LUCK STRUCK is a 71,000 word work of young adult fantasy with strong thriller and romance elements. It should appeal to readers of Julie Kagawa and Marie Lu.
Aurelio Vico wants two things: to redeem his family name and ignore the ghastly demons that haunt his visions. When the demons turn out to be real, and hungry, he resolves to do whatever it takes to stop them. He joins The Luckies, a secret society dedicated to protecting the city by hunting down the living nightmares known as Curses.
But demons aren’t always easy to spot, let alone kill. And when fighting Curses, even small mistakes have dire consequences. As the Curses close in on Aurelio’s family, he’ll need every drop of luck he has to save the ones he loves.
My works have been awarded twice by the Writer’s Digest Competition, with a fifth place in Children’s/YA and an honorable mention in Horror. I am an active member of SCBWI.
I watched the shadowy black hand settle on Otto's shoulder. It had too many fingers.
Unaware, Otto examined the game pieces in front of him. He scratched his chin, turning his head to study the board from different angles.
“Aurelio?” Adriana came up beside me. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing,” I turned my attention to her. “Just watching the games.”
Her gaze skimmed the room, glass beads sparkling in her coiled dark hair. Her skin, the color of tiger’s eye, seemed to glow in the light from the wall sconces.
“Adriana!” A girl called from one of the tables. “Come join us.”
Adriana gave me a quick smile before moving to join her friends. Around the room, cards flicked against tables, wooden pieces tapped against boards. Casting runes clattered into bowls while players argued over interpretations, the intent being to predict the most outlandish fortune.
The Galvani manor was always filled with house guests during the weeks surrounding the Firstlight holiday. Every guest room, den, and alcove seemed crammed with visitors.
My eyes went again to the ghostly arm that stretched from between Otto’s shoulder blades. The elbow bent to keep the palm resting on his shoulder. The claw-tipped fingers twitched and jerked against his jacket.
Cold sweat beaded on my brow. Ever since I’d seen my first shadow mark, as I thought of them, I’d learned not to tell anyone about them.
But the ones I’d seen before had been much smaller.
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