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招募《决战王妃》简体中文版最佳译者全球招募活动

本年度最光芒万丈的青春、竞存、爱情、末世小说

《决战王妃》系列

THE SELECTION SERIES

THE SELECTION, THE ELITE, THE ONE

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一、译本介绍

《决战王妃》系列（三部）：

《决战王妃》（The Selection）

《背叛之吻》（The Elite）

《真命天女》（The One）

1）作者介绍

绮拉‧凯斯（Kiera Cass）

大学主修历史，也曾修过音乐与戏剧，是个爱做梦、也敢于冒险的新锐作家。她认为：“当生活有许多不如意的时候，我就把这些恼人的事情写进小说里，或许事情还是无法解决，但我因此平复了焦虑的情绪，意外地获得了许多力量。”乐于和读者互动的她，也因《决战王妃》的成功而声名大噪，累积许多死忠粉丝。

2）内容简介

当“饥饿游戏”的生存挑战遇上“甄嬛传”的后宫心斗

当“中国好声音”的节目选秀遇上未来的青春文学

反乌托邦小说& 电视真人秀 & 麻雀变凤凰、王子与公主的童话故事

《决战王妃》——本年度最光芒万丈的浪漫竞存小说

第一部：《决战王妃》

35位女孩。35位敌手。穿着心机的盔甲，她们明白，爱情也只是一种手段……

在社会阶级分明的伊利亚王国，当上王妃是扭转命运的唯一机会。 17岁的亚美利加幸运入选，全家人的未来全都寄托于她。选妃过程将实况转播，全国人民屏息以待。

因为，王妃只有一位。

华服珠宝、美宴佳肴，亚美利加彷佛跃上枝头。她的才华与直率赢得王子的好感，却招来其他女孩危险的妒意。

但这一切根本都不是亚美利加想要的。

一辈子只有一次的竞赛，没有人愿意乖乖照着游戏规则走。

而女孩们不知道的是，看似最受欢迎的亚美利加其实藏了一件不能说的心事── ……

第二部：《背叛之吻》

爱情的深度，如何用竞争来衡量？同时爱上两个人，算不算一种背叛……

从海选的35竞争者，到如今只剩下6名菁英。这场赢得麦克森的爱、争取妃冠的竞选，正如火如荼地进行。然而，越是靠近后冠，亚美利加越不明白自己的心。与麦克森共度的每分每秒都彷佛童话故事，甜美的浪漫氛围几乎令她窒息。

可是，每当看见皇宫卫兵艾斯本──她的初恋情人，她总会想起过去两个人殷切企盼、一起计划的未来……在此同时，亚美利加偶然读到的一本创国者日记，让她遭受晴天霹雳般的震撼。

为何节庆、欢笑会从这个国度消失？为何阶级制度会从黑暗历史中卷土重来？亚美利加企图揭露这重大阴谋，却因此让自己候选人的地位岌岌可危，皇宫更陷入叛军攻坚的危机！

剧情峰回路转，亚美利加对麦克森与艾斯本的感情，也如同云霄飞车般起起落落。同时爱上两个男孩，算不算是自私的背叛？一个17岁的女孩，究竟能承担多少责任？真正的夺妃之战，现在才要展开……

第三部：《真命天女》

唯一的后冠，只留给最想要的人……

决战时刻，谁是王妃？

选妃竞赛给了亚美利加未曾想过的梦幻人生。从进入皇宫的第一天起，亚美利加的心在两个男孩之间不断拉扯,一次又一次为她化解危机的艾斯本，以及感觉越来越强烈的麦克森王子。同时，反叛军的抗争越加剧烈，皇宫里危机四伏，而伊利亚国王似乎隐瞒了足以灭国的身世之谜……亚美利加该如何度过最后一关？为了自己的未来，她将全力一搏！

亚美利加的最终抉择，不仅牵动着伊利亚王国的命运，也紧系着两颗为她跳动的心……

意想不到的精采结局，绝对不能错过！

二、试译内容

EVEN AFTER THE SUBSTANTIAL GREETING party at the airport,the roads leading up to the palace were lined with masses of people calling outtheir well-wishes.

The sad thing was that we weren’t allowed to roll down the windows to acknowledge them.The guard in the front said to think of ourselves as extensions of the royalfamily. Many adored us, but there were people out there who wouldn’t be above hurting us to hurt the prince. Or the monarchy itself.

I was stuck next to Celeste in the car—a special one that had two rows of seats facing eachother in the back and darkened windows—with Ashley andMarlee sitting together in front of us. Marlee beamed as she stared out thewindows, and it was obvious why. Her name was on several of the signs. It wouldbe impossible to count how many admirers she had.

Ashley’s name was sprinkledin there, too, almost as much as Celeste’s, and farmore than mine. Ashley,ever the lady, took not being a runaway favorite in stride.Celeste, I could see, was irritated.

“What do you think she did?”Celeste whispered in my ear, as Marlee and Ashley spoke to each other of home.

“What do you mean?” I whisperedback.

“To be so popular. You think she bribed someone?” Her cold eyes focused in on Marlee as if she was weighing her worthin her head.

“She’s a Four,” I said doubtfully. “She wouldn’t have the means to bribe someone.”

Celeste sucked her teeth. “Please. A girl has more than one way she can pay for what she wants,” she said, and pulled away to look out the window.

It took me a moment to understand what she was suggesting,and it didn’t sit well with me. Not because it wasobvious that someone as innocent as Marlee would never think about sleepingwith someone to get ahead—or even consider breaking alaw—but because it was becoming clear that life at thepalace might be more vicious than I had imagined.

I didn’t have a very goodview coming up to the palace, but I noticed the walls. They were a pale yellow stuccoand very, very high. Guards were placed on top at either side of the wide gatethat swung open as we approached. Inside we were greeted with a long gravel drivethat circled a fountain and led to the front doors, where officials waited towelcome us.

With barely more than a hello, two women took me by thearms and ushered me inside.

“So sorry to rush, miss, but your group is running late,” one said.

“Oh, I’m afraid that’s my fault. I got a little too chatty at the airport.”

“Talking to the crowds?” theother asked in surprise.

They exchanged a look I didn’t understand before they started calling out locationsas we passed.

The dining room was to the right, they told me,and theGreat Room was to the left. I caught a glimpse of sprawling gardens out theglass doors and wished I could stop. Before I could even process where we were going,they pulled me into a huge room full of bustling people.

A swarm parted, and I saw rows of mirrors with peopleworking on girls’ hair and painting their nails.

Clothes hung on racks, and people were shouting thingslike “I found the dye!” and “That makes her look pudgy.”

“Here they are!” I saw a womancoming up to us, clearly the person in charge. “I’m Silvia. We spoke on the phone,” she saidas a means of introduction, then immediately went to work. “First things first. We need ‘before’ pictures. Come over here,” she commanded, pointingus to a chair in the corner in front of a backdrop. “Don’t mind the cameras, ladies. We’ll be doing aspecial on your makeovers, since every girl in Illéa’s going to want to look like you by the time we’re done today.”

Sure enough, teams of people with cameras were wanderingaround the room, zooming in on girls’ shoes, and interviewing them. Once the pictures were done, Silviabegan shouting orders. “Take Lady Celeste to stationfour, Lady Ashley to five … and it looks like they justfinished up at ten. Take Lady Marlee there, and Lady America to six.”

“So here’s the thing,” a short, dark-haired man said, pulling me over to a seat with a sixon the back.

“We need to talk about your image.” He was all business.

“My image?” Wasn’t I just me? Wasn’t that what got me here?

“How do we want to make you look? With that red hair, wecan make you quite the temptress, but if you want to play that kind of thingdown, we can work that out, too,” he saidmatter-of-factly.

“I’m not changing everythingabout me to cater to some guy I don’t even know.”Or like, I added in myhead.

“Oh, my. Do we have an individual here?” he sang, as if I were a child.

“Aren’t we all?”

The man smiled at me. “Fine, then. We won’t change your image, we’ll just enhance it. I need to polish you up a bit, but your aversionto all things fake might just be your greatest asset here. Hold on to that, honey.” He patted me on the back and walked away, sending a group of womenswarming my way.

I didn’t realize that whenhe said “polish,” he meant itliterally. I had women scrub my body because I apparently couldn’t be trusted to do a good enough job on my own. Then every exposedbit of skin was covered with lotions and oils that left me smelling like vanilla,which according to the girl who applied them was one of Maxon’s favorite smells.

After they were done making me smooth and supple,attention was turned to my nails. They were trimmed and buffed and the toughlittle pieces of skin around them were miraculously smoothed away. I told themI’d prefer not to have my nails painted,but they looked so disappointed that I told them they could do my toes. The onegirl picked a nice neutral shade, so it wasn’t too bad.

The team of people who worked on my nails left me foranother girl, and I sat quietly in my chair, waiting for the next round ofbeautification. A camera crew came past, zooming in on my hands.

“Don’t move,” a woman ordered. She squinted at my hand. “Doyou even have anything on your nails?”

“No.”She sighed, got her shot,and moved on.

I heaved a heavy sigh myself. Out of the corner of myeye, I saw a jerking motion just to my right. I looked and saw a girl staringinto nowhere while her leg bounced up and down under a large cape they’d draped over her.

“You okay?” I asked.

My voice shocked her out of her trance. She sighed. “They want to dye my hair blond. They said it would lookbetter with my skin tone. I’m just nervous,I guess.”

She gave me a tight smile, and I returned it.

“You’re Sosie, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled in earnestthen. “And you’re America?” I nodded. “I heard you came in with that Celestegirl. She’s terrible!”

I rolled my eyes. Since we’d arrived, every few minutes the entire room could hear Celesteyelling at some poor maid to bring her something or to get out of

her way.

“You have no idea,” I muttered, andwe both giggled. “Listen, I think your hair’s very pretty.” It was, too. Not too dark,not too light, and very full.

“Thanks.”

“If you don’t want to change it,you shouldn’t have to.”

Sosie smiled, but I could tell she wasn’t completely sure if I was trying to be friendly or holdher back. Before she could say anything, teams of people came to work on us,directing one another so loudly there was no way for us to finish talking.

My hair was washed, conditioned, hydrated, and smoothed.It was long and all one length when I came in—my mom usually cut it, and that was the best she could do—but by the time they were done, it was several inches shorter andhad layers. I liked those; they made my hair catch the light in interestingways.

Some girls got things called highlights, and others, likeSosie, had the color changed completely. But my attendants and I all agreedthat mine should go

untouched in that department.

A very pretty-looking girl did my makeup. I instructedher to go light, and it was nice. Lots of the other girls looked a little olderor younger or just nicer after the makeup. I still looked like me when I was done.Of course, so did Celeste, since she insisted upon piling it on.

I’d gone through mostof this process in a robe, and once they were done fixing me up, I was led overto the racks of clothes. My name was hanging above a bar holding a week’s worth of dresses. I guessed princesses-in-training didn’t wear pants.

The one I ended up in was a cream color. It fell off myshoulders, fit snugly at my waist, and hit just at my knees. The girl helpingme into it called it a day dress. She told me that my evening dresses were alreadyin my room, and the rest of these would go up there as well. Then she placed asilver pin near the top of my dress. My name glittered across it. Finally she putme into shoes she called kitten heels and sent me back to the corner so I couldtake my “after” shot.

From there I was ordered to one of four little stations linedup against the wall. Each had a chair with a backdrop and a camera sitting infront of it.

I sat down as instructed and waited. A woman came up witha clipboard of information in her hand and asked me to be patient while shefound my papers.

“What’s this for?” I asked.

“The makeover special. We’ll be airingone about your arrivals tonight, the makeovers are on Wednesday, and thenFriday you’ll do your first Report. People haveseen your pictures and know a little bit about what was on your applications,” she said as she located her papers and placed them onthe top of her clipboard. Then she laced her fingers together and continued. “But we want to make them really pull for you. And that won’t happen unless they can get to know you. So we’ll just do a little interview here, and you do your best on the Reports, and then don’t be shy when you see us around the palace. We aren’t here every day, but we’ll be around.”

“Okay,” I said meekly. I reallydidn’t want to talk to camera crews. It all felt sointrusive.

“So, America Singer, yes?” sheasked just seconds after a red light lit up on the top of the camera.

“Yes.” I tried to push the nervesout of my voice.

“I have to be honest, you don’tlook like you changed too much to me. Can you tell us what happened in yourmakeover today?”

I thought. “They put layers in myhair. I like that.”

I ran my fingers through the red strands, feeling how softmy hair was after professional care. “Andthey covered me in vanilla lotion. I kind of smell like dessert,” I said, sniffing my arm.

She laughed. “Itis lovely. And that dress really suits you.”

“Thanks,” I said, looking down atmy new clothes. “I don’ttypically wear a lot of dresses, so this is going to take a little getting usedto.”

“That’s right,” my interviewer said. “You’re one of only three Fives in the Selection. How has this experiencebeen so far?”

I searched my head for something that would describe howeverything had felt today. From my disappointment in the square to thesensation of flying to the comfort of Marlee.

“Surprising,” I said.

“I imagine there will be more surprising days to come,” she commented.

“I hope they’re at least a littlecalmer than today,” I said with a sigh.

“How do you feel about your competition so far?”

I swallowed. “Thegirls are all really nice.” With one glaring exception.

“Mm-hmm,” she said, seeingthrough my answer.“So how do you feel about the wayyour makeover turned out? Worried about anyone else’slook?”

I considered that. To say no sounded snotty, to say yessounded needy. “I think the staff has done a great jobbringing out each girl’s individual beauty.”

She smiled and said, “All right, I think that’ll be enough.”

“That’s all?”

三、活动时间

2014.9.28-2014.10.28

四、参与条件
您除了需要具备较高的翻译水平外，还需要考虑以下两个条件：
* 2014年10月至12月期间，是否有充足的时间用于本书翻译。
* 对于欧美冒险、青春、浪漫、科幻、反乌托邦类文学是否有十足兴趣和一定了解。

五、活动规则

参赛者须在活动截止当日（10月28日）或之前将完成的译稿发送至指定邮箱：sample_translation@163.com，并以“姓名-《决战王妃》试译”的格式命名。

邮件中附上译者姓名、邮箱、电话以及主要翻译经历。

六、译者评定
1. 初选

招募期结束后，我们将从收到的试译稿中挑选出若干高质量的译文，并公布初选结果。
2. 终选

初选结果公布之后，将由读者和专家进行评选，从中选出最优篇目，并提交原著作者方最终确认。

七、参与回报
1. 参与并提交试译稿的译者将获赠《决战王妃》系列图书。