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An upmarket fantasy novel: Nymph's Pond “My grandfather and my dad both, they wanted this place to become a café. Where people could chat and talk to a really, really nice scenery. Peaceful and quiet, with a little koi fish—” she made a little wave with her hand to indicate swimming fish. “And so I want to take up that dream where they left it off. I want to open the Worthington Gardens. And this place, I thought of calling Nymph’s Pond.”
A pink-haired woman is sitting on the grass with an umbrella. Text reads: "an artist's coming of age... the complicated bonds of mother and daughter... the water that keeps calling at her... NYMPH'S POND"
A young blond man is on all fours. Text reads: "Acting for the camera is one thing. Doing it in real life is another. MY METHOD ACTOR."
A series of images containing male models looking forlorn with a blue (first row) green (mid-right) and red (bottom row). A poem is written in the middle that reads: "Nothing's a gift, it's all on loan. / I'm drowning in debts up to my ears. / I'll have to pay for myself / with my self / give up my life for my life." This poem is by Wislawa Szymborska, from “Nothing’s a Gift”.
9 images, 3 in each row, all in a greenish shade, containing either a female figure or an eerie, mystical vibe containing nature of some kind. bottom right is an image of a mansion.
Nymph‘s Pond, an upmarket fantasy at 80k
NYMPH‘S POND AN 80K UPMARKET FANTASY NOVEL
A young woman submerged in water, with her long blond hair flowing. The text reads: NYMPH'S POND to the left, and next to it: The struggling artist of MARTYR! small-town magic of THE BOOK OF LOVE ostracized water creatures of THE SHAPE OF WATER further below: an adult fantasy by Elif SInem Erdem
A young woman submerged in water, with her long blond hair flowing. The text reads: NYMPH'S POND to the left, and next to it: The struggling artist of MARTYR! small-town magic of THE BOOK OF LOVE ostracized water creatures of THE SHAPE OF WATER further below: an adult fantasy by Elif SInem Erdem
A young woman submerged in water, with her long blond hair flowing. The text reads: NYMPH'S POND to the left, and next to it: The struggling artist of MARTYR! small-town magic of THE BOOK OF LOVE ostracized water creatures of THE SHAPE OF WATER further below: an adult fantasy by Elif SInem Erdem
(picture of a pond) Nymph's Pond - an adult fantasy novel
(picture of a pond) Nymph's Pond - an adult fantasy novel
(picture of a pond) Nymph's Pond - an adult fantasy novel
Nymph's Pond - an adult fantasy novel currently in progress
Nymph's Pond - an adult fantasy novel currently in progress
A sleepy town with a mansion at its center. A lavish garden surrounds it. At its center, a pond. Long ago, a mermaid appeared at NYMPH'S POND the very pond Damla’s mother disappears to. But the past may not be so long ago. Her mother may not be human. And if Damla wants to save her mother, she must tap into her supernatural heritage...
A sleepy town with a mansion at its center. A lavish garden surrounds it. At its center, a pond. Long ago, a mermaid appeared at NYMPH'S POND the very pond Damla’s mother disappears to. But the past may not be so long ago. Her mother may not be human. And if Damla wants to save her mother, she must tap into her supernatural heritage...
"With all three of these writers, I find myself wanting to pay a compliment that is never taken as being a compliment: I want to say that I prefer their non-fiction – their essays – to their fiction. But you can’t say that without its being taken as a backhanded insult. A belief that the novel is the senior literary form has become one of our culture’s most passionately automatic received ideas; the assumption is so prevalent that it can’t fail to be dubious. Non-fiction is often better-written, better-organised, better-realised, more interesting than fiction; it’s just that novels are, in some inchoate and deeply unexamined way, ‘taken more seriously’. Of course, there are plenty of reasons to take novels seriously, and one of them is the fact that the form still offers both the most extended and the most intensive immersion in someone else’s imaginative universe: to read a novel is the closest we can ever get to experiencing what it is like to be someone else. That’s the best reason for a long-term confidence in the survival of the form, however much psychic territory is taken over by the newer media. But I don’t think that’s why novels have the status they do have. What has happened is that the novel – writing novels, ‘being a novelist’ – has acquired prestige, the prestige that accrues to tokens of high culture and high art; which is an unhappy development. Films don’t need that kind of prestige, because they are simply too interesting, too glamorous, too much the dominant art form of our century. But opera has it, and poetry has it: we give to poetry a respect which is no more than the measure of our indifference. The novel should beware being looked up to; it’s not a good omen. Vidal:"