♥~~Book Blitz + Giveaway~~♥ IMMAGICA by K.A. Last

 

 

Title: Immagica

Author: K. A. Last

Genre: YA Fantasy/Adventure

Date of Publication: January 26, 2014

Word Count: approximately 68,000

Cover Illustration: Lawrence Mann LawrenceMann.co.uk

Cover Designer: KILA Designs – www.facebook.com/KILAdesigns

 

Map Illustration: Lawrence Mann LawrenceMann.co.uk

 

 

Immagica…

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.

 

 

 

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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. K. A. Last is currently studying her Bachelor of Arts at Charles Sturt University, with a major in English, and minors in Children’s Literature, Art History, and Visual Culture. She resides in a peaceful, leafy suburb north of Sydney with her husband, their two children, a rabbit named Twitch, and a guinea pig called Squeak.

 

Author web links:

Website: www.kalastbooks.com.au

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“Where am I?” I asked the breeze.

 “You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of craziness,” a voice said from behind me.

 I spun around to face the most unusual girl I’d ever seen. She held a bronze spear in her right hand. It was fancy, like a sceptre, with a decorative head that housed a big emerald. What was it with all the emeralds? Maybe I was in Oz.

 The stone was shaped like an eye, like the one in the amulet. It seemed to be staring at me, and I shuddered. Above all the fanciness was a silver point that could probably slice me in half in one-second flat.

 Frantically, I looked around for something to use to defend myself if I needed to. But my only option was to brain her with a rock—if I needed to.

“I wasn’t talking to myself,” I said. I totally was talking to myself. “I just wanted company.”

 The girl laughed. “You should be careful what you wish for in a place like this.”

 She looked a little older than me, with pale blue eyes, and an olive complexion. Silver streaked her long, black hair, which had several small braids through it. Her cheekbones were high, and her mouth pouty.

 “And where is this, exactly?”

 The girl stared at me, as if I should know the answer. I still wasn’t sure if she would hurt me or take me to meet her no doubt equally weird-looking friends. She wore a pair of ripped denim shorts, and her top was a little strange. It was cream in colour, and looked like it was handmade, with lacing up each side and an uneven neckline. Her long legs were encased in shin-high chunky hiking boots, and she had a small leather satchel flung across her body. The spear totally completed the outfit.

 “Not quite like Dorothy, is it?” she said, grinning. “She was greeted by munchkins, but you got me instead.”

 “You’ve read The Wizard of Oz?”

 “Of course.” The girl laughed. “And Alice in Wonderland, The Neverending Story, and Narnia. All the greats.”

 Somehow, I found it hard to believe. Where the hell was the library?

 “Who are you? And where am I?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips. I could play smart, too, but I hoped I appeared more confident than I felt.

 “Which do I answer first? I hope you know who you are.”

 “Never mind,” I said, turning away. She’d done her best to annoy me, and I’d only known her for twenty seconds.

 “Don’t take it personally.” The girl fell into step beside me. “You’re not the only one who’s ended up here when they first arrived. Not everyone can expect to land in the thick of things.”

 “What are you talking about?” I stopped to face her.

 “I’m Brynn.” She stuck out her hand. I hesitated, but eventually took it. She pumped my arm up and down a few times before letting go. “So, where’s the book?”

 “How do you know about the book?” I frowned.

 “You usually can’t get here without the book.”

 “Where’s here?”

 “Isn’t it obvious?”

 “No, not really. Why do you want the book?” I asked.

 “I don’t want the book.”

 “Then why did you ask about the book?”

 “You’ll need the book,” Brynn said. “The book is very important.”

 I sighed. “Of course it is.” I pulled it from the waistband of my jeans, but I didn’t hand it over.

 “You don’t trust me, do you?” Brynn asked.

 “If you were me, would you trust you?”

 “I’m very trustworthy.” She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

 “But how do I know that!”

 She shrugged. “You don’t.”

 “Okay, this place is just odd,” I said.

 

 

 

 

The Magic of Immagica Explained

 

When we think about magic, we often visualise witches and wizards with wands, casting spells and striking people down with lightening. But the magic within Immagica is very different, and works in a non-traditional, magical way.

 

The concept of Immagica is based on the power of imagination. Within our imagination, anything is possible. We can create whatever we want, and see it however we like, all inside our own mind. No wand or spell necessary.

 

The land of Immagica is very organic. It can be shaped and tailored for whoever is there at any given time. There are, of course, certain things that remain the same, but everything else is open to interpretation, and governed by the imagination of the person experiencing the adventure.

 

Like anything, there are certain rules, but some rules are made to be bent or broken. The magic of Immagica can be unpredictable, because Immagica itself is alive. It actually has a say in everything that is created, and the events that happen. It’s like having someone looking over your shoulder, nudging you in a certain—but not always right—direction. Imagination plays a major part in shaping Immagica, but the subconscious of the person visiting is also at play.

 

There are two main sections of Immagica. If you have a look at the map 

 

 

 

 

 

 you’ll see there’s the Barren Lands, which encompasses all the not so nice places, and there’s the Go-Between, which is a friendlier place, but not always. In the Barren Lands, the weather changes depending on your mood. Get angry and a thunderstorm can brew in a matter of seconds. In the Go-Between you have more control over things, but your emotions, subconscious and mind are all working either with or against each other.

 

Although the concept of magic by imagination is a relatively simple one, it can sometimes get confusing in the way it works. This is mainly because nothing is set in stone, and something that happens one way for someone can work in a completely different way for someone else. Read these excerpts where Brynn attempts to explain to Rosaline the way Immagica works, and see if you can make sense of it. I think Rosaline had a hard time grasping the concept.

 

 

 

 

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