TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT: DARK BRINGERGENRE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE
Sometimes it makes sense to fear the dark.
In the enclosed city of New Theta, where particles of darkness can be strung together to form monsters, people fear the shadow fiends just a thought away. Imaginatives--those who fantasize--are criminals. Lights blaze 24 hours a day. Electricity is king.
The dark doesn't bother Jenvee Cohan, an electrical linesperson who maintains cables in shadowy tunnels. She's sworn off imagination since she summoned the darkness that spirited her grandfather into the Void, the netherworld outside the city.
She keeps her vow until Agent Reese Bannon, the Bureau of Light Enforcement's chief crusader, tracks a conjured nightmare to Jenvee's sector. When the nightmare bests Bannon, Jenvee is compelled to reunite with the specks of darkness in order to save him. Rekindling her imagination fills her with delight until she realizes her selfless act has made her an outlaw. She tries to shut down her fantasies and fails. Dark specks caper around her.
Although Agent Bannon's investigation illuminates Jenvee’s guilt it also highlights her wry wit and keen intelligence. His suspicion transforms into intrigue. Years ago, he lost his brother to the Void. He won't let that happen to Jenvee. He'll hunt her down, dog her every action--whatever it takes to save her from herself.
First 150 Words:
Nobody said as much, but Jenvee assumed her fatal flaw--her affinity with the night particles--made her first choice for the tunnel crawl when the lights in New Theta’s Third Ward flickered and went out.
She wouldn’t ask. Not in the middle of a crisis. Not ever, really.
Although she was the newest linesperson, having only received her electrical engineering certificate last May, she strapped on her tool belt and rushed to the maintenance access to repair the faulty wiring.
Hand over hand, she scrambled down the aluminum rungs set into concrete. The illumination from above dwindled steadily until her steel-toed boots left the last rung and clicked on the access tunnel’s poured stone. Her fellow workers closed the hatch, cutting her off from the now-distant patch of battery-powered daylight and from their immediate help. She had to go alone. More people meant more minds for the night particles to play with.