JULY 6, 2013Sophie has always felt out of step—an outsider, even amongst friends in her high school with all the hype about celebrity culture. Her life in L.A. seems to have been already written for her, but when her junior year starts, it all takes a drastic turn. When she crosses paths with the school's heartthrob, Nate Werner, they fall for each other in a way neither can understand. What they don’t know is that by giving in to their desires, they are unlocking an ancient Egyptian prophecy that threatens to return Earth to the dark ages.
To undo the curse, Nate and Sophie embark on an adventure that takes them across the country. But their quest is not only to save the world as they know it. It is also a fight for their very survival. Behind the scenes, there are those that are counting on them to fail.
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Admitting
I wasn’t going to fall asleep, I emerged from under the bed covers, went over
to the windows, and sat on the floor. They say if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
Well, if the city lights were going to keep me awake, I might as well enjoy the
view.
Crossing
my legs in the lotus position, I admired the city skyline. The other glass
tower across from us seemed to be private apartments. Most of the floors had
their lights on. The energy of this city was captivating. Life continued on
through the night in the city that never slept.
It
was starting to snow. The frosty flakes resembled white cotton candy. They
seemed to be defying the laws of gravity as they were suspended on the air and
then swirled up into the sky. It was probably due to the air current caused by
the tall buildings. But as things stood in my life at the moment, anything
seemed possible.
The
traffic was as dense as rush hour in downtown L.A. Cars jammed around Columbus
Circle, and no one thought twice about leaning on the horn, even though it was
past midnight.
In
one of the apartments opposite, a man was sitting by the window, typing on a
laptop. The room was dark, but the reflection of the computer screen lit up his
face. I could see him clearly. It was as though we were sitting across from
each other. I was sure he could see me, too. We were so close, but at the same
time, so far. This must be the big city syndrome where you can feel so alone
amongst so many people. And knowing that Nate was just across the wall only
enhanced the feeling.
I
had to start blocking any thoughts of Nate. I had to give myself a break or I
was going to start losing my mind. Unfortunately, I was aware that ignoring a
problem wasn’t likely to make it go away. I couldn’t believe Nate had planned
to hide the stain on his back from me. How long did he think he could pretend
everything was going to be fine?
Dad
taught me to only believe what could be proved by science, but this lulled me
into a state of denial. Nate was vanishing with the tick of the clock, and I
had to help him. I wasn’t sure how yet, but I couldn’t fail him. I wanted to
slap myself to throw myself into action. How could I be so passive when I was
losing the only thing I wanted?
The
man in the apartment across from me was drinking from a cup and flicking
through the pages of a book that he had next to the laptop. After scanning a
few more pages, he continued to type. I wondered what he was doing. I wanted to
think he was writing a detective novel based in 1950s Manhattan.
The
man stopped typing and stared openly at me, as if he also needed to share his
secrets with a stranger. It was snowing hard, and thousands of snowflakes
playfully spiraled up into the sky, proving reality had many dimensions. The
simple stare from a distant stranger was appeasing that loneliness that was
taking hold of me.
I
couldn’t stop staring back. Here, sitting on the floor of this grandiose room,
in the epicenter of the madness of this city, I just felt so small. How was I,
this tiny, fragile girl, going to make the world change its course?
The
man with the computer—as if he could hear my thoughts—smiled at me and nodded.
Without uttering a word, and with the power of our surroundings, this stranger
confirmed that, yes, I could do whatever I gave myself to. It was probably a
coincidence, but there were moments like this when the universe conspired to
prove that life was full of magic moments. You just needed to learn to see past
what was in front of you.
The
man went back to typing on his computer, unconscious that with just one stare
he’d provided me with the courage I lacked. I was beginning to fall in love,
but in this case, with New York City. There was something about the anonymity
of this city that brought us closer as humans.
A little about the Author...
Unlike most authors, I didn’t start writing books when
I was five years old. In fact, I’d never been too interested in reading or writing.
Hanging out with friends in the small Spanish town where I grew up always
seemed more appealing than anything a book could offer. It took about
twenty-seven years and a global financial meltdown for me to discover the magic
world of writing.
At the time, I was living in New York City, and one
morning I discovered I was no longer expected at my sixty-hour-a-week
investment banking job. Most of my friends had very demanding jobs, so I spent
my days wandering around on my own.
Like other unemployed people, I started living through
the nights and sleeping through the days. New York is known as the city that
never sleeps for a good reason! One night, tired of surfing the web and
watching TV, I opened a Word document and started typing a short story, which I
saved in my computer with little interest. That was the day Nate and Sophie
were born.
Days later, since the financial industry seemed to be
going into a downward spiral, I decided to spend three months traveling through
Southeast Asia and New Zealand. I thought, naïve me, that by the time I
returned, the financial crisis would have come to an end.
Something really strange happened to me during that
trip. No matter where I went, I couldn’t stop thinking about the story. Nate
and Sophie followed me everywhere. No matter how hard I tried to forget about
them, they just wouldn’t go away. At the beginning, I thought I was losing my
mind, but soon after, I realized I had to continue writing the story.
When I came back to New York, I went right back into it,
and that’s how The Year of the Great Seventh was created. Unfortunately,
halfway through the novel, I received a letter from the immigration department
informing me that, with no job, I was no longer welcome in the United States.
Without much of a choice, my boyfriend and I decided to pack our lives, along
with my half-drafted manuscript, and begin another exciting adventure in
London, where we now live.
Teresa Orts studied economics and went on to work in the
financial industry. She lives in London with her husband and son and this is
her first novel. If you want to know more about her, please visit her website www.teresaorts.com
