Title: SHADOW'S RETURN
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 90,000
As your agency states an interest in Young Adult fiction, I thought you might be interested in seeing my contemporary fantasy for older YA readers, SHADOW’S RETURN.
As a dragon, normalcy never applied to seventeen-year-old Serka. Her main concerns primarily used to be struggling with her feelings for her best friend Callan and whether or not her claws were sharp enough for battle. Now though, with the war between the mythological races at a boiling point and the Circle of Ten still missing, her biggest concern is surviving the chaos her world has descended into.
Branded untrustworthy and hated for her fascination with humans, Serka is driven to find answers and takes up detective work. It’s difficult enough when veiling the truth seems to be the pride’s main priority, but when Kyro engineers betrayal and retribution in his game of cat and mouse, she is confronted with the choice of remaining with the pride—once her family, they have become nothing but enemies.
Serka discovers the truth about the Circle of Ten, and that her connection with the ancient guardians lands her a spot on the endangered species list. Except now it is not only her life at stake. In his pursuit for the Circle’s power, Kyro has ensured that the war is ratcheted to the top notch and that certain death is a step behind everyone Serka holds dear.
The novel is complete and runs 90,000 words. As per submission guidelines, I have included the (agent requirements) below. Thank you very much for your time and consideration.
This could go two ways: live or die.
Right now, I’d take death.
The pain came first. Pain. Such an inane word, created by ignorant, naïve fools who knew nothing of true agony. I slumped against the wall, swallowing a scream. My skin prickled, a million stabbing needles, the sensation crystallizing into an acute burn. This isn’t happening. Denying the truth—that’s the way. Despite the beauty and avoidance of voluntary delusion, this was happening.
So soon. Now. I needed to Change, to feel like a dragon again.
But this was just another thing out of my control.
My mental barriers shattered, and I was no longer alone in my thoughts. I sensed the training room’s occupants, their attention focused on the master sparring against today’s first victim.
Serka? You all right?
Don’t bother me, Rekki. I struggled for coherency. Just—please. Don’t.
I didn’t want concern or help, not from anyone, not from the girl who somehow still considered herself the only friend of the hated submissive. Me.
Fireworks exploded in my head in a full sensory onslaught. Everything went mercifully black, but I didn’t pass out. No such luck. My sight returned, but in the other, unfortunate, why-did-it-have-to-happen-now way, shifting and warping with the sensation of falling.
As the colors floated around me, rainbow currents, pain slammed me again. I couldn’t tell if I’d really lost consciousness this time or not. I hovered between real and unreal, surrounded by endless nothing. Except her.
She wanted out.