Eurydice is about to head off to college, an exciting time when everything should be happy. Her life isn't perfect –not even close– but she has people who love her, including Axel, that strange guy she can't quite figure out. A twist of fate traps Eurydice in an eerie world much like the one she knew, but with very different rules. It takes her some time to realize that her new companions are famous literary characters: Sherlock Holmes, Dracula, Frankenstein... Their lives, and Eurydice's own, hang in the balance. Her only chance is to find out who or what is devouring the Sphere of creation before it disappears.
A Young Adult read that will blow your literary mind away.
Genre: FICTION / Coming of Age
I wrote the book originally in Spanish. Sales in the Spanish market have been good, though the best results are coming from the English-speaking sites. "The Sphere" was published in the last week of October and it is immediatelly receiving attention and positive reviews (surprisingly more on Barnes&Noble than on Amazon)
Mercutio and Benvolio had never seen anything like it. They weren’t allowed to go to the beach alone, especially not to the shore, where the water lapped at the sand and left a trace of foam. But the sight of such a magical object was worth the risk of a real scolding. Benvolio was the first to notice that the tide had dragged in something other than the shells and seaweed that turned up on the beach every day. He went over to Mercutio during breakfast and whispered in his ear:
“Finish up quick, we’ve got something important to do.”
The twins ran down the slope that led to East Sands and stared in fascination at their extraordinary discovery. Mercutio said confidently that the gift the sea had dragged in looked like a woman. But Benvolio thought it was just an oddly shaped branch.
“It’s a girl!” said Mercutio. “See what long hair she has?”
A gentle wind shifted the threads of seaweed that were clinging to the newcomer’s skull. In the background thick sheets of flattened clouds filled the sky, hanging over the two boys. The beach was deserted.
“Look,” said Benvolio, his voice small with fear. “It’s not hair, stupid—it’s seaweed.”
“But she’s wearing a dress, see,” said Mercutio, using a stick to touch what looked like frayed lace.
Benvolio snatched the stick away from his brother and poked at the rags covering the rounded end of the mysterious object. Its muddy eyelids rose slowly to reveal two sockets, empty and deep. The twins jumped back and froze. They were almost too terrified to breathe. On the strange face a small nose twitched, and a sneeze shook the seaweed, or the hair, or whatever it was.
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French
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Already translated.
Translated by Louise Chaumont
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Sara Mota Ribeiro
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Author review: Espectacular. Una traductora muy recomendada. Cuidadosa con el estilo, muy formal con los tiempos de entrega e impecable con el formato. Highly recommended. She's an excellent translator, very professional |
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