Age and Genre: YA Paranormal
Word Count: 109,000
The love of seventeen-year-old Tori’s life went missing six months ago. In the months since, Tori has managed to spend time in a mental institution, stab her brother, and have full-blown conversations with imaginary people. The doctors say, ‘hallucinations,’ Tori says, ‘crazy,’ but her best friend says ‘ghosts.’ If only ghosts existed, maybe Tori could find Terrance. As it is, finding her sanity seems impossible enough.
Then a questionable traveler accosts Tori at a pop-up carnival and claims all is not lost for Terrance. That is, if Tori is willing to buy into a world of magic and death. On one hand, she could save not only Terrance, but her own crumbling psyche. On the other, there’s the small matter of a would-be necromancer who happens to be controlled by wraith bent on human sacrifice.
Saving Terrance will require digging into the depths of what reality and humanity truly mean. Not to mention her family’s past, where she will unearth secrets her parents would prefer to forget. With time running out, Tori must quickly decide whether to trust what only she can see. If she can’t put that same faith in herself soon, she could lose her love, her family and friends, and ultimately her own life.
First 250 Words:
Clara isn’t the first person to try forcing me out of the house, but she may be the first to succeed. Not because boozing it up with her and her new bestie, Kelli, is my idea of a good time, but because she’s so dang whiny about it.
“Come on, Tori. My mom won’t be home. The house will be all ours, and I know where she keeps the stash.”
It’s not like Sherri’s stash is hard to find. Most of it is under her bed, in the back bedroom she thinks we never enter. In the back bedroom, where she thinks she can go to drink and mourn and not affect anyone else. But grief doesn’t work that way. Especially not when the son she’s mourning was one of my closest friends. Not to mention Clara’s brother.
“Tonight’s not a great night.”
Which isn’t saying much. I’d have to go back a year to reach my last decent night. Back before I spent some of those nights in a mental hospital my fellow crazies and I lovingly termed Hotel Briarwood. Before the incident with my brother that landed me there. I’d have to shoot right past six months ago, when Terrance went missing in the Everglades. I’d have to go all the way back to before the hallucinations and the soundless buzzing frequencies in my head. Thinking about how far back I’d have to go just to feel normal exhausts me.