Title: KIDS OF KINGDOM
Word Count: 81,000
Genre: Contemporary YA Fantasy
Maxine Protega isn’t a hero. She’s a fourteen year old girl destined to destroy magic and determined to survive.
When Max learns that she is the subject of a prophecy in which the future of magic hinges on a choice that she has to make, she panics. Joining forces with a guy she hates and her mildly annoying best friend, they enlist the help of a senile, milkshake-chugging coot with a bad lumbago and monkey on his back. Matters escalate when a mark, seared into her skin, chains her to the Abraxsus, magic’s creator, successfully ruining any chance she had of getting her life back. Hunted by old friends, assassins, and others unknown, Max comes to realize that some choices aren’t about doing what’s right or wrong; that there’s a grey area she must step into in order to survive. And it’s living in that grey area that she loses herself.
Drawing on the power of Abraxsus through the brand, Max nearly kills two warring armies and the innocent women and children trapped in the conflict. With the comfort of home in tatters, good friends dead, and demons both personal and real haunting her every step, Max questions the innocence of magic, wondering if the world would be better—safer—without it. What she doesn’t know, however, is how intricately woven magic and life truly are. In destroying magic, she will kill her enemies, but at the price of killing everyone she’s grown to love as well.
Max grabbed a hold of Fabian’s face and squished his cheeks together as they wrestled on the plush blue rug they nicknamed ‘the cookie monster’. Fabian mimicked her actions, drawing her scrunched features as close as he could before sticking his tongue out and licking her cheek and nose.
“Eww,” Max said, rubbing the saliva off her face with the back of her hand. “No licking, Fabian.”
“But you taste like my sister,” he replied with a giggle.
Max stood and placed her hands delicately on her waist. She raised her chin and looked down her nose at her seven year old brother. Having seen the I’m-not-your-sister-I’m-a-princess act a hundred times before, Fabian groaned and fell back on the rug, flinging his arms out to either side as if he were about to start a snow angel.
“I am a limp noodle,” he professed, refusing to give in to his sister girly fantasy. “And one day, I will be spaghetti. You will try to twirl me around your spoon, but I will escape and smack you on the chin with my noodlie goodness.”
“You don’t eat spaghetti with a spoon booger breath. You eat it with chopsticks,”
Fabian sat up, abandoning his dreams of pasta-hood. “Do you think I’ll ever be as good a empath as Dad?” From his slouched shoulders and the tinge of sadness is his voice, Max knew he wasn’t expecting a positive answer.
Used to his abrupt change of subjects, she shed her queenly persona and sat down next to her brother. Even at seven, Fabian knew his Manipulating Ability wasn’t as strong as most.