Dew Pellucid
Tal Boldo likes to write under pseudonyms that relate to her stories. She published her latest novel, the adult love story, Looking Glass Friends , under the pen name, E. L. Neve, which is not just a pen name but an anagram. If you can unravel they mystery, you will discover a clue to two identities (in honor of the real-life love letters that inspired the novel.)
For her middle grade fantasy, The Sound & The Echoes , she chose the pen name, Dew Pellucid , as a clue to her own name (since her Hebrew name, Tal, means Dew in English). The novel was a Juvenile Fiction Finalist in the National Indie Excellence Awards (2013), and received an Honorable Mention in the Los Angeles Book Festival (2012).
Currently, Tal is working on a revised edition of The Sound & The Echoes, and she is venturing into the world of audio book narration with her first ever production of her novel, Looking Glass Friends.
In the evenings Tal loves to play the piano, in a semi-dark room, and the guitar when she feels like singing.
“It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between them, though the water didn’t look like water at all but like a stream of sapphires. And strangest of all was how see-through everything looked, trees showing through trees, the river showing through heaps of snow. It was all like a daydream, half imagination, half reality. But Will knew that it was real.”
“It was a cold, bleak December morning in Alaska, a place so far north on planet Earth that if there were such things as popsicle people, they could live there quite comfortably.”
“What you look like and how great you are rarely go hand in hand. Otherwise, we’d have no trouble judging good men from bad, now would we?”
“Christmas ribbons decked every crystal ball knocker on every sparkling door as far as the eye could see. Through the snowy streets of the Veiled Village, Echoes and Sounds rushed to and fro, their shimmering clothes looking like pouring rain or ice or waves. Before them multi-colored parcels fluttered like strange birds carried on small see-through wings, and every once in a while two parcels would collide and rain down gifts.”
“Echoes can’t read minds. But when you get to know someone very well, you can read their expressions. Pay attention. It will happen to you too.”