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Genre: Fantasy
About AmmietiaLocation: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada Home Region: Age:17 Favorite novels: Tortall Series, His Dark Materials, A Great And Terrible Beauty Series, The Books of Bayern, Poison Study Favorite writers: Tamora Pierce, Libba Bray, Philip Pullman, Shannon Hale Favorite music: Depends, anything but Rap Non-noveling interests: Reading, Writing, Horseback Riding, Cooking, Baking |
Joined: October 23, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 40 NaNoWriMo buddies: 20
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Brief Author Bio: I`m a girl (almost a legal adult! A few more months!) aspiring to be a pastry chef. I`m on my way- attempting to get an apprenticeship at a bakery I am currently co-oping at (pretty much, working without pay through the school, for those who do not know what co-oping is). I`ve put the third book in my Sanuye Series on hold while I attempt a Urban Fantasy-slash-Historical Fiction novel for this year`s NaNoWriMo. I`m looking forward to many word wars, and you can add my (now-only) NaNoWriMo Address: lilyflower_dragon (at) hotmail.com (sorry, my keyboard is acting up at the moment) |
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Synopsis: The Mirror Masquerade
Titania Simone is questioned and teased by her friends, family and teachers about how tired she always seems to be. She blows it off as just liking her sleep, but the truth is far from that.
Throughout the day, Titania is a normal school girl trying to get through high school with as little damage as possible (especially when her name is that of Shakespeare's fairy queen). But when the lights go out in her house, she steps through her antique mirror to another world currently resembling the 19th century.
She is a Stepper, those of which have found passageways to other worlds through magicked mirrors. In this other world, she is Eliza Bennett, one of a house of Steppers living second lives as those of their own worlds move along. This is the world she feels she belongs in.
But not is all as good as it seems. A new girl, named Claire, believes this is too good to be true and views the magic of Stepping as a game, threatening the lives, and futures, of all the Steppers. As well, Steppers start disappearing, tearing Eliza's makeshift family apart, someone is after the passwords to all the mirrors for unknown reasons, and there are more secret lives than those the house of Steppers share.
Struggling to keep her head above the water, Titania has to choose what she needs more- reality or fantasy, and she realizes that when your life is falling apart in the world that is supposed to be your home, fantasy and possible love, can be quite tempting.
And they say you only have one life to live...
Excerpt: The Mirror Masquerade
(from a word war that I was stuck at, and some people told me to include a zombie tea party. Note that my story has nothing to do with zombies, or the dead, or anything like that)
“Yeah, Titania, you look good today,” She said, leaning against the table, her brown eyes set on me with a half-smile on her lips.
Behind her, I could see a zombie dragging his feet through the door. He tripped over a chair that was inconvieniently placed too close to the door and ripped off a leg. A keening wail broke out from his drooling mouth and the other zombies that attended this school made gurgling noises. On the table around them sat all the fixings for a tea party.
“Um...” I said, focusing my attention from the zombies to Blair. “Thanks?”
“You're welcome,” Blaire said in a peppy voice, smiling at me.
The zombie re-attatched his leg to his body with much fumbling and then continued on to the zombie tea party, limping a little more than he was before the chair viciously took his leg.
Derek joined us, pulling out a chair and motioning me to sit. I glared at him, ready for any antics, but he held the chair out for me and didn't move it from underneath me. Safe? I doubted it.
I was right. Derek drew away from the chair and came to stand beside me and bowed a low bow. I sighed.
“My queen,” He said. I was silent as I glared at him.
“Titania obviously doesn't enjoy your old-time wooing of her, Derek,” Blair told him, her chin up. “Why do you keep doing it?”
Derek rose from his bow and smiled at her. “Because she is the fairy queen, and I am just a lowly fairy. I must bow for her. Otherwise, she will have Oberon turn me into a donkey.” He turned to me. “I didn't much like being a donkey before, so please don't subject me to it again. Being an ass is not my forte.”
“Oh, I must argue,” I told him. “Being an ass is your forte, and your only forte.”
He faked being hurt, his hand over his heart, his mouth open in an O. “But fair queen, I am also good at many other things, being charming and considerate, for example.”
I shook my head. I was about to retort when Kara stepped in.
“Guys,” She warned. “Let's stop this now, before we start a fairy war.”
Derek laughed loudly, enough to make the zombies stare at us from across the cafeteria.
“I'm going to kill you both!” I threatened. The zombie's mouths fell open even more at my loud threat, one coming completely off it's hinges. I decided I might want to leave before I had a whole zombie tea party after me.
The warning bell rung and I sighed for an excuse to get away from Derek. “Come on Kara, English time.”
I dragged her out of the cafeteria too quick for Derek to think up another fairy stick to prod me with. The zombies stared at me as I left. I could feel their rotten, bug-infested stares follow my back. I hoped that they'd be gone before lunch.
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