Thank you for participating in Krista’s, ‘An Agent’s Inbox’. I very much enjoy her blog and am grateful for the opportunity to introduce you to my work.
I am seeking representation for my realistic young adult/crossover series, The Children of Inaos. The protagonist,
In the first book, Sacrifice, Ava is thrown into servitude after watching her own government murder her mother. She spends three years in captivity, and then reemerges into civilization only to have the King’s murder placed on her head.
Ava flees to the most dangerous part of the country and receives protection from the most feared gang in the land. She falls in love with a member of the gang and is content with hiding. But the government’s relentless pursuit forces Ava to make a stand. She loses what she loves the most, and gains the fervor to hide no longer.
The Children of Inaos: Sacrifice, the first in a four part series, closes at 120,000 words. It is my first non-technical piece, as currently I am an Engineer by trade. I enjoy releasing my creativity through writing, acting in theatrical productions and singing in the local music scene.
Thank you very much for your time and consideration. The first 250 words are found below. A complete manuscript of the first book is available upon request.
THE CHILDREN OF INAOS: SACRIFICE
The man without a name walked silently down the damp, dark hallway. He didn’t need light. He had been here many times before.
If he was any other man, he would think about things, meaningful or insignificant, as he walked along by himself, answering the summons from his boss. But he wasn’t any other man. He was a man without his own name, his own thoughts, his own feelings. An outer shell that encased nothing, because there was nothing inside.
Time didn’t have meaning. He waited till he was summoned, performed the task asked of him, and went back to waiting. If he cared, he might have thought about what he was like before he was nothing, but he didn’t care. He was a tool, a weapon, no more.
At the end of the dark hallway, he grabbed for the handle that couldn’t be seen but was there. With ease he placed the key in the lock and turned it. The earth shattering screams hit him as soon as the door was open a crack.
He didn’t even flinch.
He had the fleeting realization that he wasn’t being summoned for the task that was already underway. He didn’t think to question what he was needed for. What did it matter? He was asked to come, so he came.
The click of the door behind him sealed in the bloodcurdling screams. The man followed the sounds of terror and the pleas of innocence.
When he reached the cell at the end of the hall he stopped in the shadows and waited, watching.