Title:
Immagica
Author:
K. A. Last
Genre:
YA Fantasy/Adventure
Expected
Date of Publication: November 2013
Word
Count: approximately 66,000
Cover
Illustration: Lawrence Mann
Cover
Designer: KILA Designs
Immagica...
Where anything is possible, but not always controllable.
Enter at your own risk.
The night before her fifteenth birthday, Rosaline Clayton receives an amulet from her deranged father. He tells her she must find the book, and begs her to save him. Rosaline is used to her father not making any sense, and she dismisses their conversation as another of his crazy rants.
Rosaline and her younger brother, Elliot, find the old, leather-bound book tucked away in their Nana’s attic, and it sucks them into its pages. They land in a magical world where anything is possible, but when Rosaline and Elliot are separated, the only thing Rosaline wants is to find her brother and go home.
The creatures of Immagica have other ideas. Rosaline befriends a black unicorn, two fairies, and a girl named Brynn, who are under threat from a menacing dragon. Rosaline discovers she is bound to Immagica in ways she doesn’t understand, and the fate of this magical world rests entirely on her shoulders.
Where anything is possible, but not always controllable.
Enter at your own risk.
The night before her fifteenth birthday, Rosaline Clayton receives an amulet from her deranged father. He tells her she must find the book, and begs her to save him. Rosaline is used to her father not making any sense, and she dismisses their conversation as another of his crazy rants.
Rosaline and her younger brother, Elliot, find the old, leather-bound book tucked away in their Nana’s attic, and it sucks them into its pages. They land in a magical world where anything is possible, but when Rosaline and Elliot are separated, the only thing Rosaline wants is to find her brother and go home.
The creatures of Immagica have other ideas. Rosaline befriends a black unicorn, two fairies, and a girl named Brynn, who are under threat from a menacing dragon. Rosaline discovers she is bound to Immagica in ways she doesn’t understand, and the fate of this magical world rests entirely on her shoulders.
Excerpt:
The book flew open and a gust of wind
whipped my curls around my face. The pages riffled back and forth before coming
to a halt, open at the first page. This was getting a little weird. I was about
to slam the book shut when words began to appear of their own volition, right
before our eyes.
“Um, Elliot. Can you
see that? Or am I as crazy as Dad?”
“I can see it,” he
whispered.
Immagica, the place where anything is possible, but not always
controllable.
Enter at your own risk.
“What a load of crap,” I said, picking the
book up. The new line of text flickered gold and pulsed, on then off, then on
again, like a flashing, neon sign. I gingerly picked up the corner of the page
and peeked under it to the next, but it was blank.
“How do we enter?” Elliot asked, leaning
into me and staring at the book.
“Why do you keep asking me all these
questions? You’re here, you know as much as I do.”
“You’re older, and always acting so much
smarter than me,” Elliot said. I poked my tongue out. “That’s real mature.” He
rolled his eyes.
“Oh, so you’re Mr Maturity now you’re a
teenager.”
“Sometimes I’m more mature than you!”
While we argued, we were oblivious to what
was happening. The book riffled its pages again, and another gust of wind hit
our faces. Before we knew what was happening, the golden glow exploded from the
book and sucked us in. That’s the best way I can describe it. One minute we
were in my room, surrounded by my grandmother’s elegant interior decorating,
and the next we were enveloped with gold light.
At first I felt Elliot beside me, but then
he was gone. The light was warm, like a soft, fuzzy blanket. Then the ground hit
me in the face. It was hard and rough. The force of my landing knocked the wind
out of me, and I tumbled over myself before coming to a halt on my back. Above
me was an azure sky dotted with fluffy, marshmallow clouds. I turned my head
and spotted the book lying closed on the ground a few metres away. I tried to
move to retrieve it, but it took a few moments before I could roll onto my side
and get to my knees.
When I finally managed to stand, I took in
my surroundings with wide eyes. The sky may have been blue, but the ground was
dirty charcoal. Lumps of gravel mixed with sand and dead grass. It stretched on,
and on, nothing but barren wasteland no matter which way I turned. The only
break in the landscape was where the horizon met the sky.
A lump of fear rose in my throat. Where
was Elliot?
I didn’t know where I was, and I was
completely alone.
About the Author:
K. A. Last was born in Subiaco, Western
Australia, and moved to Sydney with her parents and older brother when she was
eight. Artistic and creative by nature, she studied Graphic Design and
graduated with an Advanced Diploma. After marrying her high school sweetheart, she
concentrated on her career before settling into family life. Blessed with a
vivid imagination, she began writing to let off creative steam, and fell in
love with it. She now resides in a peaceful, leafy suburb north of Sydney with
her husband, their two children, and a rabbit named Twitch.
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