Woo, I’m part of the bloghop map reveal of KA Last’s new novel Immagica. (I’d advise clicking on the image to see the intricacies. It’s so pwetty.) I met KA when I was part of her team for Pitcharama, a learning curve for me in my query and first pages. Since then, we’ve also worked on my synopsis, and her help has been invaluable. Therefore, I am so pleased to be part of this hop showcasing her new novel. Let’s hear it for KA and her illustrator, Lawrence!
Immagica by K. A. Last
Genre: YA Fantasy/Adventure
Publication: January 31st 2014
Word Count: approximately 67,000
Cover Designer: KILA Designs – www.facebook.com/KILAdesigns
Map and Cover Illustration: Lawrence Mann LawrenceMann.co.uk
I cannot *flail* hard enough at how much I love this map. It is so impressive! It encompasses every colour I get from reading the blurb; look at all those wonderful-sounding places. This shows that one doesn’t need to invent a language or a foreign type of being to have an in-depth world. And it’s Paolini-esque, but in a good way; it shows that the world has been thought out.
The map, like the world, is definitely something one can get intelligently lost in. You’ve got the bright, delightful-sounding places – ‘Rainbow Drop’, ‘Kaleidoscope River’ and ‘Lake Pure’ alongside the darker keywords, ‘desperation’, ‘shadow’, ‘barren’, ‘razor’. I know as little about the story as the blurb and extract have told me, but those names alone suggest the YA adventure, the conflict and the quieter moments.
Notice that the corners of the map are also detailed with four of the five (if one believes in elemental energy) elements. It’s the little creative marks like those which make me admire the handiwork and ingenuity here. Whilst scale is not something worth considering on maps like these, it’s great to see the variety of locations, from mountains, lakes and deserts, to the less common: a bunker, a gorge, and what I can only guess is a palace of sorts. I also like the hint of the surrounding sea.
Where anything is possible.
Enter at your own risk.
The night before her fifteenth birthday, Rosaline Clayton uncovers a deep family secret. She receives an amulet from her deranged father, and he tells her she must find the book in order to save him. Rosaline is used to her dad not making any sense, so she dismisses their conversation as another of his crazy rants.
When Rosaline’s brother, Elliot, drags her to their Nana’s attic to explore, they find the old leather-bound book tucked away in a chest. It sucks them into its pages, transporting them to a magical world. Along the way Rosaline and Elliot are separated, and the only thing she wants is to find her brother and go home.
The creatures of Immagica have other ideas. After years of war their land lies in ruin. Using the amulet’s power, they want Rosaline to defeat the dragon and restore Immagica to its former glory. But Rosaline is bound to Immagica in ways she doesn’t understand, and when she discovers the truth about her family, she must follow her heart to save them all.
A breeze whipped my hair over my face. I batted it away as I turned in every direction, searching for my little brother.
“Elliot,” I called across the wasteland. “Elliot!” I screamed.
The book blew open and the pages fluttered in the breeze. I scurried over to snatch it up, not wanting to let it out of my sight. This place scared me. Losing Elliot scared me, and I was unsure what to do. If the book could spit me out into a desolate wasteland, it may also be able to take me home. I slipped my fingernail under the edge of the amulet and tried to prise it off the cover, but it wouldn’t budge. The emerald pulsed in a steady rhythm. After a few minutes I gave up and tucked the book into the back of my jeans.
If I decided to walk anywhere, it was going to be tough with no shoes, but I was glad I’d fallen asleep in my clothes the night before. Imagine if I’d ended up in this god-forsaken place in my nightie! Elliot was probably roaming around somewhere in his PJs. The thought made me laugh, but then sadness engulfed me. Elliot. My heart broke thinking about him. I’d lost my little brother. Where was I supposed to start looking for him? Already I missed the way his dark hair flopped across his forehead. The way he’d look at me so seriously with his grey eyes. And how he had a talent for making me smile when it was the last thing I wanted to do.
I stared at my feet and wished I had my favourite pair of Converse to slip on. I sighed and started to walk. Rocks dug into my skin, making me wince with every step. After a few minutes the pain subsided and the walking got easier. I thought I’d lost the feeling in my feet, but when I looked down again I was wearing a pair of black Converse All Stars.
My mouth dropped open and I stopped. “How…?”
It was still just me in the middle of nowhere. The shoes felt real enough, but I gave my toes a little wriggle to make sure it wasn’t an illusion. I even blinked a couple of times to test my eyes were working properly. Yep, the shoes were definitely real, and I was a little more freaked than I’d been when I first arrived.
I continued walking. Where I was walking to was a mystery. How could I know where I was going, if I didn’t even know where I was in the first place? I wished Elliot was with me. Or that I had someone to talk to; someone who could tell me where I was.
“Where am I?” I asked the breeze.
“You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness,” a girl said from behind me.