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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About NotAnotherExitLocation: Wasilla, Alaska Home Region: Age:23 Website: http://www.brittanymaresh.com Favorite writers: Amelia Atwater Rhodes, Simon Green, Stephen King, Rachel Cain, Joe Hill, Neil Gaimon, Graham Masterton, Yasutaka Tsutsui |
Joined: November 4, 2005 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 30 NaNoWriMo buddies: 34
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Synopsis: The Dreaming God
Take Your Daughter to Work Day just got a whole lot more interesting for first-gen American, Giovanna De Luca. The local lab isn’t working on some great new shampoo, and her father isn’t just another immigrant broom-pusher. Her father is leading a team of scientists studying a boy who never wakes up and never ages.
On a whim, Giovanna gives a lip-gloss-covered kiss to the sleeping boy, unaware that she’s one slim layer of shimmer away from waking up her very own prince charming. Half-awoken by the slimy kiss, the prince starts to dream, and to invade Giovanna’s dreams while he’s at it. In the dream world, the prince is a God, and he demands just one thing: to be woken up. He’s willing to turn Giovanna’s every dream into a nightmare to get it.
Excerpt: The Dreaming God
Giovanna stood over the boy, watching as he breathed, entranced by the regularity.
"Who is he?"
"Nobody knows," her father replied.
"Is he in a coma?"
"He's sleeping. One point five hours a cycle, sixteen cycles a day, seven days a week. He dreams."
Giovanna glanced over at her father’s assistant, a scowling blond, and then back at the boy. "How long?"
"A long time." He looked up to see what Giovanna had already spotted: that awkward female assistant waving for him, holding a chart, frowning. "Wait here."
And just like that, Giovanna was by herself with the sleeping boy.
"You look like an Alex," she said. "Maybe an Alec."
He didn't respond, but his eyebrows twitched. Maybe he could hear her. Maybe he hear her father, and all the peoples studying him, every day, for as long as he’d been there.
She was struck with the horror of it: to be stuck, forever, aware but unable to move.
That could happen to people, couldn't it?
“I'm sorry you're stuck here," she said, watching as he continued to breathe quietly, so perfectly still that she almost doubted she’d seen him move at all.
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