Query:
He
doesn't look as satisfied or happy as I expected. In fact, pain darkens his
eyes. "You are very young. It will be both a curse and a blessing in the
coming months I think."
Seventeen-year-old Viola Fogg wants to keep her sickly
brother safe. But when she’s caught impersonating a soldier in his place, she’s
thrown into prison.
Eighteen-year-old Audrey Knight wants to be a hero and
have grand adventures. It’s why she’s imprisoned after getting caught in an illegal
prizefight.
Selected by the British SOE, Viola and Audrey are
yanked from prison. In exchange for their eventual freedom, they agree to take
part in an experimental attempt to beat the Axis Powers, and are given abilities
beyond imagination. They become part of the Nightingales, a team of four super-powered
female spies, trained for work behind enemy lines.
Dropped into France, the Nightingales set out to
Paris, confident in their new powers, ready to destroy Nazis. Ready to be
heroes.
Their mission is clear - join up with Parisian
networks and use their powers to assist in driving the Germans out of France.
But with the increasing danger in each mission, an unknown traitor in their
midst, the Nightingales realize they weren’t prepared for any of this.
Audrey and Viola discover the bravery and grace of the
women around them, the widespread illness of human cruelty, and the real
definition of hero.
WATCH OF NIGHTINGALES is a YA Historical SciFi,
completed at 70,000 words.
First 250 Words:
It comes and goes in surges, the acidic pain mixing
with the blood in my veins. My wrist pulses under the bracelet, pumping in more
power, enticing me to use it. To use what the meteorite gives me. Begging for a
taste. My arms hang loose at my sides and I shake them out. It'll be fine. We
spent eight weeks training for this and learning our powers. Today was our last
test.
I'm an agent now.
My team, The Nightingales, could be dropped into
France any day.
Choking back the grit in my throat, I push the door to
the office open with trembling hands. I'm the last one finished meeting with
Mr. Pipping. The others are already on the way to the tea shop.
Of course it's raining. I tug the hat down farther
onto my head, wiping my face with the back of my sleeve. My fingers fidget with
the black and silver bracelet rooted into my skin, wincing a bit at the pain
always firing through me. Dried blood around the meteorite begs to be scratched
and picked, but it took three hours before it stopped bleeding last time. So
much for them masquerading as pretty bracelets. I'll clean it with a swab when
I get back to the flat. Something in the composition of the rocks keeps the
holes from closing around our skin. Even Audrey can't heal around it. Her skin
only closes when the bracelets are off. The rest of us make do with swabs and
bandages and scarves to hide them when we aren't in uniforms.
