I’m all finished my YA revisions, they’ve been submitted to my editor at Walker Books, and I’m ready to move on to my new project. I think it might be painting my condo. I definitely need to recoop and refill the well before I write anything new.
Thought I’d share a short snippet from chapter 2 of my YA, which is probably going to be called DEMON PRINCESS: REIGN OR SHINE…
Michael took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Your father is the King of the Shadowlands.”
I blinked. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“The Shadowlands is the dimension that separates this human realm from the Underworld and Hell.”
I didn’t say anything for a moment. Again, this guy had managed to render me speechless. He certainly wasn’t predictable.
“Another dimension,” I repeated.
“And my father is the king there. In this other dimension.”
“And that’s the reason why you called me Princess before. Because my father is a king.”
He nodded. “You’re the current heir to the throne.”
My mouth felt very dry and my head throbbed. I rubbed my temples. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, I’m not kidding. I knew you’d have a difficult time believing me, you’ve lived the life of a human for sixteen years. That’s why you have to see your father personally. He’ll explain things much better than I will–even though I’m supposed to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability. He wants you to read his letter and then come with me–”
“Let me guess. To the Shadowlands?”
I frowned. “Hold on. Did you say that I’ve lived a human life for sixteen years? What other kind of life could I have lived?”
He jammed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Your father is a demon.”
I shook my head. “You’re crazy. I’m not listening to this.”
“And as of your sixteenth birthday you will start to manifest the powers of a Darkling, one who is half-demon and half-human.”
“A Darkling?” I sputtered.
“You’re the first one in a thousand years. Your father is concerned how this might affect you. He had to leave the human realm sixteen years ago and has been unable to communicate in any way since–”
I held up my hand. “Stop, just stop, would you?”
He stopped. “I know this is a lot to grasp.”
“No, not at all,” I said. “I’m a half demon princess. Sure. What’s so hard to grasp about that?”
Michael was crazy. Certifiable. Maybe that’s why I’d never seen him around school before–because he didn’t go there at all. He was an escaped mental patient. Somebody dangerous and about to have a major psychotic break if he hadn’t already had one and for some reason I’d managed to work my way into his delusion. Just great. It was sick and twisted, and I’d feel sorry for him if I didn’t feel incredibly concerned for my own safety.
He eyed me warily. “So you accept everything I’ve told you?”
I held up a hand to him. “Demons don’t exist.”
“Yes, they do.”
“No, they don’t.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to explain it properly. That’s why you have to come with me and see for yourself.”
I backed up a step. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Please, Princess, your father needs to see you. You have to come with me–”
But I wasn’t listening anymore. I turned and ran away from him as fast as my feet could carry me, thundering up the stairs in record time and down the street to my house where I slammed the door behind me and tried to put Michael out of my mind forever.