Title: THE COLONY
Genre: Young Adult Soft Science Fiction
Word Count: 79,967
When Anya boarded the ship headed for Earth, the planet lost to humans several centuries ago, she thought she was heading to an empty, dying planet. Nothing could have prepared her for what she found instead, or the implications her discoveries would have on everything she had been taught to believe.
I’m seeking representation for my complete 80,000 word sci-fi dystopian young adult novel, THE COLONY. This book is softer than a traditional sci-fi, using space travel and the future as a backdrop with which to explore real challenges faced by teenagers today.
Anya was a good citizen. She knew the rules of The Colony, and she followed them without question. The Colony always came first. Until she earns a spot on the first voyage back to Earth since her people fled their dying planet hundreds of years ago.
Distanced from the overbearing control of the Founder, Anya begins questioning all she has been taught as she starts to see those close to her, including her father, for who they really are. As war begins brewing between the survivors that were left behind on Earth and the privileged who had the means to escape, Anya must decide if she will stay true to the values she was taught to hold above everything else or if she will abandon all she has known for a boy she has only just met and a people she thought were dead.
THE COLONY will appeal to readers of science fiction, dystopian, and romance books. Fans of Matched, Inside Out, and Across the Universe will be drawn to Anya’s struggles against her controlling government and her love of a boy who represents everything she has been taught to fear.
I am a member of The Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. I have completed the Writer’s Digest University course, Writing the Young Adult Novel and am an avid reader of soft science fiction and dystopian novels.
Her heart raced. Her lungs gasped for air and her body was tight with tension. Her body felt tight with tension as her brain struggled to remember where she was. She tried to grasp onto her identity, but the memories were too fleeting. Thoughts formed then separated, blurring together into a nebula of confusion.
A piercing squeal broke through her fragmented mind, followed by a high-pitched voice buzzing from somewhere above her head. “Please prepare for landing.”
The noise intrigued her. Her eyes darted along the walls and ceiling, searching for the source. They alighted on a small, circular grate. Speaker. Her brain attached to the word, and with it came a flood of memories. Pieces of her past, of her identity, returned to her drug-addled brain. I am Anya Stryder. I am 15. I am onboard the Odysseus.
Relief washed over her. They had finally arrived. And thanks to the Sleep-Comma, the forty-eight week journey had been nothing more than a confused blur.
She tried sitting up and instantly regretted her decision. A wave of nausea assaulted her and her arm tensed with pain. An unbearable pinching sensation accompanied even the slightest movement.
She turned her head and saw a tube snaking its way from somewhere overhead into the IV that was ruthlessly impeding her arm. The tube was empty, devoid of the drugs that had been pumped through her veins until only recently. Reaching out with her free hand, she teased the IV from the crook of her elbow.