Today, door-knocking is viewed with suspicion, and tragically, occasionally met with violence. Now, I treasure the openness, curiosity, and sincerity of both those visitors and my dad. The visit lasted close to an hour, and soon became a regular occurrence anytime Jehovah’s Witnesses knocked. As a child, I would roll my eyes at the intrusions. They shared their faith then my dad shared his, Islam. My dad opened the door wide, smiled, and welcomed them into the living room, offering them cups of tea.

I peeked out the window to find a pair of suit-clad Jehovah’s Witnesses, and promptly retreated – from what I’d heard, most people avoided them. forcing Miyoung to choose between her immortal life and Jihoon's.Ding-dong! It was the mid-’90s, in my childhood home in rural central New York, where we didn’t frequently get visitors. But when a young shaman tries to reunite Miyoung with her bead, the consequences are disastrous and reignite a generations-old feud. With murderous forces lurking in the background, Miyoung and Jihoon develop a tenuous friendship that blossoms into something more. His grandmother used to tell him stories of the gumiho, of their power and the danger they pose to men. Jihoon knows Miyoung is more than just a beautiful girl-he saw her nine tails the night she saved his life. Against her better judgment, she violates the rules of survival to rescue the boy, losing her fox bead-her gumiho soul-in the process.

But after feeding one full moon, Miyoung crosses paths with Jihoon, a human boy, being attacked by a goblin deep in the forest. Because so few believe in the old tales anymore, and with so many evil men no one will miss, the modern city of Seoul is the perfect place to hide and hunt. Eighteen-year-old Gu Miyoung has a secret-she's a gumiho, a nine-tailed fox who must devour the energy of men in order to survive. An addictive fantasy-romance set in modern-day Seoul.

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