{"id":260209,"date":"2026-07-13T17:30:53","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:30:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fawns-blood-hal-schrieve\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:30:53","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:30:53","slug":"fawns-blood-hal-schrieve","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/fawns-blood-hal-schrieve\/","title":{"rendered":"Fawns Blood – Hal Schrieve"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I realized\u2014I had had a purse. Oh, god. Fawn\u2019s face was screwed up with exertion. She\u2019d run after me. I felt like dropping through the cement. I couldn\u2019t read if there was any emotion at all on it. But if they\u2019d read a message from my mom . . . I had nobody to back me up if they\u2019d discovered me and were closing in from all sides.<\/p>\n

I had nobody to call to on a walkie talkie. I had walked into this and exposed myself the way I\u2019d been taught never to do, all because I was overtaken with need to drain a girl of blood. I was spinning. \u201cYou had a text from your mom, also,\u201d she said, meaningfully, and pulled my phone out of my bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt buzzed as soon as you left.\u201d She was less than three feet away, holding my own screen toward me. Oh god. I backed away from her. What had she seen? I looked at the screen, squinting in the dark against its brightness. In message previews, my mom\u2019s text read: Hey, aaawesome news. Daylight\u2019s sending us some big cases of samples. They have the formula now, for sun resistance, for nutrition. It\u2019s what\u2019s going to market. She looked at me with a furrowed brow.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s good?\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s good. Yeah, it\u2019s good.\u201d Phew. \u201cIt\u2019s, uh, there\u2019s a study for synthetic blood.\u201d I was so not suspicious. \u201cOh, cool,\u201d she said. She laughed. \u201cSo you don\u2019t need to come see me again.\u201d \u201cI, um, I.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sorry for in there when I asked if you wanted to sit down with me. I didn\u2019t mean anything. I just thought you looked jumpy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI uh,\u201d I said. I should tell her to get out of this business, that everyone she met wanted to eat her. She was nice, and cute. \u201cI think I\u2019m not cut out for this life, is all,\u201d I said. \u201cFor vamping?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cVampire stories are always gay but rarely are they so trans. Schrieve\u2019s tale of teen rebellion, friendship, and bloodsucking is ripe with hope for a better world\u2014a world in which networks of mutual aid relationships support outsider communities, and people give and receive trust, pleasure, and magic outside of heterosexuality and government control. Buffy fans, this book will knock your socks off!\u201d \u2014MAIA KOBABE, ALA Alex Award-winning author and illustrator of Gender Queer: A Memoir \u201cSome writers give us a couple of characters, but Hal Schrieve gives us a whole community.<\/p>\n

Hir characters breathe; they seethe; they\u2019re driven by rage and longing; and they\u2019re indelible. Fawn\u2019s Blood is unafraid of complexity and mess, and unafraid of love too. This is the queer vampire novel we deserve.\u201d \u2014ISAAC FELLMAN, Lambda Literary Award-winning author of Dead Collections and The Breath of the Sun PRAISE FOR OUT OF SALEM \u201cTension burns hot until the explosive conclusion, which begs for a sequel.<\/p>\n

On fire with magic and revolution.\u201d \u2014Kirkus Reviews \u201cSchrieve . . . provides incisive social commentary via monster-tale tropes. Any reader who has felt it necessary to hide their true identity will find strong characters to connect with in this fun, powerful story.\u201d \u2014Publishers Weekly PRAISE FOR HOW TO GET OVER THE END OF THE WORLD \u201cNo one writes the contemporary teen voice better than Hal Schrieve.\u201d \u2014COLLEEN AF VENABLE, author of the National Book Award Longlisted Kiss Number 8 OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Hal Schrieve Cover drawing by Casey Nowak All rights reserved.<\/p>\n

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, by any means, including mechanical, electronic, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the publisher. Seven Stories Press 140 Watts Street New York, NY 10013 www.sevenstories.com Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file.<\/p>\n

ISBN: 978-1-64421-470-1 (hardcover) ISBN: 978-1-64421-471-8 (ebook) College professors and high school and middle school teachers may order free examination copies of Seven Stories Press titles. Visit https:\/\/www.sevenstories.com\/pg\/resources-academics or email academic@sevenstories.com. Printed in the United States of America 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 OceanofPDF.com AUGUST OceanofPDF.com 1. RACHEL When Cain bit me and put his own bloody fingers in my mouth, I did remember Mom being like, if a vampire ever tries to feed you his blood, don\u2019t drink.<\/p>\n

But in the moment, I was looking into his deep, bloodred eyes, and his batlike nose was brushing my cheek, and I just thought, you know, I don\u2019t want to die.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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