Dear Mystery Agent,
I'm delighted to participate in this round of Agent Inbox,
and offer my submission for your slicing and dicing pleasure.
On the eve of their 13th birthday, Drew and Liz Raven can
only guess what their father really does for a living. Drew thinks he might be
a real-life James Bond. Liz isn’t sure she wants to know. Neither of them is
ready for the truth. By sunrise on their birthday the twins have been initiated
into a secret magic society, witnessed Mom offer herself (and their birthday
cake) as a sacrifice to a demon, and been forced to watch as Dad was dragged
off by a special forces team of Enclave magicians. And supposedly the Enclave
are the good guys.
The Raven twins are thrust into a world of bewitched hair,
soul-sucking leeches and beetlebum fart bombs, where betrayal and friendship
await in unexpected corners. In their quest to clear Dad’s name and save Mom’s
sanity, the twins discover a truly compelling need to toilet paper a local
Enclave magician, and make a quick exit via zipline from an illicit magic bar
where they’re no longer welcome. But saving their parents will require more
than just taming their unpredictable magic and unlocking the family secrets. They
have thirteen days to destroy the demon who framed their dad and possessed
their mom, before he turns the world into a fiery hell and grills the twins up
as his favorite snack--Ravenburgers.
13 Demon Days is a middle-grade urban fantasy novel, and is
complete at 75,000 words. It has been written as a standalone, but my
characters are clamoring for a series. It will appeal to readers who love the
whimsy and magical wonder of Fablehaven and the dark family heritage of Artemis
13 DEMON DAYS
Liz Raven snuggled into her jacket as a cold wind blew up
her spine. It was October, and almost midnight--even the stars were shivering. This
birthday-under-the-stars thing was Mom’s idea, but Dad had jumped on the plan. Her
parents would be thrilled to live in tents in the Amazon, but in her opinion,
parties belonged inside. They were lucky it wasn’t raining.
Behind her, the kitchen door banged open and Liz’s twin came
out. He dropped a present onto the patio table in front of Liz, then dropped
himself into the seat next to her.
“It took forever to wrap,” Drew said in a voice of
long-suffering. “I had to cleverly disguise the shape.”
Liz laughed. The present was clearly a book, and nothing but
a book. “You’re obviously not getting this whole teenage deception thing. It
takes a little more work than that.”
“You’ve always been the better liar--I'll let that be your
special talent,” Drew said. “‘Sides, I was busy making the tag.” He reached
over and nudged the tag into the light from the kitchen window. It read, ‘For
my big sister, on the day she turns into a true teen and gets her first zit.’ Under
the words he’d drawn a smiling face with a birthday crown and an arrow pointing
to one lonely zit on its chin.
“Ha ha, Drew. Very funny.” Liz punched him in the arm. Truth
was, she’d been getting zits for at least a year. A really long year with her
emotions flying all over the place and Drew’s face perfectly clear.
“You’ll turn thirteen two-and-a-half minutes after
me,” Liz said. “It’ll only be fair if a whole year’s worth of zits erupt in a