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Midnight Feathers
Novel: The Arbiter
Genre: Fantasy
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About Midnight Feathers

Location: Santa Rosa, California

Home Region:
United States :: California :: Marin-Sonoma

Age:18

Favorite novels: Warriors: Into the Wild, A Walk to Remember, To Kill a Mockingbird, Memoirs of a Geisha, Ghost Hunting, The Secret Life of Bees.

Non-noveling interests: American history, film, and the paranormal.

Joined: October 6, 2007

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'07

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NaNoWriMo buddies: 26

 

Synopsis: The Arbiter

In Aldenard’s early history, people known simply as the arbiters had the ability to communicate with the spirits residing on their planet. The spirits were the ones who controlled the magic that governed their world – with the arbiter’s psychic gifts, they could keep a delicate peace with the benevolent spirits while warding off the dangerous poltergeists and demons. But these stories turned to myths and legends in the country of Escona where, ironically, mages are held in the highest regard by the government and military.

Elliot Parker, the hard working son of a poverty-stricken family, is accidentally caught up in the midst of a political struggle within Escona's government after he agrees to help a young mage from the magical division of the military. But while he's swept up in the excitement of war and conflict, Elliot rediscovers the legend of the arbiters and that there may, in fact, be some kind of truth behind these far-fetched myths.

Excerpt: The Arbiter

For a long time he felt absolutely nothing—no emotion or pain, physical or mental—as he walked silently through the empty, barren field.

Smoke curled upward from the rocky crags and craters in the earth, snaking skyward, twisting before it dissipated in the hot air. Thick gray clouds were gathering overhead, crackling with white lightning.

Elliot stumbled over the dry dirt, his eyes wandering slowly over the dusty, lifeless landscape. He was fortunate enough to have been out of the city before it was destroyed—unnaturally fortunate, he thought—but he was still wishing that he had been present during the attack.

A few droplets of rain fell, hitting the scorched earth without a sound. Elliot paused, standing over the patch of dead land where his home had once stood. He tilted his head back, staring wordlessly at the warm, rainy sky.

For the first time since setting out with the runaway mage, he was completely alone.

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