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About its_stephLocation: Pennsylvania Home Region: Age:14 Favorite novels: The Vampire Chronicles, Life of Pi, My Sister's Keeper, The Secret History, The Gemma Doyle trilogy, The Inheritance Cycle, Blue is for Nightmares series, I Am the Messenger, A Prayer for Owen Meany, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The Other Boleyn Girl, The Book Thief, Bleed, Project 17, Crank, Glass, Impulse, Blue Bloods series Favorite writers: Anne Rice, Libba Bray, Ann Rinaldi, Marcus Zusak, Melissa de la Cruz, Lynne Ewing, L.J. Smith, Jodi Picoult, Donna Tartt, Chrisopher Paolini, Ellen Hopkins, Laurie Faria Stolarz Favorite music: Any and everything. Pandora.com is great. Non-noveling interests: Reading anything and everything, writing poetry, hanging out with my friends, history, journaling, swimming, hiking, music, roleplaying, the internet, spending time with family, horror movies, movies, Grey's Anatomy, Reaper, Moonlight, Private Practice |
Joined: October 14, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 9 NaNoWriMo buddies: 9
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Brief Author Bio: My name is Stephanie. I've lived in Pennsylvania my whole entire life. I'm a freshman in high school. Vampires and the paranormal interest me greatly, as does history. When I write, I just wing it. No planning for me! I'm determined to win NaNo this year after a history project took up most of my time last year. NaNo 2007: "Broken Pieces"-Lost |
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Synopsis: Blasphemy
What if you were given the chance to live forever. Would you take it?
Gisella Prideux, a servant to a French noble family, was given such a choice. While on her deathbed, delirous with fever, the lady of the house offers Gisella the only cure: immortality. Without a chance to say no, Gisella is ushered into a world where not all is as it seems.
It's a life of hatred, resentment, fear, loss, gain, bitterness, lust and love. And above all, the craving for blood. For life itself.
Gisella tells her story to a young mortal man by the name of Christopher while they both await their sentence for a crime she has committed: the ultimate crime amongst the immortal. She has revealed her secret.
For in a world of blasphemy, there is even blasphemy amongst the blasphemers.
Excerpt: Blasphemy
I was dreaming again. Gisella, once again, was the star of the show. She was in the middle of the street, dancing as she hummed a foreign tune. However, her eyes were red now, and that bothered me. The blue was so pretty....
Damn, it was cold.
I woke from my dreaming to see that my window was open. Odd. I knew I had closed it before I went to bed. The red numbers on the alarm clock on the night table read 3:00. Stifling a yawn, I went over to close the window.
Even odder...the humming wasn’t just in my dream. It was in my room Startled, I turned from the window and saw a figure move from the shadows and into what little light there was spilling into the room.
It was Gisella.
“You want to know how I found you?” she asked quietly. She moved closer toward me. I was frozen with fear. A part of me, some hidden instinct, was shouting at me to run. “Do you know how a hound finds its quarry?” she purred, her eyes seeming to glow with some phosphorescence not of this world. The violet in her eyes stood out more now, while the blue took on the strange glow.
“By smelling?” I answered, and it came out as a question.
She laughed softly and kept moving closer. I backed away, feeling my body press against the wall.
“Yes, Christopher. By smelling.”
“So...do you mean you found me...by smelling?” My heart was pounding, that instinct telling me I better move or something bad would happen.
“Yes,” she said. She was almost pressed up against me now. “If you must know, I followed your scent down from Manhattan. I followed you at night while you wandered the streets. During the day, I left you alone. I came here a few times and watched you sleep. I listened to you play the piano.” Her voice quivered for a moment.
I was shocked. Was she some sort of stalker nutcase? But no...her tone rang with sincerity. There was no lie in her eyes that I could see, even if I couldn’t meet her eyes with my own for more than a few seconds.
That’s when it hit me. Whatever Gisella was, she was certainly not a normal woman. Not just in her beauty...but altogether. She wasn’t human .
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