Becoming a witch isn’t what sixteen-year-old Hannah Slaughtery expects when she enrolls in an exclusive boarding school. Neither is fighting against monsters she doesn’t believe in.
After an aerial assault by mythical basilisks, Hannah discovers she’s one of five students that make up the next generation of Partizans, a band of supernatural warriors whose origins date back to the dawn of man. In order to stand against a ruthless and tyrannical empire of demons, Hannah must make a choice. She can refuse her calling and enter a supernatural witness protection program to save her adopted family, or overcome her fear and accept her battle-filled legacy.
Regardless of her decision, there’s one thing Hannah knows for sure: the carefree days of her youth have come to a screeching halt.
THE PARTIZANS, is a completed 74,000 word YA paranormal with series potential. I saw in an interview on the blog Shiny that you are seeking works with a fresh take on the paranormal and a fully realized world, which has been my goal with this manuscript. It meshes together several different paranormal creatures with classic mythology and will appeal to fans of the Hex Hall series.
Per the submission guideline, the first 250 words are enclosed below.
Thank you for your consideration and I look forward to hearing from you.
Hannah Slaughtery’s courage faltered as the iron gate creaked open. The late afternoon light filtered through the snow-topped pine trees as she steered her car through the fence, the only thing that seperated
from the rest of the world. Inching forward, something in the wind caused a
shiver to ripple down her spine. It was as if the air was charged with bursts
of electricity. Like something wasn’t quite right, and yet, as she continued
down the drive, she felt protected for the first time in her life. Up ahead was
a security checkpoint with tinted windows manned by a guard with a military
haircut and aviator sunglasses. As he opened the window, Hannah noticed the
faint scent of coconut sunscreen, which struck her as odd. After all, it was
mid-December. Piaculum Academy
“Identification,” he said, surveying the back seat.
She fumbled for her wallet and pulled out her driver’s license, giving him a shy smile, which he didn’t return.
Hannah faced him as he confirmed the honey blonde, blue eyed girl in the picture matched the driver in front of him. He thrust the license back through the window and said, “So you’re Hannah. Huh. Not what I was expecting,”
Her ears registered disappointment, but she didn’t understand why. He certainly didn’t offer any further explanation.
“Just stay on this main road until you get to Garrett Manor. If you get lost, don’t bother using your phone. You won’t get a signal.”
And that was it.