About
the Book
Title:
Girl of Myth and Legend
Author:
Giselle Simlett
Genre:
Fantasy / Romance
A girl with a past she tries to forget, and a
future she can’t even imagine.
Leonie Woodville wants to live an unremarkable
life. She wants routine, she wants repetition, she wants
predictability. So when she explodes in a blaze of light one morning
on the way to her college, it’s enough to put a real crimp in her
day.
And things only get weirder…
Leonie learns from her father that she is last of
the Pulsar, a phenomenally powerful member of a magical species
called the Chosen. It will be her sole duty to protect the Imperium,
a governing hierarchy, from all enemies, and to exceed the reputation
of the Pulsar before her. So – no pressure there, then.
Leonie is swept away from her rigorous normality
and taken to a world of magic. There, she is forced into a ceremony
to join her soul to a guardian, Korren, who is both incredibly
handsome and intensely troubled, a relationship for which ‘it’s
complicated’ just really doesn’t cut it.
But Leonie is soon to learn that this ancient
world is no paradise. With violent dissidents intent to overthrow the
Imperium, and dark entities with their own agenda, she and Korren
find themselves caught in a war where they will have to overcome
their differences if they are to survive.
Book One in The Chosen Saga.
Author
Bio
Giselle
Simlett was born and raised in England. She has studied Creative
Writing at both Gloucestershire University and the Open University.
She has a diploma in Creative Writing, Language and Literature and
will soon complete her BA Hons Open Degree.
She
does not as yet have a degree in the power and responsible use of
magic, but she does have a young son, which amounts to the same
thing. She currently lives in Australia with her husband and son.
Website: http://www.gisellesimlett.com/
LEONIE
POV, but Korren's dialogue.
1) His
bronze eyes, which had become distant, now focus on me, and in them
blazes such contempt that I shiver. It’s like he’s talking to
more than just me, to all of those masters, all of those cruel and
unkind keepers over the years who he once believed were his friends.
‘You say immortality isn’t a burden and you may think it a
wonderful, divine thing; maybe it is for those who have freedom. But
if all your days are kept within this cage, with no way to escape,
how can you call that living?’
His fists clench. ‘You say
that you want to believe there is more to this world than just death.
Well, look at it; it’s in front of you. I am more
than
death. I am the result of immortality. Don’t you think we want our
suffering to be for something, that we want this endless pain to have
some meaning at the end of it? We hope just as much as any
individual, as any mortal. But there is a difference: we know now
that there is no explanation for our suffering. We know our suffering
has no meaning. Mortals don’t live for long, so they never have to
face what we kytaen have to: reality, hopelessness. We live, we
suffer, and we have no means of escape. That’s all there is to it.
So why do you think we resign ourselves to being thoughtless,
heartless creatures? Because in that despair we can hide away from
the truth that there is
no meaning for anything. That we are alone. That we have nothing
to believe in.’
Flurries of snow drift past
us, and the branches creak as the wind frustrates them. I stare at
him, wide-eyed. He breathes heavily, then grunts and turns away from
me. It’s silent after that; even the wind quietens down as if
watching Korren. Pain and anguish, the loss of hope, the loss of
life. It’s all reflected in his eyes, in his words, as if his soul
is peeking out and staring at me. I could never touch that kind of
pain, unfathomable and dark and despairing, and I have the feeling
that if I were soul-bound to him right now, I would be crushed by the
weight of his misery.
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