Saturday, October 20, 2012

Spooktacular Pitch #23: RUNNING FROM SHADOWS

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Genre: Young Adult Paranormal Romance
Word Count: 77,000 words

3 Line Pitch:

High school senior Greta Shore has lost her magickal abilities, a shadow demon has marked her for death, she's being forced to marry against her will and, to top it off, she just found out she's a unicorn shifter. As if all that weren't bad enough, she promptly falls for the shadow, putting her entire coven at risk and setting both unicorns and demons against her. But with the future of mankind hanging on the death of the boy she loves, will Greta choose to kill?

First 250:

The giant oaks of the Red Forest loomed above me. Unease prickled down my spine. Something else was in the woods. Lurking in the shadows. Watching me. I froze mid-step, ice in my veins. Peered into the darkness with my breath caught in my throat.

Haven slammed into my back. “Greta, seriously?”

A shiver rippled through me. The thing in the shadows had taken my attention so completely I’d forgotten that my two best friends trailed behind me. What was that thing? Had I imagined it?

When I didn’t answer she stomped in front of me. “Don’t just stop like that.” Haven smoothed a loose strand of pink hair behind her ear. “Damn. Maybe I should take the lead.”

“Whatever, girl.” I risked a quick glance over Haven’s shoulder toward the shadowy figure. Gone.

“What are you looking at?” She followed my gaze.

Jill joined us, her blond hair swaying over her shoulders as she bobbed her head up and down. The giddy smile on her face said she might start clapping at any second. “Ooh, I hope it’s something witchy and dangerous.”

Jill was ecstatic to cast a spell with us. Haven hadn’t ever asked her and I’d never been skilled enough to lead a circle. Until now. I took a deep breath. Was I crazy for needing to do this? For wanting answers?

Part of me had always felt carved out. Missing. Today, I was hoping to find a reason.

“Probably just a deer. Come on.” I gave Haven the let’s-move look and marched past both of them.

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