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Dear agent,

Thirteen-year-old Misoo could be a star too, but as the only one of his kind with a voice talent that is tagged a curse he is to his people a loaded gun personified. The harder he tries to disprove their superstitious belief especially in an evil deity; the principal reason Misoo is a curse, the more abominable he turns.

Zouciah vowed to risk everything to protect Misoo from tyranny and his evil nature, even though his father’s mutiny caused her the loss of her royal status into a lowly priestess. As Misoo is maturing and his nature is pronouncing, she gets a vision revealing the evil deity and a secret army rising leaving her vulnerable.

When Misoo discovers his secret origin as part of the tribe who revere the evil deity, messy dynamics emerge; he witnesses his birth father killing Zouciah and waging a war against her people, then a prophecy names him the evil deity vanquisher. Now with his dream of stardom, Misoo must either find a way to fight his evil nature to fulfill the prophecy without reducing himself to martyrdom or give in to his nature and allow the evil he knows will come with the deity’s resurrection reign.

At 55000 words TREASURE HUNTERS, THE DEVILS WORKSHOP is my first novel and the first in a series of Middle Grade Fantasy adventure trilogy. I am happy to provide more if you think Treasure Hunters is a good fit for you.

Thank you for your time and consideration. I have pasted the first 250 words below per the contest guidelines.

Sincerely,             

Saratu Buhari.

Email: saratu1buhari@gmail.com Tel: +234(07031106399), +234(08183873383)

First 250 word

Abscondment was not a smooth operation Zouciah realized a little too late after hiding for long in the dark where the light pores had clogged and the beads on her long aortas provided no protection against the biting freeze.  Save for her trembling flesh, she made no movement and again suppressed the urge to scream as she gazed upon the dreadful scene before her. Dried blood patterned morbidly over the gray ground that had drained from the reeking mountain pile of Muth corpses- they did not deserve burial, the council decided- and the fresh mounds of graves that stretched into the distance to her left- the cost of the unhappy victory. The war was in the past now but it left Zouciah with a most devastating present, PRIESTHOOD. When the Elderpeeps had announced ascending to priesthood was the interpretation of her dream, Zouciah at the risk of the ossification curse had calmly declined to everyone but her sister’s horror. She then cautioned herself to remain calm and allow the shock for much later and device an escape plan. Then as if her wish became aligned with granting, Chumma sent her the message.

Scanning the dim area again, she became frustrated to find nothing new.

 ‘Why was her host running late?’ she thought exasperated.                         

She then hurriedly unclasped her Viber off her upper left limb and her red body blazed brightly from the luminous device. She read the message again making sure she was at the right address, and noticed again how most of the words were misspelt obviously typed with speed.