Hey guys! If you’ve been following me on Twitter lately, you’re probably wondering what the hell I’ve been tweeting about. Well wonder no more! I’ve been tweeting about #PitchSlam, an awesome opportunity for writers to get their work on there.
So to all passing by today, please give my pitch and first 250 words of my manuscript a quick look-see. I’m really stressing about having these perfect before tomorrow, so I appreciate any piece of feedback you can give me!
Princess Haven’s immortality has always been her strength, but when her mother dies in her arms, she is left alone to rule and defend a nation against an evil Queen bent on possessing Haven’s power.
A knock at the door startled her. She stopped abruptly, catching her own haunted gaze in her vanity mirror.
“The coronation begins shortly, My Lady.”
Haven never thought she’d live long enough to take the throne. In a family of two older brothers, and a healthy father, it would never be expected that the eldest daughter would ascend. She was a princess, and if her family hadn’t been slaughtered at war, she wouldn’t be on the cusp of leading a nation. But it was her misfortune to be blessed with longevity. Haven had outlived much of her family, and as the idea of becoming Queen grew near, that blessing had only become a curse.
She had thought of perhaps ending her life just to spare her people her inadequacy. She could try hanging herself, but the moment she was released from the noose, even if her neck broke, air would return to her lungs, and her neck would mend itself. She could slit her wrists, or even her throat, but the wounds would heal in minutes, the scars in hours. There were many ways she had contemplated, until Haven realized something. The only thing worse than living forever, would be to leave her people without a Queen, especially in times like these.