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384 pages, Hardcover
First published August 29, 2023
Here was a fact: three was the unluckiest of all numbers. It was the number of wretched older sisters Seraphina had; it was the number of times per day she had to visit the mad king in his chambers; it was the number of days it took a person to die of the mori roja.
Her name was Seraphina Blum. She was a Jew who had survived the plague because she was a pretty girl with sad eyes who happened to look like a dead princess.
And that was the most beautiful lie of all.
Eldridge Hall was a castle built on lies.
And that was the most beautiful lie of all.
A Multitude of Dreams is my fifth published novel, but it’s a first for me in many ways. I was interested in playing with the idea of an unconventional retelling, but more importantly, I wanted to include Jewish representation—an integral part of my identity that I’ve always wanted to tie in to my fantasy writing.So, there we have it -- a Poe retelling with a secretly Jewish princess shut up inside a castle while a deadly plague ravages the country around, and there are monsters, because, apparently, the gothic genre demands them (even though, aside from the plague itself, there are no monsters in Poe's "The Masque of the Red Death").
I’m a fan of many of Poe’s works, but “The Masque of the Red Death” has long been my favorite. I love the imagery of the colored rooms, the idea of nobles dancing at a masquerade ball while the world around them rots, and the final twist that reminds us that no one escapes death, not even princes.
All of these things led me to write about a princess and a grave digger, neither of whom is who they appear to be, and the bizarre circumstances that bring them together. Of course, I started drafting this book years before we’d all be living through a plague of sorts, before I’d come to understand the concept of social distancing or lockdowns. The Petrarch quote at the beginning of this book speaks to how I conceived of plagues before I experienced one for myself; they really did seem like some kind of fable from the past to me, back then. Pretty naive, in retrospect.
But hey, at least our plague didn’t include vampires.