Friday, February 8, 2013

#13

Title: The Complete Guide to Being Evil
Genre: Quirky Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 50,000

Query:

Riches, youth, magic, Kalara has it all. She's a classic evoker--hurling fire, ice, and electricity is her specialty. As her father always said, the classics are important.

Meet Whitcomb, a powerful necromancer who doesn't want anyone discovering he's selling the souls of the dead who go through his funeral home. Kalara finds out he's also a mage, and lets him know they have that in common in an endeavor to network. His response is an attempt to teleport her into the Hudson River, and it almost works. Scared for her life, she elicits the help of a devil.

Enter Evander, son of a devil. He's fresh from failing his final test to join the ranks of Tartarus, and making a deal with a mortal would save him from disgrace. He has Kalara sign an overly fair contract: in return for borrowing his power for five days, she has to give him a heart from one of his enemies so he can eat it and grow stronger. If she fails to deliver the heart, he eats Kalara's instead.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

First Page:
Day 0

Kalara tipped her hand at a dinner party, late Tuesday afternoon. She didn't know the host, Brentley Whitcomb, but that was normal at these events. Only those originally invited had any connection to the host, and they RSVP'd saying how many extras they had, then tried to use the most interesting acquaintances they had as a way to be the most impressive at the party. All she knew about him was that he had well-trimmed salt-and-pepper hair, icy blue eyes, and a great socializing smile, and owned a few funeral homes around The City.

Kalara still could not believe she was here. She sidled over to the big, wide windows with a small smile and gazed down at the Hudson, swirling with life under the bright sun. She'd now eaten hors d'oeuvres in one of the richest condos in Manhattan, she was renting one of the most luxurious apartments herself, and she got to go to see Broadway whenever she wanted. She was certainly living the high life.

Then the feeling welled up in her, and she had to squelch it back down.

Another woman, probably twice her age, stepped up beside her. “Hello, there. I'm Gene. Would you mind if I joined you at the window?”

“Of course not.” Kalara gave her a polite party smile.

“Oh, but we shouldn't talk about the men. We don't want people thinking we're sexist.”

Kalara, despite all her good breeding, couldn't quite keep her face straight. How was she supposed to respond to something so nutty? Why wasn't whoever brought this bizarre woman out in public keeping an eye on her? She turned slightly away, being intentionally aloof, though to do so was considered bad etiquette. Perhaps she'd loose interest.

2 comments:

  1. Wow, talk about setting up a scene! Nice job. I so wish I could take a look at this fully because you have me giggling, whether or not that's your intent. Good job!

    Thanks,
    - Terrie

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    1. It was my intent. I guess I chose the wrong time to go absentee from the internet!

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