Fantasy Novel: The Nymph
Fantasy Novel: The Nymph
I'm nearing completion of my fantasy novel, and raising funds to help promote it and get it in the hands of as many people as possible.
I'm nearing completion of my fantasy novel, and raising funds to help promote it and get it in the hands of as many people as possible. Read more
I am nearing completion on my sixth novel to be self-published soon. Although I have tried to reach out in the past to traditional publishers, I've made the most success in using online resources to self-publish books and ebooks.
I want to showcase this novel at local fairs and get the word out in the hopes of getting the necessary attention to get my work published. In order to do this, I need to purchase equipment such as a tent-canopy as well as cover entry fees and buying copies to be shown. Anything extra over my goal will go toward fair or novel-related expenses or expansions.
About the novel: The Nymph is my sixth self-published novel. It is a modern fantasy/romance about a boy who met an Elf when he ran away from home and now is searching for her after she was taken away from him. Although it is a sequel to a previous novel, The Elf, it is also written to be read as a standalone.
Thank you for considering to help sponsor my novel and its showcasing.
EXCERPT: (copyright © 2012 James Daniel Fluker)
The crudely-painted wisps of hills ran clumsily down the length of the landscape in front of him. The grass fluttered unrealistically in the fake-feeling wind. The moon shone too bright. The ground felt too spongy. Everything just felt fake.
But that was because it was fake. This wasn’t the same world of dreams that Evan had experienced two years ago. He had stopped being able to go there.
This was a world of his creation. A world of regret, of denial. And he wasn’t sure he wanted to come here anymore, either.
She was here, on the mountain where he had lost her. But it wasn’t really her. It was just a water-colored memory of her, a child’s crude impression, fluttering in his memory and projected here.
He knew that. But because he couldn’t move on, he kept creating this. Even though each time, it caused him more pain.
“You’re back,” said Not-Cifi, standing like a marionette. After two years, her features were becoming more dull as his memory of her started to fade. This was the source of his agony. And yet, until he remembered nothing about her, he would keep doing this, he knew.
“She wouldn’t say it like that,” Evan told her.
“Because Cifi didn’t use contractions? Or at least, that’s how you remember it,” Not-Cifi replied, nodding.
This self-aware third-person banter was growing more common now. The illusion was on its last wings, as if they were the critics of their own creation.
“So what is it that you want anymore?” she asked him.
“The same as always,” he replied, and it was indeed as he said.
“Then that is what you will have. And nothing more.”
His face tightened, and his eyebrows fluttered as he struggled to maintain himself. The entire world wavered, as a surge of depression flooded him. Then it began to crumble violently, in shards of earth and grass, starting with the edges.
He reached for her, to pull her with him and for a while it worked. They ran down a straight jag of rock suspended in midair with an endless chasm on either side, fleeing the inevitable. Rocks from above crashed around them and increased in frequency as the fault caught up to them.
He leaped over a gap in the jag and turned back to reach his hand out for her to follow. A boulder smashed down where she was, causing him to jolt, but she emerged from the shards standing there as she always did, unharmed.
“Because I’m not really here, after all,” she said and then disappeared.
The jag path he had been following had become a lone platform now, leaving him alone and isolated as the world’s light flickered and died out.
“I know that. It’s why I have nothing…nothing left in my dreams. Ever. Not anymore.”
- (30 days)