Dear Ms. Testerman,
As you represent strong authors such as Thomas E. Sniegoski
and Maureen Johnson, I hoped you might be interested in my YA book of fiction,
MIRANDA DEPAYENS AND THE SPEAR OF DESTINY.
MAD. That’s what friends call sixteen-year-old Miranda
Depayens. It may be Miranda’s initials, but lately she wonders if it’s not her
mental status. The haunting vision that plagues her sanity now comes more
frequent and violent.
Never having met her biological father, Miranda lives with a
neglectful mother and step-father, and longs for the day she graduates high
school. She has but two and half more years of hell to survive, and Miranda can
Within the blink of any eye, her plans are changed...
by the note...
by the ring...
by the Templars, and most of all...
by the Solomon Priest.
Raised an atheist, Miranda soon comes to question all she
has ever believed, when learning of her family’s legacy. Miranda takes an
emotional, spiritual, and magical journey, as she finally lets down her guard,
and allows herself to trust those around her.
Now, Miranda must risk losing the love and acceptance that
she has found, in order to help the Templars and the Solomon Priest recover the
Spear of Destiny from the evil demon, and send him back to hell, before he
changes the course of history.
MIRANDA DEPAYENS AND THE SPEAR OF DESTINY is book one of the
Solomon Priest Series. The novel is complete at around 77,000 words, and I have
begun writing the second book of this series, as well as, compiling a book from
the diary entries of the Solomon Priest's battles against evil.
Thank you for your time and consideration.
MIRANDA DEPAYENS AND THE SPEAR OF DESTINY
The forest was ominously silent, but for the pounding of her
running feet, and the occasional snap of a twig. Every so often, a thorn would
catch, and rip at her clothes or delicate skin. Her heart was beating so hard
that she expected, at any moment, her chest to burst. Now, with every breath,
air stung her lungs, but she dare not stop, for fear of loosing this battle.
She didn't hear the beast, but felt him--felt his presence like a sharp icicle scratching
and stabbing at her back. Right on her heels, he lingered. At any second of his
choosing, all he had to do was reach-out, grab her, and her young life would be
extinguished. He toyed with her, but there remained a chance she could
Terror and Adrenaline carried her on legs of an athlete.
Sweat that moments ago ran down her forehead, now stung her eyes, and
threatened an escape. The woods stood dense, dark, and humid. If not for the
moonlight that trickled in from between the trees, she would have been
completely blind. A person could easily get lost in here, and never find
civilization, but finding her way out was not a concern. All concentration had
to be on looking for obstacles in her path, and staying alive. One slip and she
knew she would be dead.
Giving up was not in her nature.