Dear Ms. Marini,
I read on Literary Rambles that you are seeking a fresh take
on YA paranormal and I believe I have accomplished that with THE THINGS THAT
ARE and I hope you agree.
Sixteen-year-old Brooks Hartwel has stopped trying to save
the murder victims she sees in her prophetic dreams. Clashes with police, a
strained relationship with her mom, and a lifetime supply of psych meds hardly
seems worth her failed attempts. Besides, screwing up her life for strangers is
a bit too heroic, even for her.
Then her dreams become personal--she is the next murder
victim. Unable to ignore her impending death, she races to reveal the killer
before he finds her. But instead she discovers her prophetic dreams are linked
to a society of demigods responsible for her father’s death and the boy she
loves is one of them.
The Society of Soteira was created to rule man in secrecy,
but a rogue group of demigods has formed and are wickedly determined to see
Brooks dead. Or so she thinks. As she plunges into the mysterious world of the
Soteirans, she learns that all is not as it seems and she must unravel the truth
and choose her own fate, even if it means losing the boy she loves and in the
end her life.
THE THINGS THAT ARE is a young adult, paranormal novel
complete at 112,000 words. Though a stand-alone novel, it is the first of a
planned trilogy with the second and third books titled THE THINGS THAT WERE and
THE THINGS THAT ARE TO BE.
As instructed I have included the first 250 words below. If
you are interested I would be happy to provide the complete manuscript. Thank
you for your time and consideration.
THE THINGS THAT ARE
Stalker. That was what everyone at school would call me if I
were caught. But honestly, I could care less.
I peeked over the bushes again. He was sitting on the wooden
porch swing with his legs resting on the railing in front of him and his phone
pressed to his ear. If I had to listen to one more round of I’m sorry baby and you’re right baby, I was going to voluntarily face the humiliation
and give myself up.
Hiding outside of my rival Christina’s house was not a planned
event. It was an unfortunate event caused by a momentary hiccup in my sanity.
We needed more ice for the barn party, so I had volunteered and took the
opportunity to drive by her house on the way back from The Quick Stop. But, I
didn’t just drive by. I hid the car and physically sneaked around her house, to
try and catch a glimpse inside. Now I was stuck crouching behind the prickly
hedges in her front yard because some boy had stormed outside onto her front
porch before I could escape. I think he was arguing with his girlfriend. If he had a girlfriend, maybe he shouldn’t be
at another girls house, but that was none of my business. My business was
finding a way to get back to Sam’s car that was parked halfway up the street
before she sent out a search party or before I was spotted.