Query:
Dear Writer's Voice Coaches,
Seventeen-year-old
Jenna Rose is a Majesty, one of the gifted with seriously cool powers. What
isn’t seriously cool is the fact she inherited those powers from her dad. And
they sent him crazy.
In an
attempt to escape his psychotic rage, Jenna and her family move to Delford
Valley, a place that teaches and protects people like her. In exchange for her
education, all The Valley asks for is one thing: that Jenna trains to serve in
the impending war. The ruling family expects unwavering loyalty, and will do
anything, and sacrifice anyone, to make sure it stays that way.
The
more Jenna trains with her gift though, the stranger things become; someone
ransacks her room but the evidence of their search disappears, there are gaps
in her memories, and her dreams are so real she nearly drowns in one of them.
Then the doll’s head shows up, a marker her dad has found them again. Jenna
only has two choices. Stay and train with the risk of going crazy, or face her
dad and risk death.
ILLUSION
OF A MAJESTY is a Young Adult fantasy, complete at 75,000 words with series
potential. It will appeal to readers of Marissa Meyer's The Lunar
Chronicles series, and Kiera Cass's Selection series. I am a blogger with Aussie
Owned and Read.
250 words:
The box, placed so deliberately on our
welcome mat, made my skin prickle the second I opened the front door.
My crazy dad had found us again. We’d made
it almost a year this time. But that little box always brought trouble and it
meant in a few hours, before morning, we’d be gone. Moved on to the next place,
the next school, like we’d never been here at all.
Damn it, I really liked Botany.
I stepped out onto the dark porch and
reached down to pick it up. It was exactly the same shape, weight, and color as
every other one before it. Inside would be exactly the same, too. A doll’s body
– minus the head. He’d already sent us that.
And I’d hidden it.
I threw a quick glance down the hall to
where Mom was watching TV. If I hid this,
too, she’d never know. We could stay in this laid-back beach town. I’d never
have to leave my friends or the cheap, old, station wagon she’d bought me to
learn to drive in.
Despite that thought, there was a name in
this box. Either me, my mom, or my sister Vivien, were about to have some
serious bad luck. I had to find out whose name my dad had sent us. Usually the
head would be enough to figure out if it was me, because while we all had brown
hair, ours eyes were different. Theirs were brown, mine were blue.
The most
recent head had its eyes poked out.
