Day turned to night in only minutes, except for an occasional bolt of lightning streaking the sky. Boom. Crash. Sizzle. People cried. People screamed. My brother and I whimpered.
At some point, our parents grabbed us up and started to run, using the light from their cell phones to navigate. Around us was chaos. Complete and utter, loud, smoky, wet, scare- you-to-your-core chaos. “Get to higher ground,” yelled my dad.
He was right to be concerned. The roaring wall of water was soon to come. I don’t know where they thought we could go, but my parents ran and ran and then ran some more. I remember the raggedness of their breathing. It was so dark I couldn’t see their faces, with only the light of their phones pointing away to help guide our progress. I couldn’t see how scared they were. But I could hear it. Those sounds are the last memories I have of my family before the wave swept us away from each other and swirled me into the arms of something new. Something far less...normal.
Tokyo's Last Vampire
By: Tiffany Wayne
Release Date: March 5, 2018
One winner will receive a paperback copy and 5 winners will receive an ebook copy of Tokyo's Last Vampire (US only).