Title: EDGE OF LIFE
Genre: YA Magical Realism
Word Count: 71000
Sixteen year old, Pippa Knightly, has low expectations of her new life after her mother's death, but after a freak accident she dreams of a mysterious, stunningly attractive boy, Joshua, and on awakening, is disturbed to find the dreams and reality merging in a way that makes her question her own sanity. Particularly when she reads in a newspaper archive that he was murdered alongside his family two years ago, by his father. Drawn inexorably to him, Pippa slowly begins to learn the truth about Joshua, and the danger them being together brings to them both. Most girls, at this point, would run a mile, but Pippa isn't most girls. Instead, she realises that murder doesn't necessarily mean you're dead, and throws herself into hunting for Joshua's real killer, to clear his fathers name. However, being with Joshua and hunting killers come at a price, one she has to decide if she is prepared to pay.
The distance between me and the ground was about five feet I guess. Okay, I’d fallen further than that in the past and survived. Admittedly, on previous tumbles I hadn’t had four stomping hooves to avoid.
‘You nervous?’ I heard Ben call.
I turned to look at him as he sauntered across the yard, his ruffled golden hair flopping into his face over his sky blue eyes. A girl looked over a rustic stable door, admiring his muscles as they bulged through his tight fitting grey top. It was hard to believe he was related to me.
‘No,’ I replied, trying to sound defiant. Why people around here considered this was fun was beyond me? Horses have their own minds, or did people not realise that?
‘I’ll look after you,’ he said, smiling. He squeezed my hand.
‘It’s supposed to be me looking after you. I’m the older one, remember?’
‘Age is just a number,’ he replied.
Despite his reassurances the churning knots in my stomach were getting tighter. Thank God I hadn’t had any breakfast this morning, otherwise it would definitely be making a second appearance.
‘It could be worse,’ he said. ‘It could’ve been raining.’
I looked up at the sky. It was cloudy as per usual. Typical British weather. Something I still wasn’t used to.
‘Hurry up, Ben,’ Dad called. He was waiting with the rest of the group. ‘You’re holding us all up.’
‘Smile,’ Ben instructed as he jogged back across the muddy concrete and effortlessly leapt onto his horse.