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Genre: Fantasy
About YzabelLocation: Strasbourg, France Home Region: Age:30 Website: http://yzabel-writings.livejournal.com Favorite novels: Wuthering Heights, Dune, The Cider House Rules, King Lear Favorite writers: Frank Herbert, Neil Gaiman, John Irving Favorite music: Various OSTs, Juno Reactor, Kajiura Yuki Non-noveling interests: Weight-lifting, squash, drawing, books |
Joined: octobre 3, 2005 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 70 NaNoWriMo buddies: 33
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Synopsis: Was
Edinburgh, January 1659. In the wake of the Civil Wars, Aristeles is looking for a man with the power to repel and destroy. He plans on offering him immortality in exchange for his help. Dreams of glory, a wish for living, hopes for a better world: the road to Hell is definitely paved with the best of intentions.
Warsaw, April 1943. As the Nazi troops march into the ghetto to raze it, Rabbi Steiner weaves faith and magic to create a Golem that will protect his people. However, fire and death claim the wise man as their own that night, leaving his creature roaming free. Feeling that this is the chance of his life, young mage Ludwig Czieslowski invokes a True Name to bind the raging Golem. Yet what is the price of giving a name to that which was never meant to have one?
Paris, February 1989. On a cold winter night, on the Austerlitz Bridge, Moira is fighting a woman the likes of which she has never seen, and for the first time in her life, she is aware that she is going to die. Falling into the dark and murky waters of the Seine river, her last thought is that nobody will remember her. And her heart screams in despair.
Bristol, May 2008. A-level student Louisa Keynes wakes up in a white hospital room, after a car crash left her in a coma for ten months, only to find out that something else has changed. Her nights plagued by weird dreams, a strange power burning in her, her e-mail account filled with mysterious messages telling her to go to London, she finally drops her original project of applying to Oxford and, against her family's wishes, aims for London College instead. Lou wants to learn the truth; until then, she just cannot give it a rest.
London, December 2009. In a dark Aldgate alley, sys-op Echoes and blood sorceress Ring discover a corpse whose death was all but natural. At St Pancras, Marek Van Cartier is about to wreak havoc, a sweet smile on his lips. Standing on the platform at Tottenham Court Road tube station, Lyle Karlowitz is staring at a heartless woman, feeling the urge to kill again. And Louisa Keynes is riding the Northern Line, wondering how just a few months were enough to reduce her family to shambles.
A new year is nearing. What was and what is shall now meet.
Excerpt: Was
In this dream, images flashed behind her closed eyelids and words she could not understand poured from her lips, as she stood at the centre of a circle traced on the floor with what she hoped was paint and not blood. Inscribed within the confines of this circle, a complex pentagram extended its branches towards the darkness that surrounded her. Lou felt at unease, as if her place was not here, as if she was only borrowing this vision for a few minutes before having to leave it again to its legitimate owner. At the same time, her conscience told her that she more than anyone else was allowed to stand here in the circle, and to weave its patterns with her mind and her hands.
Someone else was there in the room, kneeling in a corner. A feminine silhouette, tall and lithe, one knee and one hand on the wooden floor, her opposite arm resting on her other leg, in an attitude of respect and submission. Her hair was a golden blonde, falling down to her shoulders in long curls; her face must have been as pale as her hands, as her long fingers made for strangling and killing... but why was she thinking of murder all of a sudden? Lou knew her, but her name kept on eluding her, and she was unable to remember it, no matter her efforts.
The lines of the pentagram started moving, forming new patterns and new meanings. The unknown woman remained where she was, not showing any signs of ever paying attention to what was happening. The circle danced around Lou, around that body of hers that felt so different than the one she had gone to bed in that past evening. The circle spoke of ancient times, of ancient magic, of ancient rites. It spoke of ancient things, and at the same time, strings of ciphers took shape in her mind, turning the old knowledge into code she knew she could use, someday, if only she managed to implement it in a new model or another executable file.
To what aim? To what extent? She did not know. Maybe if she kept on dreaming, night after night, the meaning of these spells would be unveiled. Maybe she would see the face of the mysterious blonde woman. Maybe she would...
...remember...
And the circle spoke, whispered, cried within her heart, trying to free itself from her grasp.
At last! At last I'm there! The world is changing, the wall will fall, and I will show them. Yes, my servant, I will show them. And if they don't want to look nor listen, you'll be there to make them!
It wasn't her voice. Those weren't her words. Yet she was shouting them, her heart swelling with wild joy, pride and arrogance.
"I will show them that they can't just ignore the voice of the dead!"
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