Dear Ms. Testerman,
Whether Eri’s link to the creatures is a gift or a curse
remains undecided. Either way, it will kill her.
Driven by a physical and emotional connection to the beasts
plaguing the planet, Eri finds herself running without fear toward oncoming
death. Knowing that whatever beckons from the darkness craves her flesh is not
enough to stop her. The calling is too powerful. A Protector emerges from the
shroud of night and beheads the oncoming beast a sword’s length away from Eri’s
demise--the secret guardians exist.
After another episode of the calling draws her into the
forbidden, Eri finds that she is not the only one with the link; a boy her age,
Finnley, seeks the beasts too. Their secret bond forges an unexpected
friendship giving Eri a way to handle the building emotional turmoil. Over
time, Eri and Finnley realize they hold the innate qualifications to become one
of the mysterious Protectors watching over their village, but since Eri has the
unfortunate turn of luck being born a girl, she is stuck with the ability to
save her people without permission to do so. Only men can be Protectors.
Eri must hide the inner chaos and follow a path she does not
want while the path that has chosen her repeatedly threatens her life.
Finnley receives the opportunity Eri desires--that of
becoming a Protector. He vows to teach Eri everything he learns, eventually
bringing veteran Protector Grayson into the mix. Grayson’s involvement throws
Eri’s life more out of whack when she develops another uncontrollable emotional
pull in a direction she should not explore.
Because you’ve represented XVI and Evermore, I think
you might be interested in my novel, MY PROTECTOR: THE CALLING, a 67,000 word
Thank you for your time and consideration.
MY PROTECTOR: THE CALLING
Going to the river alone is forbidden: especially at this
hour. Knowing this clear-cut rule of our people did not stop me from stepping off
the gravel path and walking deep into the vacant field. I no longer controlled
Anger thrummed inside me as I drifted closer to the water. If
it was even anger that forced me on this perilous course. I had never felt
anger in my fingers. Whatever this was, it spiked across my synapses, pricked
my nerve endings, and riveted my senses. Summoning and magnetic, I was pulled
toward the unknown.
I didn’t belong here. I knew better. I should run in the
opposite direction, back to our village. I could not turn away. With each step
into the darkness, the foreign emotion intensified, guiding me forward. I
surrendered to the aggression. I had no choice.
I heard the warning bell like everyone else. My people fled
for safety into the closest shelter possible. Not me.
A few more steps and I would see the river through the trees
if the waning light consented. The coursing water rushed along mirroring my heightened
flow of adrenaline. The sensory overload amplified, the calling grew louder,
becoming hypnotic. Driving me like a machine, steering me down a path I would
not otherwise take.
I should not be here.
The bell clanged again, this time with faster frequency.
I froze. Not because I knew better or because I needed to sprint home like