I’ve given my elevator pitch (something fast enough that you could say it to an agent between floors on a rising elevator) for New Sight more times than I can remember. It usually starts something like this:
“Sixteen year old Lysandra Blake thinks she’s going crazy when she is overwhelmed by the sudden urge to rip people’s eyes out of their sockets.”
That gets people’s attention. From there mystery, adventure and a few unexpected twists and turns occur.
I feel like this cover actually resonates with the uncertainty that Lys feels throughout most of the story. The plot unfolds as the story progresses, but never fully clears until the very end.
This is my first novel with Jolly Fish Press, and I can hardly wait the five months that stand between now and the release!
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Here is an excerpt from New Sight.
To get you in the mood...
The cobblestone driveway looked about a thousand miles below her. Lys slid over and dipped one toe out of the SUV. The tennis shoes she wore hit the ground, and she let the bottom of her foot succumb to gravity. The other foot followed, and as she stood, Lys felt her knees wobble. One hand reached out to use the roof of the vehicle for support, and she took a step. She tried another, but her foot stopped in mid-air, her body distracted by something much more insistent than gravity. The Need.
Emotions, a week repressed by medication, came bubbling up from the bottom of a cauldron. Anger, fear, hunger—the Need. It swelled in her stomach and ached to make her fingers move. She doubled over, trying to contain it.
“Lys, what's wrong?” Someone pulled on her arm.
“Get away!” she pleaded. “Please.” She felt herself start to shake. She fell to her hands and knees and put her head down on the cobblestones, squeezing her eye shut. A voice said her name, but she didn't care.
She wanted the feeling back. The feeling like after she ripped the frog's eyes out—euphoria. She was a hungry monster, demanding to be fed. The Need gnawed through her mind, screaming at her to do something. To hurt someone.
On their own accord, Lys' fingers began to twitch. Why did he take the handcuffs off?
The image of her mom's bandaged face sprung into her mind. All of the times her dad flinched away from her, and all of the looks the doctors gave her paraded through her memory. No, she wouldn't hurt anyone else. Not while she had an ounce of control left in her. She laced her fingers together and squeezed until her arms shook.
The dark behind her eyelids flared to life, and Lys found herself in another place. She stood in her room, looking at her bed. Everything was exactly as she'd left it, except the blood on the carpet. Someone had cleaned that up. Her MP3 player sat on the dresser, and her school bag lay on the chair.
Lys tried to look over at the mirror. Her head wouldn't move. She attempted to look up. Nothing happened. What was this? She floated out of her body. Had it taken too long to get here? Was she dead?
Panic filled her mind, and she wanted to scream. The picture of her room faded, replaced by the dark.
And now, without further ado, here is the cover for New Sight.