TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT MINGLED
GENRE YA urban fantasy dystopian
WORD COUNT 67,000
Every registered citizen covets selection to attend Jubilee, a festival celebrating the Collective's blood arrangement between humans and vampeer. That is, everyone except seventeen-year old Macie. She wants to graduate high school, go unregistered and hopes there can be more than friendship with Thane, her unregistered best bud. It doesn’t help that her parents disappeared when they were selected eight years ago. Not a fate she’s anxious to repeat but must face anyway when she receives the devastating news of her selection. Jubilee Attendees are registered for life…meaning no chance with Thane. Ever.
When devil spawn – fiendish creatures long thought purged from existence – attack her township, Macie sprints for the capital city. Wights, zombie remnants of a long ago plague, block her entry to the city until usually-normal-Thane shows up to the rescue with a pair of black angelic wings and a handful of secrets he’s ready to reveal.
Before he gets a chance, an underground resistance scatters the Jubilee parade in a hail of laser fire, bringing Macie face to face with her true legacy. She is a member of the Fae, one with power over the elements, a power that could cause the next apocalypse. Macie also discovers her parents are alive, though far from well, as prisoners for the Collective’s leader, and narrowly escapes the Grand Principal's attempt to capture her, too.
First 150 words.
My hand-me-down boots clunked on the hardwood floor. I cringed at the echo, hurrying from my bedroom. The hallway carpet muffled my footfalls and the soft click from closing my door. I sighed, relieved, rubbing my parents’ gold coins for luck. Probably a bad idea. They hadn’t done any good for mom and dad eight years ago. Otherwise, I’d still have parents…and a very different life here in the outliers of the Collective.
I crept along the wall, listening for – whatever. Other kids wouldn’t pop up. They were at school, the same place I should’ve been five minutes ago. Screwy alarm clock! Why didn’t it work? My heart beat so hard and fast my thermal shirt bounced with every thud. Each step downstairs brought me closer to the first floor, closer to getting away from…“Whitley! Hey, didn’t expect to see you.” At least it was the truth.