If I’m going to judge a book by its cover and by the first five sentences inside of it, I need to be judged as well. With that in mind, I present to you the cover for my new YA book Prowling for Demons and the first five sentences of chapter one. (A chapter I just completed today!)
“Jesus, Wendy. This is a demon hunt not 101 Dalmatians.” Wendy stumbled in her stiletto boots, cursed at me then righted herself with forced pride. Her blond hair was light enough that a lick of black would pretty much turn my BFF into a younger, sluttier version of Cruella De Ville.
“Look, you said wear fur. This is what the thrift store had.” She shrugged her spotted shoulders indifferently. “Deal.”
Okay, so it was a little longer than five sentences, but I needed to provide the complete picture. Now, Messy Death gets a turn.
Death is an ending. A messy, smelly inconvenient ending. People don’t like endings. Endings imply a conclusion and conclusions are misleading. We expect them to be tidy and perfect because who the hell has time for reality?
Okay, let the judging begin! 🙂