Title: FOUNT OF POWER
Genre: YA Fantasy
Word Count: 90,000
If your main character could be any Star Wars character, who would they choose and why?: Tessa would be torn between picking either C-3PO or Finn. Of all the characters, she sees the two of them as the only ones properly aware of how dangerous and ridiculous space travel and resisting the empire are. And poor C-3PO keeps getting blown up and assembled incorrectly. Some thanks for all of the incredibly logical observations he makes! But it’s because of that she would eventually pick Finn. Finn hasn’t been blown to pieces yet or powered off by his so-called friends, and she doesn’t want to live through that. Honestly, she can relate to Finn a lot. She’s a bit of a henchman turned hero herself whose first instincts are fear and self-preservation. But like Finn, she has a good heart and a strong desire to protect the people she loves.
35 Word Pitch: An ill-timed peace treaty strands Tessa behind enemy lines, vulnerable to those she betrayed. Now she must use her psychic powers to gather a new army for her enemies, or they’ll hang her for treason.
First 250 Words:
Tessa’s basement window let in the faintest smear of sunset, just bright enough to illuminate the dust in the air. The plaster floor chilled her thighs, but she sat motionless, one hand draped over Chay’s shoulder, her other hidden inside her coat pocket. She didn’t need him noticing her twitching fingers.
Chay stared at the window with the dedication of a Sage. His grubby blonde hair glowed in the weak sun, making him look younger than his ten years. When the Avendese soldiers tromped down their street, he sucked in a breath. “Was that it?”
“Shh. That’s only the curfew patrol,” said Tessa.
“So we’re safe?”
“No. I heard something else.” Tessa cringed at her own words. Telling fibs always bothered her more than bold-faced lies. She hadn’t heard anything, but the boy couldn’t know that. Tessa sensed intruders her own way.
“I’m cold.” Chay traced his finger down his palm and a spark of fire formed along his life line. “Can’t I just-”
“No, it’s too noisy. Fire crackles.” Tessa grit her teeth, fighting a fresh spasm in her hand. Normally, she didn’t react to Chay’s magic. This settled it. There must be another syph nearby.
“Fine.” Chay pressed his palms together, extinguishing the flame. The poor boy trusted her more than his own sense. He deserved better than this. She pulled him closer, trying to squeeze him warm.
Tessa flexed her fingers, searching for a clearer premonition. Syphs meant Harian troops, and she wanted to be far away before any fighting started.