Dear Mrs. Meadows,
Discarded as an infant, Paul's miserable existence of begging and
thieving is turned inside out when he takes on the identity of his
mentally handicapped twin, the Crown Prince, but finds that his skill of
going unnoticed is now his greatest liability.
When his father the king is kidnapped by a vengeful sorcerer set on
destroying the royal family Paul learns fast how to take control putting
his life on the line repeatedly.
Time runs out after the sorcerer unwittingly unleashes an uncontrollable
ancient evil everybody thought banished for many generations. Paul has
to surpass himself to start and end a war in order to free two kingdoms
without losing the most important people in his life: his family.
My stand-alone MG-novel "Thicker Than Water" is complete at 70,000
words. It is a Historical Fantasy with the background based on 12th and
13th century Europe. Details about everyday life in the Middle Ages add
authenticity to the story.
By all I read about you, you seem to be devoted to finding new voices
and I do hope you'll like Paul's.
I am a published German author but this is the first novel I wrote
exclusively in English. Several of my short stories and a historical
novel were published by small press publishers in Germany. I also
translated my historical novel "Ann Angel's Freedom" and self-published
it in the US. Since it was only intended for the main character's
descendants, I was surprised and excited to receive praise for it by
Fantasy-author Holly Lisle.
I included a sample chapter and a one page synopsis (in this case 250
Thank you for taking the time,
Chapter 1: Mother’s Day
Paul woke with the town’s outer wall against his back and wolves gnawing
at his intestines. That was nothing new to him. Last week he had had a
lucky day. First Lilla had given him a whole loaf of bread then he had
been able to steal another. Yesterday, he had eaten the last, moldy
slice. Now he wished that he hadn’t. He pulled his skinny legs closer
until the pain subsided, then he sat up and looked at the other kids of
his chosen family. Beggars and thieves like himself, they were sleeping
on the bare ground beside him. All of them were skinny and unkempt and
smelled of stale sweat and dirt.
Seraphina’s wound was still festering. She hadn’t been able to use her
leg for two weeks now. Her nimble fingers and fleet feet had been sorely
missed, since she was one of the best providers of the Gang. Her wound
smelled nasty. In the early morning twilight Paul could hardly make out
the grubs eating the rotting flesh. The girl clung to her sister Amanda
as if her life depended on it, their auburn and brown curls mingling on
the ground. Seraphina moaned in her sleep and Paul’s heart ached at his
inability to help her. He knew that the flies’ larvae would do a much
better job at cleaning the wound than he could.
Maybe, I can find her something to eat. Another pang of hunger made him