Dear Ms. Kate Schafer Testerman,
The first day of school sucks. Jonathan Stevens expected
becoming a social outcast, getting lost in the halls, and embarrassing himself
over and over in front of cute girls. But falling face-first into a giant hole
caused by an earthquake? Not so much.
Waking in the underbelly of the earth, Jonathan discovers he’s
been kidnapped by a pain-in-the-butt sorceress who insists he is an immortal
and he's on the top of a very long hit list. But Jonathan isn't like any other
immortal. He was created to save the sorceress' realm from the Master, an
overlord with the power to locate immortals strong enough to challenge him
before they are old enough to know how.
The sorceress says he possesses the one power that will
destroy the Master, but neither her nor Jonathan know what it is or how to
trigger it. When the sorceress is captured, Jonathan learns from her allies
that the Master has discovered the means to control mortals as well--and he
intends to test that power on Jonathan's parents. To destroy the most dangerous
man in two realms, Jonathan will have to risk his life by triggering an unknown
power too early. And if he fails, his family--as well as every other mortal and
immortal in existence--will suffer for it.
The Privileged is a middle grade fantasy complete at 82,000 words.
Thank you for your consideration.
School can only be defined one way to Jonathan Stevens: foreign.
Walking up to the unfamiliar doors was not just nerve racking, it was
completely horrifying. Each step felt like a boulder crashing down into his
stomach. By the time he got to the top of the staircase, he felt as if he could
collapse from the weight.
He tried to suck in a deep breath to build his confidence,
but could not find any air. How ridiculous it was to be afraid of something so
common and he knew he needed to get over it. After all, he would be facing this
building for the next three years.
Finding the air again, Jonathan took a cautious step forward
and was instantly pulled into the traffic of high school. He was jostled around
until he found a small opening where he could melt into the flow. There were
too many people to consider giving him a second glance and he couldn’t find
anyone to focus on either, so instead he brought his gaze to the hallway
There had to be a sign, some indication of where the front
office was, but he found nothing like that. Colorful posters adorned the walls with
smiling faces and big words campaigning for student government. Pictures of
winning debate teams and national champion dancers hung from the ceiling on
long banners. Fliers littered the floors advertising the upcoming play, the
school prom, and last minute order forms for graduation gowns. As if starting
public school for the first time wasn’t intimidating enough, he had to be
thrown into it in May.