Below is the first 250ish words for my Young Adult Fantasy novel titled First Glance. The novel is complete at 145,000 words.
This is my submission for the Shelly Watters one page contest. (full details and additional submission links listed on her site Is it Hot in Here or is it This BOOK.) Please leave comments and suggestions on how to improve this. Grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, or anything that catches your eye. Thanks all
“Come on, come on, come on,” Lace muttered. She paced, stopped, looked around seeing naught but streetlights and the occasional passer-by. In the distance, a dog bawled. Although familiar, this part of the Midwestern United States with its small towns, the era with its faster pace, wasn’t like her adoptive home, yet no one took notice as she pulled the long travelling cloak tighter and she began the pace again.
“Where are you?” she whispered, then a little louder as if that might help. “Please, show yourself.”
She had come on the promise of a prophecy, but time was running out. Running out, she thought, nearer to expired. Unconsciously she rubbed her arm as she glanced inside the diner where her travel companions sat eating and laughing. Laughing, if I were inside…, before remembering the lot didn’t know the gravity of the situation. None knew either the truth of their travel, nor how near the end stood. Lifting the sleeve of her tunic, she looked at what had only a turn gone been ridges, now angry red furrows, the result of magic she knew better than to have invoked, but felt little choice over.
“Dark as blood.” She breathed into a night that suddenly took a chance to blackest pitch and chilled. Every light within a block had extinguished, not that it limited her sight, only stiffened her back at the possible forboding. Lace closed her eyes, remembering the gathering in the tavern. The argue of blame before the others arrived. And then… him.