The story so far: Sixteen-year-old Edie falls asleep in her bed clutching a Tudor sixpence. She wakes to find herself in 1588, surrounded by soldiers preparing for war. But what do you do, when you’re stuck in the past and alone?
Edie looked up. The sky was black — not bleached with the usual streetlight — and slashed by a cloud of milky grey. Staring deeper into the haze, she saw stars, at first a few dozen, then hundreds, thousands, clustered in blobs or drawn out in long strings. She’d never seen so many. Suddenly, the sky felt too full, the sight so unnerving she had to look away.
Was she dreaming?
The panic that had threatened earlier gripped her, flinging thoughts together until her stomach flipped and her head spun. She bent over, hands clutching shaking knees.
The above is a brief, abridged extract from my YA novel, Shadowmaker.
When I saw Sonya at Only 100 Word’s lovely photo prompt for today’s TLT, I thought of Edie, alone and scared and about to have the worst night of her life. Her life so far, of course. The future holds murder, treason, execution, betrayal – this is merely a taster.
Okay, Edie’s surrounded by Elizabethan tents, not teepees, but she’s facing that same, huge sky – intimidating for a girl used to the bleached orange of a city night.
I’m polishing the MS for submissions as we speak, so wish me luck. And the best of luck to all those of you going through the same process.
Those who strive to be published – we salute you!