Dear Mystery Agent,
Rydan is the only one of his people with the ability to wield
magic. He’s treated like a god, a prince, cherished for his talent to bend the
fabric of the universe to his will. In the war against the Liasam, he is their
On the other side of the battlefield, Akara attempts to counter
Rydan’s power with magic she knows little about. Her people hold her captive,
forcing her to use a gift only she is able to command. When Akara succumbs to
Rydan’s mastery, her side loses, and she is sentenced to death as a symbol of the
end of war.
If there’s only one death after the slaughter on the battlefield,
Rydan can live with that. Until he discovers Akara has the same symbol as he,
tattooed on the back of her neck. Knowing hidden truths will die with her, he
throws away his status as his people’s golden boy and saves Akara from her
Finding out who they are does more than curb curiosity. It burdens
them with the responsibility of saving a world which is literally crumbling under
their feet. Rydan desires to be the hero again, lofted high in praise on the
shoulders of his people. He begs Akara to help him in the quest.
But Akara doesn’t believe there is anyone in the world worth
FRACTION OF STONE is YA Fantasy complete at 65,000 words.
Readers who relished in the lyrical writing of Laini Taylor’s Daughter of Smoke
and Bone and immersed themselves in the contrasting world views of June and Day
in Marie Lu’s Legend will find themselves drawn to this tale. A complete manuscript
is available upon request.
Thank you for your time and consideration and I look forward
to hearing from you.
FRACTION OF STONE
The chains around her wrists jingled, echoing off the stone
walls, a cheery sound out of place. If she closed her eyes and moved her arms
again it would seem as though she were listening to a wind chime, twittering in
the breeze. But the cold metal was not a wind chime. It was a tether, a leash,
holding her captive in the belly of her city.
She could have called it her room, for it was where she
slept, where she ate. The situation would seem more bleak once the drugs wore
off, sending her into a depression of why she even bothered to live.
She had no choice, that’s why. They needed her and refused
to let her die. They kept her down there in an almost comatose state until it
was time for her to work her magic.
The cell swayed and whirled, like a small boat in the ocean.
A state she was so used to it felt more real than normal. She never smiled,
that had been stolen long ago. But if she did it would be in this dreamlike
Scraping of the heavy wooden door down the hall caused her
head to float up, searching for the person among the sea of swirling colors.
The large blur was who she expected and though she knew she should feel
something, she was unable to summon emotion.
“It is time again, girl. Your people need you.”