I am pleased to announce here that I am now represented by Amy Tipton of FinePrint Literary Management. I am beyond words.
So, I haven’t really said much about my story. If I had to sum it up in one word, I’d say: odd. But with a more lenient word count, I’d say this:
When their car hit the river three years ago, Nell’s mother died, and Nell went to sleep. A deep, dreamless, sleep. The doctors called it a coma. She called it coping. But when Nell woke up a week later, something stayed behind. Since the accident, shadows have begun to bend the wrong way, the seams of the world glinting on the edges of her sight. One day a shadow peels itself straight off the wall and flutters away, like a moth. Even to Nell, this is a bit peculiar.
A world away, Death is growing restless. Bound to the Shadow Mile, the place between the living world and the one beyond, the reaper has grown sick of its mundane occupation. When the reaper decides it wants out, it calls in a professional. Death enlists recently departed scholar Lucas Bradley Link to devise a plan that could not only free the reaper, but ultimately lead to the downfall of the living world. Step one: Lure a living soul into the Shadow Mile, and steal their life.
When Nell stumbles into Death’s trap, she finds herself in the dreamlike Mile, where doors are one-way, people are shadows, and when it rains, the sky actually falls. A shifting space where getting out is much harder than falling in, and the price for staying too long is steep.
“The Shadow Mile” is a cat-and-mouse-game that forces Nell to confront her mother’s death and her own disconnection as she tries to find her way back home before the reaper steals her life.
Perhaps I’m better off leaving it at: ODD.
And if I had to sum up myself in one word it would be: OLD.