Please consider my young adult urban fantasy, PRINCE OF CITY NIGHTS, complete at 60,000 words. I love how courteous, professional, and passionate you seem from your online interviews, and I hope my manuscript fits your tastes.
Among the glittering lights and flash advertisements of
To free her sister, Tabby ventures into the outer city districts and finds more than shadows in the darkness. Special law enforcers march the streets, picking up anyone they deem suspicious and never bringing them back. Street scum hunt for easy targets, looking for more than just a meal. A beast stalks Tabby from the alleyways, stinking of rotten flesh.
With so many obstacles and only one clue to her sister’s whereabouts--follow the beast--desperation hits.
Enter Thief, a charming, well-dressed street crim who seems keen to help. Too keen. The people of Shadowglen are never who they appear to be, and Tabby knows Thief’s hiding something. The more secrets she uncovers in the search for her sister, the more she realizes it’s not the shadows on the outside she should watch out for. It’s the shadows within.
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PRINCE OF CITY NIGHTS
Tabby bobbed a curtsy in her Sweet Lolita dress, all frills and ruffles and lace. The closest late-night shoppers stopped to gawk. She kept her head down and resisted the urge to scuttle into the café behind her.
The pink dress clashed with her mini red plaits, she had sweat patches under her sleeves, and the café had mold on the ceiling.
None of that mattered. Frills and ruffles hooked customers, every time.
She swept her arms towards the café entrance and steadied her breath. “Evening. Anyone want an icy drink?”
It was a hot night. The crowd was tired. She was a shop greeter in a novelty dress.
The onlookers edged forward and she encouraged them with what she hoped was a flirty smile.
But oh, to be home in jeans, sipping on a nutri-drink and adding touches of paint to the newest picture on her bedroom wall. Away from the lights and the noise and the masses of people.
Her gaze snagged on a man. He was leaning against a shop window across the bustling plaza square. There was nothing overly noticeable about him, but his stare raked her dress in a way that made her shudder. His internal shadows billowed like dark clouds before a storm.
Everyone had shadows. His were worse. His needed to be dealt with.