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Fwe
Novel: Veritilly
Genre: Fantasy
40,000 words so far  

About Fwe

Location: Oz

Age:19

Favorite novels: The Joy Luck Club, Memoirs of a Geisha, A Thousand Splendid Suns, Daughter of the Forest, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Neverwhere, The Little Prince, The Drawing of the Three, Peony in Love, Pride and Prejudice, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, The Kitchen God's Wife, Howl's Moving Castle

Favorite writers: Neil Gaiman, Amy Tan

Favorite music: Soundtracks.

Non-noveling interests: Acting, Singing; General, Boring Tidbits

Joined: octobre 11, 2006

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'06 '07 '08

NaNoWriMo posts: 18

NaNoWriMo buddies: 6

 

Synopsis: Veritilly

Two men - Engineers for the State - have just finished designing their nation’s finest airship - The Capricious. In what should have been their crowning moment - the first launching at their nation’s capital - however, the sky is suddenly cast into a haze. In a fiery rain, the city is decimated by an unforeseen power. In an attack by their neighboring country, one seemingly without provoke, it becomes apparent that a new type of warfare has emerged - one ruled by Veritilly gas.

Caldon White, the man responsible for keeping the royal family in check reveals himself as a traitor, whisking one of the men, Perin Doraller, with him in some convoluted act of kind-heartedness: in exchange for the engineer's life, the young man must act as a traitor to his own country, as well. However, things are not as they seem when it comes to how traitorous White really is, and it soon becomes apparent that larger plans are in store.

On the opposing front, Aletrude Borbon is caught in the maelstrom of fire, pulled into the sewers beneath the city square by a young woman who tends to his wounds. When he awakens, he finds himself aboard a battleship unlike any he's seen before - and the woman who saved him is revealed to be no other than Emilia Yondeshire, the daughter of the enemy country's top general.

In a whirl of events, the two men find themselves on opposite sides of a bloody war, through both manipulation and truth. As new facts come into light about the nature of this Veritilly gas, each country's innocence comes into question, as does the stem of the war itself. With neither man certain as to which side is correct, each is twisted toward a role that will eventually decide the fates of countless millions. A story of love, espionage, war, and magic, either side could potentially be the in victor a battle that might not be as one-sided as both claim.

(A semi-steampunk, Victorian-esque adventure with a lot of harrumph... It's less about the war than the people who must find what they believe in in order to take sides... as well as a lot of air travel.)

Excerpt: Veritilly

They reached Samona in a day. Staring out of his broad, lit window, Perin felt his stomach drop as they descended toward the ground. Around him, he viewed not the lush, green forest of a southern island as he’d suspected he’d find, but stark, tumbling mountains the size of which he’d never seen before. In all directions he could view, there was nothing but rock and grey taking up his vision, cusped by the black of a dim, endless night and broken only by a path that spread off toward the sea.

They were in a valley in the crux of two mountains, as far as he could tell, cut off from the main island by two towering walls of rock that opened up only so the smell of saltwater could waft through. Somewhere among all this was an opening to the mines, thrown in between the storage larders and the cabins where the miners lived. Somewhere far off where Perin couldn’t see, he knew there was a refinery, the steam from the machines running through the air just on the other side of the mountain peaks.

Even from his limited view, he knew that if he tilted himself just a little farther down, he would see military personnel, either in charge of the gas or stone mining – or of putting bullets into people that would intrude. Standing, he put his gun inside of his coat, strapped into the holster he’d found in White’s drawer. As he moved, he was conscious that if he hit it just slightly it would either fall or discharge into his side.

White had told him to keep the gun cocked for a hasty job. In and out, that was it. Pocketing the stone, hands shaking, he made his way out the door and found White waiting among an entourage at a private room.

“You look well.” White smiled at him, seeming to find something oddly amusing about the younger man’s demeanor. Perhaps it was the tight-lipped smile or the quaking of his fingers, but Perin put it down to the haggard look he possessed, which had even scared him when he’d looked at his reflection. However White planned on convincing the Etherians that neither of them was suspect, Perin couldn’t even have guessed.

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