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The Writer’s Voice entry: The Seer

Hi guys! Guess what? I made it through the Rafflecopter round of The Writer’s Voice Contest. A rather large thank you goes to the organizers: Monica Bustamante Wagner of Love YA, Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.), Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, and Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes.  So now it’s time to post my query and first 250 words of my manuscript: YA historical with magic. Boo-ya!

Query:

Every woman in the Tesmond family line inherits prophetic abilities they must keep secret. Seventeen-year-old Carlotta yearns for the freedom to use her gift, but in the tiny hamlet of Greer, seers are met with swift trials and a hangman’s rope.

When Count Durante’s handsome son Hector discovers her hidden talent, he sails for Greer and kidnaps Carlotta, planning to use her visions to end the war in his homeland of Melita. Despite her formidable abilities, Hector somehow foils every attempt she makes at escape, always—maddeningly—one step ahead. She’s never met a boy she despised more and still dreamt of kissing.

As pirates pursue them, complicating the journey to Melita, Carlotta struggles with a new prophesy, one directing her to assist in the war effort, instead of finding a way home. Risking deadly consequences, her heart knows only one path—the one leading toward Hector, the boy haunting her dreams.

THE SEER is a YA historical with magic complete at 90,000 words.

My YA urban fantasy novel CRUX was published July, 2012 with J Taylor Publishing.

Below please find the first 250 words of the manuscript per contest rules.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Julie Reece

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First 250 words:

Carlotta tensed, bound by her curse. A yellow mist enveloped her mind, wrapping it like the silken threads of a cocoon. She always resisted—at first.

Her fingers buried themselves in the hair at her pulsing temples. She winced as she pressed too hard upon the fresh bruise caused by a flying rock. Thrown by a pack of Greer children, tainted by their parents’ prejudices concerning the local ‘witches’, their missile had found its mark yet again.

Fighting her curse was useless, so she lowered her hands, and opened her consciousness, preparing for what the vision would reveal.

The mist cleared, yet she could not see.

She sensed a man in the dark space, shrouded in secrecy. Drawing her to him, his powerful lifeforce ensnared her.

“You will help us.”

“You might have asked,” she answered without knowing why.

“Does one need ask for what is already theirs?”

You are a bold one. “In this case, and as you need my help, yes.”

“Then I yield and make my request a formal one. Will you aid us?”

The cry of thousands swelled within her breast, crushing the air from her lungs. The dark man’s pain rose distinct above theirs to grip her heart, binding her to him.

“You want me to free them?” Her voice trembled. “I don’t know how.”

“You will … and incur both reward and loss.”

 A cost? There always is.

“Your answer, Milady?”

“You have my word.”

“Look you then to the seas …”

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