Title: EBONY BOOK 1: RAGNOR'S BANE
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 90,500
Greetings, Sun Vs. Snow! I am very excited to be participating in this event.
Ebony Havenworth was only pretending to be an assassin. She never wanted to kill anyone. She wanted to leave the stifling confines of her town with its girls who only dreamt of marriage and the bullies who told Ebony she was strange. Become a proper bard. Flirt.
But her hometown is put under a Dark spell by the tyrant Fae King, and the only hope of saving it is to stop him.
Ebony is drawn into a plan. She will become a false assassin beside a sword-carrying tailor and a sullen wizard. Two teenagers that will help her draw the King’s attention away from the real rebels behind the scenes. If she can stop the boys from trying to kill each other, they might just carry off the farce.
Ebony plans to cast a few spells – even though she was forbidden long ago from ever performing magic again. Lift the curse on her home, then move on.
The problem is, the Fae don’t play pretend.
RAGNOR’S BANE is set in a medieval world but written with more modern sensibilities and dialogue. The book is the first in a planned trilogy detailing her rise to fame, her sometimes misguided experiences with love, and her struggle to stay away from Dark powers herself.
This story is in submission to other agents and publishers at this time. I am unpublished. I am starting as an intern in the Editing department of the Philadelphia Art Museum this week. I write a flash fiction blog and have been previously featured twice on fantasy author R.B. Wood’s THE WORD COUNT PODCAST.
First 250 words:
CHAPTER ONE: The End of Most Things
That evening, sounds reverberated deeper and truer than the ragged cliff edges that surrounded the Valley. Mountain pines and birches shuddered restlessly to this strange music. They danced with the magic of approaching harvest time, moonlit nights, and festivals.
Near the gates of Cross Haven, inside the timeworn log-beamed pub, the song murmured of the coming autumn like a promise. Or a threat.
The lyrics were long forgotten to the ages. The only thing that remained was the cool hum of the harp.
Her hands descended slowly from the strings, and Ebony Havenworth opened her eyes. Conversations buzzed around her.
One man inclined his head in her direction, and another clapped against the tabletop. She didn’t mind that no one else seemed to be paying attention. It meant that they didn’t notice her mistakes. She hated making mistakes.
She studied the inside of the tavern, counting each familiar face.
Ebony tallied two outsiders today. They were holed up in one of the back booths, but they stood out like an untuned string. Their hooded faces gave them an air of mystery, of danger. Ebony felt a secret thrill. They could be from the Guild, she thought. Wizards.
One of the strangers looked up.
Ebony gasped and flicked her eyes downward, stifling a giggle with her hand. It wouldn’t do to be caught staring at people, wizards or not.
“Wot’s so funny?” The Blacksmith’s apprentice, David, smiled at her from the other side of the harp.