Author's Name: Ashley Northup
Category: YA
Genre: Sci-Fi
Stage of Completion: Mostly Polished
Preferred Critique Style: A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down
Cat Person or Dog Person: I’m a cat person, but dogs are pretty cool.
Genre: Sci-Fi
Stage of Completion: Mostly Polished
Preferred Critique Style: A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down
Cat Person or Dog Person: I’m a cat person, but dogs are pretty cool.
Tea or Coffee: Neither, but coffee between the two.
Short Pitch
Seventeen-year-old Carolyn Morgan is the first human
inspector in the galaxy. When her first murder suspect is a human boy she goes
with her gut, and the evidence, to try to prove his innocence. The longer the
investigation goes the more it looks like she’s a human covering for another
human - and the more everything she’s worked for is at risk.
Writing Sample
Some people are afraid
of the dark. Carolyn was terrified of light. Not sunlight, but overwhelming,
blinding artificial light. It reminded her of being taken. For years whenever
there was a flash of light she smelled grass, heard her dog barking, felt his
collar digging into her hand, and felt the grip of terror in her chest as she
became completely weightless.
Years later, when the
other details faded, she still felt the fear.
The first time she saw
the commissioner, he was surrounded in light.
Carolyn was running
through the crowded streets of a city she and Errol had landed on weeks ago.
They’d planned everything out, except for the commissioner's impromptu visit.
People filled the streets to see him.
“Get out of there,”
Errol said in her earpiece. “This isn’t worth it.”
But
they’d worked weeks for this mark. Too long, by far, to just up and leave. They
didn’t have enough food, let alone enough fuel to get them very far.
“What’re
we supposed to eat when I come back?” she asked. “We could rip up that junker,
sell the metal.”
“You
don’t have to be jealous that my ship is perfect,” he said.
“Our
ship,” she said.
“I
picked her.”
“You
stole it from a trash heap,” Carolyn said. “It was going to be destroyed.”
“Some
people have no taste,” Errol said.
“Glad
you know that about yourself,” she muttered, low enough that the com device
she’d jerry-rigged from several older, dead com devices, couldn’t pick it up.
I'm already interested, and that's the whole point, right? I'd love to hear from you. email mandy001@cogeco.ca
ReplyDeleteBy the way, my own work is under "Dreamscape". Ugh, it's too early in the morning. lol
ReplyDeleteHey Ashley,
ReplyDeleteThink we could be a fit. My work is under Eden in YA SF. If you're interested, you can send first chapter and query to hcarpenter2@yahoo.com.