Title: BEYOND CHAINS AND STARS
Genre: YA Sci-fi
Word count: 90,000
When slavers steal Juhan and his twin sister Chosi from their planet of psychics, their only comfort is in the fact that they’re together. When they are separated at auction, Juhan swears to find his sister, no matter the cost.
Juhan is bought by the daughter of a political scion, Sadi Renult. Caught in her glittering world of intrigue and politics, Juhan is startled to find she is planning to lie to the entire galaxy in a desperate attempt to win Juhan’s people’s freedom. But as his vow and Sadi's lies takes them across galaxies, he begins to see that his young owner is more than an arrogant rich girl. And he has to consider the cost of his promise—especially when people they both care for begin to die.
Meanwhile, Chosi is sold into blood sport. With her psychic ability, she earns a precarious position of value within the gladiator school, training the draken—wild creatures of smoke and fire—for the arena. In the midst of that hell, she forges a friendship with the slave Jemes and the draken she cares for. But when her defiance results in Jemes’ brutal killing in the arena, Chosi contemplates suicide as an escape from her chains. Yet, she can't forget the brother who promised to find her, and even as she welcomes death and risk, she clings to that promise.
When Juhan demonstrates just how far he’ll go to rescue his sister, Chosi finally decides what she is willing to do to help herself.
BEYOND CHAINS AND STARS should appeal to fans of Glow and Across the Universe. I am an active member of YaLitchat and a founder of the blog Writerly Rejects. Thank you for your consideration.
Creatures of the sky are not meant to be in water, yet here I am. All because I made a stupid dare with my brother. Again.
As the warm water closes around me, crushing my mothwings to my back, I fight the urge to gulp for breath. I have to relax. I’m safe, with the amphibious gel. I don’t need to breathe as long as I have it to filter my ogxygen. I stretch my mind, feeling the eels and fish, the dim awareness of the plant life, the peaceful edge of sentries in the treetops. If I try hard enough, I can see them with my mind—the pale color of their skin, the soft silk of fur at their backs and ankles and wrists, streaming in the wind as they fly through the treetops. I should be there, in the trees. Not bogged down by water and unable to fly.
An eel darts past, and I pull away but it’s already vanished. I look around—I’m alone. Which means Juhan’tr is about to back out of his end of the dare.
Get your skinny ass in here,- I demand on a psychic thread, my mind to his, twisting to look through the water to the surface.
I feel the wicked edge of intent before he dives and I jerk backwards, almost out of his grasp. His long hands close around my ankle and I thrash, irritation swamping me. I open my mouth to inhale and shout at him.