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Title: Elven Soul
Genre: YA Epic Fantasy
Word Count: 84,500
Seventeen-year-old Princess Colette Devereaux must forge an alliance with the man who slew her brother when she is exiled by her father to the northern reaches of the empire.
Sent to the empire’s furthest fortification, Colette takes command of the Ruintine, an outpost surrounded by hostile neighbors. When she stumbles upon the sins of a forgotten age, she must unravel haunting memories not of her own if she wishes to understand who she once was. Her troubles only worsen when she feels an attraction toward the man who killed her brother, Lord Gregorin Balanos.
After her second-in-command departs to investigate attacks on outlying villages, and her tutor turned surrogate father disappears, Colette has to fend off her father’s retribution alone. Colette is soon catapulted into a centuries old war when she is kidnapped, and taken into a land of myth and monsters. With no allies, she must rely on Gregorin to ride to her rescue. If Colette cannot embrace her true self and heal the wounds of the past, then her empire will be doomed to slavery.
ELVEN SOUL is a YA epic fantasy novel complete at 84,000 words. ELVEN SOUL will appeal to readers who enjoyed the complexity and romance of The Blue Sword, and also to those who favored the fast-paced action and brutality of Graceling. Those who enjoy reading realistic battle scenes will appreciate that all fights in ELVEN SOUL were based off of 14th century swordmaster Johannes Liechtenauer’s teachings.
AND FIRST 250 WORDS OF MANUSCRIPT:
Her booted steps made a lonely echo through the polished hallways of the imperial palace. Colette was dwarfed by the marble columns, and shame hurried her pace when she passed a large window stained with the image of a triumphant battle. Where others were awed, Colette saw pretension. Her simple raiment of black trousers and blouse were a protest to the hollow beauty surrounding her.
The influence of the imperial family and the legions under their command originated here in Asadia and then fanned out. Her father’s reign had set the empire to straining further into untamed lands. His five heirs served as spearheads in this campaign, including her. Yet failure was all she could lay claim to after willfully surrendering a victory.
Her face settled into a disgruntled frown, and she flipped her strawberry-blond braid over her shoulder. If she was given the opportunity to do it all over again, she would still make the same decision to withdraw. She had done the right thing. That much she knew in her heart.
Passing into the open-sided hallway lining the training courtyard, the clash of wooden sword on wooden sword greeted her as Jean, her second-in-command, led young legionnaires in practice. All of them were stripped down to the waist, but Jean was the only one whose body was decorated with scars. They crisscrossed his deeply tanned chest, yet none marred his face. He was the first to notice her presence, and immediately stood straight at attention. The others fumbled to a halt in their exercises before bowing.