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About Tsukihime_sanLocation: Palo Alto Age:99 Website: tsukihime_san.livejournal.com Favorite novels: Мастер и Маргарита, Валькирия Favorite writers: Too many really Favorite music: Depends on the mood and the scene I am writing :) Non-noveling interests: scientist |
Joined: October 18, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 7
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Brief Author Bio: I was born on a cold November morning in Siberia, Russia. |
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Synopsis:
Continuation of my first novel, "The Road in the Moonlight". Alexa gets entangled in a sticky web of Munnediery's politics, Myro prepares to lead humans to a war and Ladir angsts about things that can't be changed.
The reality is never simple, even in fairytales, so when Alexa finds herself living one, she takes the only road possible, even though its a path untaken by any human before.
Will she be able to change a cruel ending of a fairytale remains to be seen.
Excerpt:
Dull grey of an autumn's sky changes into a blinding blue of winter's radiance. Puffy blanket of snow covers the town and, like gingerbread cookies, houses in Brösvin stand sugar-coated with shimmering white. Alexa walks through soft cold heaps down the half hidden trail in the Central Park and snowflakes of memories dance down onto the earth around her in crazy circles, emerging from nowhere up in the sky. They pile up, melting together, fusing past and present and then spill down from the corner of the eye, salty and warm, so unlike the cold snow they once were. When finally she reaches her destination, Alexa opens her backpack and pulls out a book. It looks old, even ancient. Soft leather cover with subtle oak-leaves etching running along the spine, braced along the edges by a silver filigree. Once, long ago, it seemed mysterious and inviting. Alexa's fingers touch it carefully, caressing the velvety surface. However little effort it takes to open the book, Alexa finds herself unable to do that. She hesitates, for a moment giving in to fear that pools heavily in her stomach.
Tell me how this ends.
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