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Genre: Fantasy
About Tsuki.SeishinLocation: Maryland Home Region: Age:17 Website: http://www.fictionpress.com/~fangbanger Favorite novels: The Twilight Saga; The Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter novels; The Sookie Stackhouse Novels; The Gemma Doyle Trilogy; The Noble Warriors Trilogy; Real Vampires Series; Jaz Parks Series Favorite writers: Stephenie Meyer, Holly Black, Libba Bray, Laurell K. Hamilton, Charlaine Harris, Jennifer Rardin, Gerry Bartlett, William Nicholson, Melissa Marr Favorite music: Rock, Hard Rock, Metal, Heavy Metal, Industrial, Artistic, Progressive Rock Non-noveling interests: Reading; Writing; Learning new things |
Joined: octobre 29, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 1 NaNoWriMo buddies: 5
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Brief Author Bio: I'm Tsuki, aka Fang. I'm seventeen and this is my second year participating in NaNoWriMo. I met the word count last year but didn't finish my novel. I've written one novelette in the past year and am working on its sequel. I am also about three-quarters of the way finished with my current novel project. |
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Synopsis: Witch's Blade
Aelfdene is a boy without a name in a world dominated by women and complex social customs. His lack of identity is a curse that means he cannot join the Coven of the Moon and become a witch, his greatest hope in life. Denied entry into the prestigious Coven and shunned in his own village, Aelfdene sets off for Shangri Mahr, the desert kingdom to the south, in hopes of finding a place to call home.
Ra-Hahai is what the people of Crelos call a 'desert rat'. He belongs to one of the many wandering tribes of Shangri Mahr's vast desert, Darajai. His people have one fear and one fear only: the fear of the witches of Crelos. In fact, much of Shangri Mahr shares this fear and many harbor a strong, bitter hatred of the strange, pale-skinned women of the Coven.
When Ra-Hahai comes across the seemingly lifeless form of a fair-skinned youth in the shifting desert sands, his first instinct is to leave the body where it lay. Something in him rebels against the idea and he finds himself cast shamefully from his tribe and the caretaker of a boy so Crelosian that he can't even walk the sands without help!
Witch's Blade is a sometimes serious, and sometimes comic, tale of the pursuit of hopes, dreams, and the lifelong search for that elusive thing called love. The characters are precious jewels to each other, with strong personalities that show how society shapes us, and how hard it can be to find the courage to rebel.
Excerpt: Witch's Blade
Raziya dismounts in order to try and calm the frenzied Ari, but before either her or Ael can do anything, Ari moves in a blur and brings his bow up. It is aimed directly at Ael's heart.
My world is awash in a crimson tide. I do not stop to think. I simply act.
As Ari releases the arrow, I dive in front of Ael and take it for him.
The pain is terrifying and immediate. My chest burns where I was struck and fire begins to eat its way through my veins.
I fall to the ground, my muscles too weak and pain-riddled to hold me any longer. As I fall, I scream my rage and defiance, but my body does not work when I try to retaliate by throwing a kris at Ari.
“Hahai!” My little one screams.
The crimson tide is slowly pushed away by a gray haze. I can see, but everything is blurry, and I realize that there are tears in my eyes. I can no longer move.
“Hahai!” My little one screams again. My thoughts wander, and I think of the krises hidden beneath my robes.
“Little one,” I whisper in a hoarse voice. He leans over me and grabs two handfuls of my robes, lifts me into his lap.
“Hahai,” he sobs. “Hold on. Hold on! We can save you! Don't give up yet!”
“Little one,” I repeat. I lick my lips slowly, painstakingly. The fire eats my body. Blades carve my flesh. My body is about to explode.
“Little one. In my...”I draw a long, ragged breath, fight against the call of the gray haze. “Robes. A gift...for you. Take...them. I want...I want...” I cannot speak for what feels like an eternity.
Everything begins to take on a dreamy quality.
“I...love you...my little...one,” I wheeze past the needles stabbing my throat and lungs. My chest is numb.
I feel a wetness on my cheeks, and I do not know if it is from the sky, Ael, or if they are my own tears I feel.
“I...love...”
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