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Pitch:
Squinty, an orphan girl; Drian, a disillusioned abbot; Nalina, sister to the power-hungry prince —drawn together by their startling powers, they must prevent a new Water War to save Squareworld and discover its true origins.
Blurb:
"Squinty, I... Help me! Please! You have to help me!"Squinty huffed at him as the horse might snort at an annoying fly it couldn't get rid of."A...a... an apple," he stammered. "I just... stole an apple!" ----
When water is controlled by those in power, even a mere apple can be a catalyst.
For Squinty, it was the start of everything.
Finding Grizzly. Losing Roko. Becoming a Vigil.
Discovering she had the power to become invisible.
For Nalina, the threat of a new Water War was even closer to home; her beloved brother was the one initiating it.
To Drian, water formed the core of his belief system, defined who was - and was not - worthy, and justified the treatment of the underground-dwelling Wellers.
An orphan girl, determined to do what was right.
A princess, petitioning for peace.
An abbot, torn between his religion, and his experience.
Each with an Etching, a unique power that surely makes them special; a tie to something more, something extra, something beyond the Squareworld.
First 1000 words:
Squinty woke up with a start. Her eyes desperately tried to adjust to the brightness, haloed around a shadow so close to her face.
A shadow?
A head!
It was Roko, sobbing above their bed.
"Squinty, I... Help me! Please! You have to help me!" His sniffles stopped any sort of meaningful understanding.
"Calm down, Roko. What is it?" She huffed at him as the horse might snort at an annoying fly it couldn't get rid of.
"A...a... an apple," he stammered. "I just... stole an apple!"
It didn't take Squinty long to process his fear, even in her groggy pre-breakfast state.
Apple was a big deal. Apple meant water.
In the orphanage, stealing was punishable by ever-increasing beatings, and since his sister's death, Roko had become something of a thief.
