Dear Jenny Rappaport,
Sivil is a videogame-loving, drift-through-life-type teenager on Galvanon, the twenty-second moon of the planet Valeria. However, his easygoing unglamorous lifestyle is given a serious rocking when Valdor, the son of the venerated deceased Valerian Emperor Xandorian, lands on the upcoming election scene for Galvanon Moon Vroc, the most prestigious political position of Galvanon. The only problem is, after being denied the Valerian throne by his father, particularly after a long line of family success, Valdor is out for fresh blood – no matter how deceitfully it is obtained. Not to mention he’s in possession of some other hefty personal problems to boot.
Unfortunately, the current Galvanon Moon Vroc is Grandyl, the father of Sivil’s close friend Myrdra. In order to defeat Grandyl in the election, Valdor plans on utilizing his family’s immense wealth and resources, the most notable of which include an outlawed book on hypnotic elixirs and Grandyl’s powerful secret shared with Xandorian in confidence, to dishonestly taint Grandyl’s reputation.
Upon discovering Valdor’s corrupt intent, Sivil and his friends, including Myrdra, take matters into their own hands and attempt to clear Grandyl’s name while revealing Valdor’s fraudulent nature to the public. All before the Galvanon Moon Vroc election. However, the means of doing so involves practicing some of their own corruption. How deceitful are they willing to be to battle deceitfulness, especially when their plan is by no means a failsafe and when it may put their own lives, as well as Grandyl’s, in grave jeopardy?
Battle for Galvanon is a young adult science fiction/fantasy novel (with more emphasis on fantasy), and is the first of a projected series called Valeria. It is complete at 114,000 words.
I have recently acquired a degree in Creative Writing from Fairleigh Dickinson University, and won the individual award for Outstanding Achievement in Creative Writing.
Thank you for considering Battle for Galvanon and I hope to hear from you soon.
Dusk of an Empire
Valdor had a strong feeling it was his last chance to obtain the Valerian throne as he entered his dying father’s bedchamber. The large oak door slowly slid open to admit him, a creature with the chest and head of a man, and the body of a sleek and bony, yet slightly muscled black stallion. The upper body of the creature was adorned with a tight-fitting red vest with gold trimming. The gold glinted off the nearest chandelier that hung from the ceiling, each shard constructed of pure diamond, and nothing but the finest – doubtless from the notorious diamond mines of the moon Urkil. A trail of chandeliers overhung a velvet red carpet that tread along the floor before ascending to the emperor’s bed. To the side of the carpet a large old-fashioned fireplace licked cozily in the wall.
The creature, a long, thin, black twisty beard spiraling from his chin, strode along the velvet path before halting at the foot of the steps. The front legs of two sentries adorned in royal blue garments – also half-men, half-stallion creatures – buckled beneath them. They snagged their caps and pushed them against their chests.
“My Liege, Valdor Noxum,” one of them said. “I presume you have arrived to speak with your father, as well as check up on his current condition.”
Valdor’s lips puckered as if he had just tasted something sour, his yellow eyes slits in a privet fence. How he wished to utter a snide comment, a comment truly rank with repugnance. Of course, you fool! You retched, moronic, driveling fool! Why else should I be here? I, Valdor Noxum, son of the great Emperor Xandorian Noxum. I, Valdor, whose father now lies rigid upon his deathbed. Why else shall I be here – now – at my father’s weakest moment – his arms, legs, and body latched to the mattress, so desperately clinging to it as he does to life?