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Blurb: Confined to her couch, Clovis Sohn spends her days and nights dreaming, drifting further away from the outside world with each passing day. But Clovis's dreams are also real, giving her a glimpse into the lives of those around her...
When a moment of unthinking sympathy twines Clovis's dreams with the bored, playful composer Yong-hwa, she must decide whether to keep dreaming in the comfort of her chaise lounge, or to awaken into a reality that is by no means so sure or familiar as her dreams.
Excerpt: I don't remember when I first started to Dream. I don't know why I began to Dream, either, or even how the way I Dream is possible. It could have been because I was bored. Perhaps it was because I'm nosy. Yes, that's far more likely. I was bored, and nosy, and for the first fifteen years of my life I couldn't walk, so what else was there to do but Dream?
I didn't know I was spying on people. Not at first, at least. And when I did find out, what was there to be concerned about? I couldn't stop the Dreams, and it was pointless to feel badly about something I couldn't help. The dreams came by night or by day, intruding upon the real world until it was almost impossible to tell which was real and which the Dream. My nights were long, but my days were longer, and the Dreams were a welcome distraction from the beige ceiling and the window from which I could see only grey sky. In Scandia the sky is always grey and the ceiling always beige: there's probably a moral in there somewhere.
You have questions. That's all right. Ask away.
Oh, that's a clever one: no one has asked me that before. Did the Dreams come first, or the paralysis? I don't know for sure, but I can guess. I think the Dreams came first, tugging my soul away from my body, and I became so used to being away from my body that I never learnt how to use it or really live in it.
But it's more than that. I'm left alone in my quarters most of the time, simply forgotten. People don't see me. Servants sweep past me without bowing, and if I'm not very careful, I get left out in the garden when I take the air on my chaise lounge. I used to think it was because I was actually dead, and perhaps I wasn't so far off.
After all, what is a body without a soul, and why should a soulless body be seen?
About the Author
W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author who lives in a house with a green door. She loves to rewrite fairytales with a twist or two-and a murder or three-and original fantasy where dragons, enchantresses, and other magical creatures abound. Occasionally she will also dip her toes into the waters of SciFi. W.R. spends her time drinking an inordinate amount of tea and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees.
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