Summary for WITCH COUNTRY
Genre: MG Fantasy
Word Count: 35k
14-year-old Lucas is going to betray his best friend.
After spending four years trying to find the mother his father sent away, Lucas will do anything to get her back. Living as Exiles has taken its toll on Lucas, his insanely competitive sister, and maniacal father. Sure, no longer having to steal for a bite to eat is tempting. So is finally having indoor plumbing and that awesome invention called a T.V., but it’ll all come at a price. Crystal, Lucas’s best friend and crush, is the Witch Queen’s niece and the perfect way to gain access to the Queen’s scepter, which has the power to free Lucas’s Exiled people. Of course, that doesn’t matter to him, but it does to his father who hungers for the dark magic to finally take down the Witches.
Lucas’s father gives him a choice: betray his best friend in exchange for his mother’s whereabouts or give up all hope of seeing the mother that sacrificed everything for him.
First 250 Words:
I broke into a Witch restaurant, sliding a pocketknife into the lock and wiggling until it clicked. My mouth watered just thinking about the basilisk pepperoni pizza that was always left in the fridge. Before stepping inside I glanced around the alleyway and listened. It seemed clear so I stepped through, closing the door behind me. I didn’t flick on the lights. Darkness had never made seeing difficult for me, plus as an Exile electricity wasn’t exactly high on my priority list. Although I had to hand it to those elemental witches, pizza was a divine invention.
Hopping behind the counter, toward the back of the store there was a little room off to the left and away from the stove and grill area. In there was a fridge and microwave. God, I needed to convince the others to steal some of these. Then I realized we would need electricity, something we lacked. The scent of rotting food clogged my nostrils. I pressed my t-shirt to my nose. If, like witches, I could move water with just a wand I wouldn’t have left dirty dishes around. I clenched my fists. Lazy and self-entitled, that’s what witches were. I grabbed a couple slices of pizza from the fridge and tossed them into the microwave. I laughed. My father would kill me if he ever found out where I was. Never trust the witches, Lucas, he’d say. It was stupid. It was his own fault the witches forced them—us—into Exile.