The Nightingale Sings in the Fog
I have this novel called The Nightingale Sings in the Fog. I originally planned it as a four-book series, and I think I'm going to stick with that plan.
It's actually finished. I need to make a few historical corrections and tweak a couple of other small things, but as a whole, it's complete.
It's a dystopian story set in Hungary, where the entire country is surrounded by a massive wall and covered in fog.
It's one of my oldest novel ideas that was actually strong enough to become a full-fledged book.
Honestly, it's a much more refined and carefully planned concept than Valahavándor, the one I'm currently working on.
And if I'm being completely honest, this would make a pretty good choice-driven game too.
It has everything you'd want: mystery, an underground resistance, a touch of magical realism with the fog, the wall, the absence of color, a tram network crisscrossing the entire country, houses that travel endlessly on rails until the end of time, and a tram that everyone has heard stories about but no one has ever actually seen. A little Für Elise, a little unfulfilled love, insane doctors. Smart female protagonists throwing off their chains in a world ruled by men. Domestic and international political intrigue, catacombs where human experiments are carried out.
Hm. Looking at it from this angle... this really is a pretty damn good idea.
It's strange how insanely good this concept actually is, and how little I've truly appreciated it all these years.
Shame on me.
It always felt so natural to me that I never realized how special and original it really is.
Looks like sometimes it really is worth looking at the world upside down, just to catch a glimpse of my own potential.
Because what's completely ordinary to me can be a genuine WOW moment for someone else.