Title: DARKENWEAR, INC.: FEATHERS VS. SCALES
Category/Genre: MG fantasy/adventure
Word count: 46,000
Dear (Well-Researched Agent’s Name):
Persephone Stone is thirteen and has no clue she’s becoming a dragon. She doesn’t even remember being bitten as a child, though she’s haunted by the nasty scar down her left arm. But the arrival of Serpenestro, a mysterious green-and-white-haired boy, stirs lost memories and plunges Persephone into a conspiracy of wild couture that threatens her existence.
DarkenWear Inc. is the hottest fashion label taking over two worlds. Literally. When the feathered fashionistas come pushing their designs and looking for new materials, Persephone and her friends uncover their secret: every piece in the DW collection is an imprisoned magical creature. Unicorns live in the linings of jackets, goblins lurk in the shimmery folds of sequined dresses, and dragons trapped in garments top the list of trends for the season. Serpenestro reveals himself as the one responsible for Persephone’s bite as the kids hop worlds to a floating NYC-esque city. They must stop production of the creature-inhabited clothing before every enchanted creature is transformed into a handbag or a fabulous pair of shoes, including Persephone.
DARKENWEAR, INC., FEATHER VS.SCALES is a Fantasy Adventure with series potential and is complete at 46,000 words. This story will appeal to fans of THE SCHOOL OF GOOD AND EVIL by Soman Chainani and Rick Riordan’s PERCY JACKSON series.
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First 250+ words:
The vortex howled around the dilapidated brick school, throwing crows against the glass and filling the air with feathers. The old panes rattled in their paint-caked frames, drawing every student’s gaze toward the tall windows of the eighth-grade humanities pod.
With a flash and a boom, the lights flickered and a ripple, like someone was adjusting a TV screen. A twenty-sixth student appeared in the last seat at the back of the class.
No one seemed to notice the boy as the room fell into chaos over the advancing storm.
Mystery Student Twenty-Six sat reading his X-Men comic and watching a group of students settle back into their Edgar Allen Poe projects, unaware that he was no longer invisible.
Storms create lightning. Lightning makes fire. Fire ruins lives. It happened then, and it could happen now. Persephone splattered red paint on her papier-mâché rendering of The Masque of the Red Death. She grimaced and pinched the silvery swirl of scar tissue that peeked out from underneath the top of her arm warmer. The skin burned and itched with newfound intensity. “Storms conjure change.”
“Huh, what did you say?” Kendall flopped back in his chair and turned around.
Persephone noticed him looking at her bad arm. Her dark eyes slashed from underneath her bangs as if to say, I dare you to stare a second longer.
“Sorry.” He tousled his mop of chestnut hair and flashed a smile.
Ignoring Kendall and the tingling pain, she pulled the striped woolen sleeve back up to cover the wound. “Hey, who the heck is the new kid?”