I entered another contest! The Writer’s Voice is a multi-blog, multi-agent contest hosted by Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes, Monica B.W. of Love YA, and Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.). The gist of it is, writers “audition” by posting the plot summary from their query as well as the first 250 words of their manuscript. Then the blog hosts pick their teams and the agents come in to vote later down the line. Click any of the above links for more details.
And here is my entry (tasha #119), from my YA paranormal EDGE OF TRUTH. Enjoy!
Plot Summary: In the year 2248, a free-spirited teen under a dictatorship struggles to control her power to trigger earthquakes. At least, until her best friend is kidnapped. Rena Moon lives in a divided society where the wealthy enjoy life in the Eden bio-domes, while everyone else lives under strict enforcement of Synbots in Hollowcrest. Rena fears detection because no one knows what happens to Others once apprehended. She believes she’ll find refuge in Eden. Though property is available for anyone who can afford it, strategic oppression prevents Hollowcrest residents from saving enough to buy land.
During an excursion into the forbidden Westrock where Rena vents, i.e. triggers earthquakes, she unearths an antique packed cave. It’s enough to help her family escape poverty. However, Topaz, a Buyer from Eden, kidnaps her best friend, Blaze. He wants the relics’ location and proves he’s willing to torture and kill for it. Intent on saving Blaze and retaining her claim, Rena joins forces with Nevan, her 6’3”, body sculpted from physical labor, secret crush. During the rescue, Rena’s anxiety triggers a massive earthquake, which propels Nevan into a crater. Determined to ensure at least Blaze’s safety, Rena must stay in control, decide what moral boundaries she’s willing to breach with her powers, and what losses she can live with.
Rena Moon wished she could swap places with the canteen, held tight and pressed to Nevan’s lips. The drained container echoed against the table when he set it down and said something that made his friends laugh.
“Come on,” Rena said to her best friend, Blaze. “Let’s move closer.”
“Why are you whispering? He can’t hear us.”
“The vantage point is better from there.” Blaze pointed to a shaded spot across Transit Plaza. “It’s outside his peripheral. We can stand closer, maybe within hearing range.”
“Loving your attention to detail.” While stealing glances at Nevan, Rena shouldered her backpack and strolled beneath uniform trees.
“Sweet Mother Earth,” Blaze nudged Rena’s shoulder, nearly knocking her off balance in excitement. “They’re gonna do it, again. He’s picking up the spoons.”
“Wha…?” Transfixed, she watched his biceps flex as he shifted and rested his forearms against the edge of the recycled plastic table.
After glancing down both sides, he nodded, once, twice, three times. Someone tapped a set of cups, creating a deep, resonant beat. Nevan joined in, drumming the spoons and knocking his wrist in perfect rhythm to bring the music alive.
With her gift to detect ground vibrations, Rena honed in on the cadence Nevan produced. Every tap thrummed through her, uniting her with his song on a level no one else could know. It drew her toward him, as if he’d attached a melodic tether to her with the intent to reel her in.