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Genre: Fantasy
About KamitsukiLocation: Australia Home Region: Age:23 Website: http://kamitsuki.wordpress.com/ Favorite novels: "Dogsbody" by Diana Wynne Jones, "A Plague of Angels" by Sheri S. Tepper, "All The Weyrs Of Pern" and "Dragonsdawn" by Anne McCaffrey Favorite writers: Sheri S. Tepper, Isaac Asimov, Anne McCaffrey, Diana Wynne Jones, Philip Pullman, Charles Dickens, Jane Austen Favorite music: Sakamoto Maaya, Angela Aki, Damien Leith Non-noveling interests: Drawing, listening to music |
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Synopsis: On The Quest For Noms
Princess Nommalie has known from babyhood of the curse that will kill her on her sixteenth birthday. Unlike those who remember its casting, she is determined that she can will it away by not believing in it, and fights each day to keep its dread promise from shattering the façade of her confidence.
Then her life is turned upside down by a faerie who claims the power to soften her curse - but not to her adopted sister Faely's satisfaction. When Faely interferes, the curse takes the unexpected twist of separating Nommalie's mortal spirit from her mortal body, condemning her to roam the palace as a ghost while her body is frozen in sleep.
Suddenly powerless, Nommalie struggles to resolve her feelings for a family she can no longer touch, to come to terms with what she can no longer fight, and to find ways to influence the world around her even from her disconnected state. She also tries to find an escape from her predicament - that doesn't involve the unsolicited attentions of some sleazy prince.
Excerpt: On The Quest For Noms
Four occupants of the room gathered on their knees around Nommalie, their backs to her.
“I’m here,” she said. But though the night was turned quiet around them, nobody responded.
“She’s alive. Oh, Ally…”
“Then her wound…”
Pappa produced a blade, rending cloth.
“Stop that!” shouted Nommalie. The words lingered around her as a dizzying burst of energy, but there was no burst of sound, no breath.
“How could you have brought that into this room!” said Mamma.
“You dare attack me in this company?” retorted Pappa. To hear them speak to one another so was like really feeling her flesh torn again. “There is no wound. But she does not wake…”
“The curse was foiled, somehow,” said Chaosrane. “She lives in magical sleep. Princess, what wickedness did you work on my anticurse?”
“I did not wish to go into this sleep,” Faely whispered. Nommalie raged and wept but could not drown her out with her efforts. “I would have stayed here. I could have been the one who guarded all of you. But you wouldn’t let me. I just wanted to stay behind…”
“Oh, Faely,” said Mamma. “My daughter.”
“She is not our daughter,” Pappa raged. “She will never be again and she will not be queen. She has no right.”
“She has the rights we have given her.” Mamma touched Nommalie’s forehead – she touched the body’s forehead. It wasn’t her, she wasn’t in there. Mamma spoke as though she were dead too; perhaps a part of her distant from her words sensed the truth. “She will keep those rights and any others she acquires in due process, just as we have shown forbearance with Ally in her mistakes.”
“But Ally is—”
“Excuse me,” said Chaosrane. “There is every chance that Princess Ally will return to you, in due time. If Miss Faely speaks the truth, she did not meddle with any part of the anticurse belonging to the Princess.”
“You said it could be years.”
“It could be years. But holding hope will give you a reason to bear all these trials. And it will give your waking Princess an opportunity to work, as much as one ever could, to repair the damage she has done.”
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