Son of a Pitch YA Entry: Broken
Title: Broken
Age and Genre: YA Fantasy – MagicalWord Count: 74K
Query:Kylie Minor can recite the history of her people. She knows how wizards once placed witches on pedestals and fought for their attention. How overzealous human morality hunts complete with stake burnings and drownings changed their existence. How witches turned to the wizards for protection and were forced into subservient roles. How they went from being deities to doormats. It’s no wonder the witches are hiding. Waiting around for your power to be drained does not sound like a good time. But Kylie’s pretty low on the social scale, so she’s not that worried about becoming someone’s slave/wife. All she wants is to celebrate her seventeenth birthday, figure out why there is a wizard following her, and stop living in the shadows.Ty Jessup has been dreaming of a position on the Wizard council for years. He only took the job as witch hunter to pad his resume, not because he agreed with their ways. Watching his mother wither as her magic was drained led him to understand why the witches took off in the first place. But now the council will not take him seriously unless he’s betrothed to a witch. The more powerful the witch, the higher his stock will be since her power will become his. But Ty’s power is strong enough and he’s not willing to betroth a witch just to become a candidate. Yet.As both the mass wedding ceremony and council meeting approach, the final chance to revoke the tenets and by laws is coming up. There are those willing to destroy the future in order to maintain the present. Change is hard. But Kylie and Ty must choose between fighting for what they want and fighting for what’s right. When those two do not align, sacrifice is required.
FIRST 250 The high moon hid behind a blanket of clouds as blue light crawled through the yard like slow rolling fog, slithering over the steps and slipping under the door. Magic glided across Marta’s skin. She sat up, scanning her room and sensing the source of the intrusion. Whatever enchantment entered her house, it did so by permeating her wards.She slipped her feet from beneath the covers to the hard wood floor and waited. Her body complained about the sudden move. Old bones wanted rest, not to investigate sinister shadows creeping in the night. But power pulsed from the strange presence in her house. And strange presences were not welcome, especially ones that violated protection wards. Light flickering from beneath Kylie’s bedroom door drew Marta down the hall. Her pained steps quickened. Was that blasted child testing her magic at this late hour? Surely not. She knew the rules. Marta opened the door, ready to punish the child, in excess if needed. Across the room, Kylie lay asleep in the bed. Darkness shrouded everything, except for the light streaming from the siombol on the back of her neck. Her witch’s mark glowed like a brilliant star. Marta drew closer, wanting to touch the girl. Who was she? This stranger with brown eyes and a complex siombol. She’d attempted to mask Kylie’s magic to hide her, but doing so was like denying sunlight to a sprig destined to become a mighty tree. Long fingers of panic gripped Marta. What if she had made too many mistakes?
Age and Genre: YA Fantasy – MagicalWord Count: 74K
Query:Kylie Minor can recite the history of her people. She knows how wizards once placed witches on pedestals and fought for their attention. How overzealous human morality hunts complete with stake burnings and drownings changed their existence. How witches turned to the wizards for protection and were forced into subservient roles. How they went from being deities to doormats. It’s no wonder the witches are hiding. Waiting around for your power to be drained does not sound like a good time. But Kylie’s pretty low on the social scale, so she’s not that worried about becoming someone’s slave/wife. All she wants is to celebrate her seventeenth birthday, figure out why there is a wizard following her, and stop living in the shadows.Ty Jessup has been dreaming of a position on the Wizard council for years. He only took the job as witch hunter to pad his resume, not because he agreed with their ways. Watching his mother wither as her magic was drained led him to understand why the witches took off in the first place. But now the council will not take him seriously unless he’s betrothed to a witch. The more powerful the witch, the higher his stock will be since her power will become his. But Ty’s power is strong enough and he’s not willing to betroth a witch just to become a candidate. Yet.As both the mass wedding ceremony and council meeting approach, the final chance to revoke the tenets and by laws is coming up. There are those willing to destroy the future in order to maintain the present. Change is hard. But Kylie and Ty must choose between fighting for what they want and fighting for what’s right. When those two do not align, sacrifice is required.
FIRST 250 The high moon hid behind a blanket of clouds as blue light crawled through the yard like slow rolling fog, slithering over the steps and slipping under the door. Magic glided across Marta’s skin. She sat up, scanning her room and sensing the source of the intrusion. Whatever enchantment entered her house, it did so by permeating her wards.She slipped her feet from beneath the covers to the hard wood floor and waited. Her body complained about the sudden move. Old bones wanted rest, not to investigate sinister shadows creeping in the night. But power pulsed from the strange presence in her house. And strange presences were not welcome, especially ones that violated protection wards. Light flickering from beneath Kylie’s bedroom door drew Marta down the hall. Her pained steps quickened. Was that blasted child testing her magic at this late hour? Surely not. She knew the rules. Marta opened the door, ready to punish the child, in excess if needed. Across the room, Kylie lay asleep in the bed. Darkness shrouded everything, except for the light streaming from the siombol on the back of her neck. Her witch’s mark glowed like a brilliant star. Marta drew closer, wanting to touch the girl. Who was she? This stranger with brown eyes and a complex siombol. She’d attempted to mask Kylie’s magic to hide her, but doing so was like denying sunlight to a sprig destined to become a mighty tree. Long fingers of panic gripped Marta. What if she had made too many mistakes?
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