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The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay (Blitz)

YA Bound Book Tours is organizing a Blog Tour for: The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay
(La Sirena #1) by A. Algeri. This tour will run from June 27th to July 1st.  


The Mermaid and the Treasure of the Bay
(La Sirena #1)
by A. Algeri 
Release Date: 08/20/15
246 pages



"The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay" is the first adventure of Brinn, a young woman who had recently returned to her homeland, Nyar Kaad, after years of being away.

For her mother and sister it’s only supposed to be an episodic stay, because their intention is to return to the capital, Adaria, held by both aristocrats, by then, to be their home. Brinn, however, isn’t interested in living in the golden cage of high society and aspires to a different existence, that will push her to oppose the decisions of her family and to pursue a destiny according to her own wishes.

The accidental discovery of what looks like a map to hidden treasure, buried in Nyar Kaad, according to tradition, by pirates once dwelling in the settlement, will push her to search for the hidden riches- an undertaking that the protagonist will face courageously, at the cost of challenging her fears, the rigid social conventions, and more literal dangers to her person, venturing on a journey into the local legends and the past of her own family, until reaching an unexpected epilogue.

Set to Isara, a fantasy world inspired by the period between the seventeenth and the first decades of the nineteenth centuries, "The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay" is a journey full of mystery in the universe where real and supernatural coexist intersecting in a subtle and insidious way, a world divided between palaces and largely unexplored expanses, an opulent capital and boundless oceans.


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I wished that every day was like the ones before, going back to my childhood; outwardly it was as if nothing had changed: in those hopelessly far away years, in the morning after dressing as fast as possible, I ran to my parents to ask my father to take me on a long walk on the beach and then to dive into the weak but deep blue-green warm waters of the bay. With  the  passing  of  time,  for  my  mother  it  how  much  I  liked  living  in  Nyar  Kaad  had  become intolerable,  the  place  were  my  family  came  from,  even  if  we  were,  at  least  in  part,  remotely originally descended from the north of the Empire. I loved the place where I was born so much that I was never able to consider our house in the far away capital where moved in the following years, as  my  home. I harbored wonderful  memories  from  my childhood of  long happy  years, as can only exist in memories. Naturally,  the  summer  couldn't  last  forever:  by  the  time  I was  a  young  girl,  my  parents  had announced our imminent departure from Nyar Kaad to move to the capital. Mom had started talking to me about the important people we would have to meet once we reached Adaria, of the balls and the  numerous  events  that  were obligatory  for  whoever  wanted  to  become  part  of  high  society  and maybe, if we met the right people, how we might be able to be received at court. At  the  time  I  was  too  little  to  fully  comprehend  the  social  implications  of  these  events  and  I associated  them  only  with  those  evenings  in  which  my  parents didn't  stay  home  and  my  sister Jennifer and I would be left with the nanny, excluding those rare occasions when we had to go with mom  while  she  and  her  various  friends  and  acquaintances  would  talk  for  hours  about  predictable and  uninteresting  topics.  I,  along  with  the  occasional,  and  according  to  me,  unfortunate  children, was forced to pass entire afternoons sitting on a sofa without practically opening my mouth. I never wanted to leave Nyar Kaad, but my departure never depended on my consent: one rainy day at the end of the summer, when the social season of the small town had been concluded with the ending  of  the  vacations  of  the  rich  settlers  of  the  nearby  Narim,  our  departure  for  Adaria  was decided  upon  and  we  abandoned,  that  at the  time  I  believed  was forever,  the  white  beaches  of  the province of Salaara. For a young girl even a few months can seem like an eternity and our return to our hometown at the time no longer seemed possible. I  remember  painfully  abandoning  the  Dawn's  Light, our  estate, the  following  trip  and  when,  at the  moment  of  disembarkation  going  down  the  gangplank  that  connected  the  ship  to  the  dock,  I found  the  cold  autumn  of  the  northern  regions,  waiting with  its  freezing  grip  ready  to  enclose  my heart,  revealing  to  me  a  nature  that  had  become  a  mirror  of  how  I  felt  in  my  soul.  A  cold  that whispered to me about how I had been separated possibly forever from the sun and the green waters of  the  Nahanshe  sea,  whose  voice,  as  if  far  away,  still  called  me. “Brinn”,  it  repeated,  as  if  it  was saying my name. Each  day  I  waited  for  the  much  desired  return  to  the  ocean shores,  whose  call  you  could  hear, scarcely whispered along the shores of the Nalach: only the seagulls, that I glimpsed sometimes  in the  hottest  days  of  the  brief  northern  summer,  told  me  of  the  far  away  estuary  where  large  river flowed into the sea. I repeated to myself that I wanted to see again one day the shores of the Nahanshe Sea and when that moment arrived that I wouldn't leave again: I kept waiting for that day in the depths of my heart  without letting anything undermine this certainty or suffocate this dream. 

My  return  to  the  ocean  shores  was  a  wish  that  remained  unchanged  in  me  despite  the  natural succession  of  the  years:  I  always  refused  to  bury  my  dreams  underneath  my  immediate  needs, believed by other necessary or set them aside after giving up, coming to consider them impossible. I would never have accepted discovering one day that all my aspirations had been extinguished by an existence lost in a myriad of empty mundane gestures after being forced to turn down a path able to deaden  forever  the  light that  had  illuminated  my  heart  and to be  destined  to  a  dusty  series  of  days one  identical to the other. At that point I would  have only been able to realize  how much time  had passed and what I had given up; I would have only been aware of an unfulfilled happiness in a past relegated to a far off time. I  wasn't  willing  to  accept  a  similar  future:  returning  to  Nyar  Kaad  had  always  been  my  dream, jealously  hidden  in  me,  that  I  could  see  every  time  I  closed  my  eyes-  immobile  and  perfect,  a moment  frozen  in  the  eternal  and  inconstant  waves  of  time;  the  house  on  the  sea,  the  very  white sand, the waves that died on the shoreline, the breeze blowing off the sea every  morning. And  yet, as with every wish  no  matter how much I wished to go back to the bay and the ocean and hear  its voice  again  with  all  my  heart,  this  dream  seemed  to  me,  or  least  I  believed  so,  destined  to  never happen.




A. Algeri is the author of "The Mermaid and the treasure of the Bay", his first published novel. He began writing while he was a teenager, setting most of his stories in the world of Isara, a fantasy universe of his own creation.

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