Blue Bloods

The oldest families in America are not merely rich. They are angels — the ones who followed Lucifer into the fall, then repented, and have been reincarnating down the bloodlines ever since, carrying their sins and their memories through century after glittering century. They call themselves Blue Bloods, and they run Manhattan the way they have run every great city before it: from the top, in couture, drinking discreetly. Behind the Duchesne prep-school gates and the charity galas, a fifteen-year-old named Schuyler Van Alen learns her veins are turning blue, that history is a war, and that something older and hungrier — the Silver Bloods — has begun feeding on the young again. Melissa de la Cruz builds this world alone, and it holds together as one continuity. The spine is the seven-book Blue Bloods cycle, opening with Blue Bloods and closing with Gates of Paradise, filled out by the Keys to the Repository files and the Bloody Valentine novellas. From it branch Wolf Pact, following Bliss Llewellyn and the hounds of hell loosed on the world; the Beauchamp Family novels of the Witches of East End; and a later coven that carries the myth into the next generation. Expect angelology dressed in designer labels — reincarnation, blood bonds, and Luciferian betrayal filed as Upper East Side gossip, romance sharpened by immortal grudges. Begin at the beginning: Blue Bloods first, then straight down the published order. The witches and the wolves are richest once you know whose sins they answer for.