Monday, October 29, 2012

Trick or Treat #K1 - THE FATAL CROWN

Title: The Fatal Crown 
Category: YA 
Genre: Fantasy 
Word Count: 73,000

Seventeen-year-old Taela isn’t a murderer but when her sister is arrested for treason and executed, she vows to kill, Hawke, the man responsible, even if he’s the kingdom’s only hope for salvation.  Learning that innocent men are being turned into drone soldiers for the king’s army, Taela rethinks her vendetta and makes a truce. Their fragile alliance will be put to the test when Taela discovers the truth about her sister’s death, and it forever ties Taela’s destiny to the very man she wants to destroy. 

Question 1: In your MC's voice, what costumed character do you relate most to and why?
I would dress as Batman because he, too, lost his parents and seeks revenge.  He is a man of principle and, like me, won't let those who destroyed his family get away with it. 

Question 2: As an author, what makes your manuscript a tasty treat (aka unique/marketable)?
My manuscript is a tasty treat because it features a distinctive voice with plenty of action and tension.  It also has a strong female main character the reader will want to root for.

First 200 Words:
Taela wasn’t a thief, not usually, but sometimes folks had to do unpleasant things for the sake of the people they loved.  Like keep secrets or steal from their own families. 

Or even commit murder. 

She slipped into the cool darkness of the storage shed and quietly latched the door.  She took a deep breath to calm herself.  At least, after tonight, it would finally be over.  She would fulfill her promise, no matter what it cost or how much it frightened her.  

Ribbons of moonlight shone through the slats of the old wooden structure, falling across the crates, casks and barrels stacked around her.  She had to be quick.  She rummaged through a crate, grabbed a handful of dried apricots and few shriveled potatoes and stuffed them into her pack.

Standing on tiptoe, she reached up to the top shelf for the stoneware crock that held last season’s summerbeans.  It felt smooth and cool in her hands.  She slid the container to the edge and eased it off the shelf, but it was heavier than she expected.  Before she could get a good grip, the crock slipped, fell to the dirt floor and shattered with a crash.