Title: WHISPERS OF DISASTER
Genre: YA fantasy
Word Count: 65,000
Taylor is tired of secrets.
After seventeen years of being surrounded by whispers, bizarre rumors, and nasty looks, she refuses to go on without knowing why everyone is so afraid of her. She becomes convinced the truth lies with her father.
Digging into his past gets her an inside look at a mysterious group. A group who, Taylor quickly learns, expects her to join them. Powerful and secretive, it is an honor to become a Maaylina. But her aunt Cynthia leads with violence and fear which makes Taylor wonder if she really has a choice. That’s okay with her as long as it means getting answers, but even the Maaylina are hiding things from her. And Taylor is tired of secrets.
Sick of sitting around waiting for Cynthia to let her in on the big secret Taylor defies direct orders and follows a group of Maaylian men to Guatemala on one of their secret “missions”. Inside a crowded airport Taylor watches helplessly as they cause the roof of the airport to collapse—crushing hundreds of people.
In this terrifying initiation into the Maaylina’s true purpose Taylor learns they don’t just believe in fate, they believe they are fate. Burning buildings, car accidents, wars. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of deaths, all caused by Taylor’s own family. But she doesn’t buy it. She doesn’t believe in fate.
Taylor considers them murderers, and refuses to join. The Maaylina consider her a traitor, and they have killed for much less.
Taylor took one long, deep breath before opening the door to her own personal hell.
Two dozen heads turned to look at her as she walked in. Then the whispers began.
"Why doesn't she just stay home?" one girl said.
Taylor forced her eyes straight ahead. She was used to the comments.
“I swear, I shiver every time I look into her eyes," a boy whispered.
“Then don’t,” his friend said next to him. “I bet she’d curse you!”
Sometimes it was like a game, guessing which angle they’d try each day, which new rumor they’d come up with next. If only it didn’t make her skin crawl.
Taylor pushed the anger down and sat at her desk. She was good at hiding, but as much as she tried, her thick skin wasn’t indestructible. They still got to her.
But she would never show them how much.
Just as she was about to pull out an old letter, hidden among her pile of books, a deep sound caught her attention. Turning her head slowly, she saw a pretty blonde girl smiling sweetly. A girl Taylor had never seen before.
"Yes?" Taylor asked.
"Can I ask you a question?" she whispered.
"Go right ahead." Taylor hardly expected a sleep over invitation.
"What's it like having a murderer for a father?" the girl said more loudly, her smile as big as ever.