Genre: YOUNG ADULT, URBAN FANTASY
Word Count: 82K
When sixteen-year-old Carly goes temporarily blind in an alley only to witness a gruesome murder in her head, she starts asking questions.
Answers arrive in the form of a Irishman named Liam, who tells Carly that she’s a daemon with the rare gift of Sightlessness. Not only does her gift allow her to telepathically overhear daemons around the world, it qualifies her to join the ancient daemon council, known as the Dominatori. Worried about dragging her father and little sister into this dangerous new world, Carly is on the verge of turning Liam down, until he divulges that her missing mother is dead, murdered by a rival daemon group known as the Dissenters.
Carly agrees to join the Dominatori--as long as Liam vows to help her avenge her mother’s death.
With the help of Liam, two powerful, teenage daemons, and Tyler, her hot best friend, Carly is soon on her way to becoming a lethal member of the daemon council. It seems only a matter of time before her mother’s killer will be brought to justice, until a late-night visit to the Dissenter headquarters reveals that Liam might have more to do with her mother’s murder than he lets on.
Carly must decide if she will risk the safety of her friends and family to find the truth about her mother, or if she will turn a blind eye to Liam’s lies and continue to fight alongside the Dominatori agents she has come to trust.
Complete at 81,000 words, SIGHTLESS combines the struggle between family and individuality found in DIVERGENT with the kick-butt heroine’s journey of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer.” It is my hope that the bizarre daemon powers, plot twists, and character driven narrative will appeal to you, as will the complicated relationship between Carly and her missing mother.
Carly pulled her knees into her chest and stared up at the mass of bodies jumping and screaming above her. Their oppressive heat and the smell of cigarettes was making her head swim. She expected her first time in The Flying Owl to be exciting and sexy, but from where she sat on the floor of the club, she just felt sticky.
Grimacing, she struggled to her feet, using her purse to fend off a drunk brunette that was stumbling around in silver stilettos. Even though the stage was only twenty feet away, she had to strain to see past the impenetrable throng of people in front of her. She was about to give up and get comfortable, when a bearded man in a Metallica t-shirt stepped in front of her, completely blocking the stage. I didn’t lie to my dad and sneak past a bouncer just to stare at the back of this guy’s greasy head! Carly stepped around the Metallica fan, pushed past a couple that were kissing furiously, then ducked under a railing. As she swung up on the other side, she came face to face with a squat, blond security guard. He scowled at her, but before he could say a word, she turned on her heel and dove into a cluster of girls that smelled like artificial lilac and over-ripe fruit.
Her best friend, Tyler, started his guitar solo up on stage. If she stood on tiptoe, Carly could just make out his face.