So I wrote it, and revised it, and crossed my fingers that someone would want to publish it. I knew that Isda’s story would be relatable to many, and that the gilded atmosphere of her opera house home, along with the magic of the music and the pull of the romance and betrayal, would be things that YA readers could connect to.
I’d written several books before this one and had tried to get an agent for years, so I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to finally “break in” with this one, but I certainly hoped it would work. As soon as I imagined a 17-year-old girl version of the Phantom, I couldn’t not write her story. I thought that maybe others out there would be able to identify with his story like I had. Everyone, at some point in their lives, has felt like an outcast. I’ve loved Phantom of the Opera since I was small, and when I finally saw the play on Broadway as an adult, I realized just how compelling a story from the Phantom’s perspective could be because I think there’s something so universal about that feeling of rejection. For even as she struggles with her growing feelings for Emeric, she learns that in order to take charge of her own destiny, she must become the monster the world tried to drown in the first place. But the price of freedom is steeper than Isda could ever know. Haunted by this possibility, Isda spends more and more time with Emeric, searching for answers in his music and his past. His voice is unlike any she’s ever heard, but the real shock comes when she finds in his memories hints of a way to finally break free of her gilded prison. īut Isda breaks Cyril’s cardinal rule when she meets Emeric Rodin, a charming boy who throws her quiet, solitary life out of balance. For if anyone discovers she survived, Isda and Cyril would pay with their lives. All he asks in return is that she use her power to keep ticket sales high-and that she stay out of sight. Since that day, he has given her sanctuary from the murderous world outside. Ĭast into a well at birth for being one of the magical few who can manipulate memories when people sing, she was saved by Cyril, the opera house’s owner. At least not beyond the opulent walls of the opera house.
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