Hello!! YA novel, Sci-fi/fanstay: I'm on my fourth draft of the story and am mostly concerned about flow, chapter length, plot, character development, etc. I'll attach the synopsis and a blurb below! :)
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Normal teenage things: love, treason, overthrowing the government, being runaways, almost dyingāwaitā¦what?!
A moody princess with a dark history, her younger brother whoās keeping just as many secrets; a hopeful scientist from her dying planet, in a secret relationship; a warrior princess also in a secret relationship; a shy and clever prince whoās never left his planet; and a genius bookworm with a need for justiceā¦what could possibly go wrong?
The six of them have to fight their way through the most epic story in the history of The Alliance of Galactic Security- TAGS, if you will; in the process theyāll fall in love, commit treason, and so much moreā¦but those are just normal teenage things- right?
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Prologue
Rhuta, Saturnalia
Little diamond raindrops hit the cobblestoned street, unknowingly masking the sound of wet and hasty footsteps. Bullets hit the wall behind six figures, chipping away bits of stone. Their shadows illuminated by the flamed street lamps, lit and set low because of the storm. Breath comes out like wisps of smoke in the cool air, and a layer of fog lies low to the ground.Ā
From somewhere far too close, someone- likely a guard-shouts, āGet them!ā
They hear the rattle of guns against armor, metal on metal. Boots thunder and splash through puddles, the sound drowning out their heavy breathing. Lightning flashes overhead, followed by a crash of thunder, and another pelting of heavy rain leaves ball gowns and tuxedos soaked. The dark streets scream with wind as the six of them huddle against the back of a building, a small and tattered awning offering little reprieve from the unforgiving storm. Shouted commands and threatening footfalls grow distant, and they decide itās safe to move again. Crouching and as quietly as possible, they dodge through the alleyways, inching closer to safety. Heels click in time with the rain, and the shuffle of tulle is drowned, expensive satin soaked and shiny.Ā
Armor clanks near them, and they freeze, ducking behind the nearest building, trying to silence their panting from running. They all look to one another, seeing the fear written so plainly across their features.Ā
āWe have to go,ā Rafe says, sliding his hand into Dooneās, āWhile we still can.ā
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Chapter One
DOONEĀ
3 Months Earlier
Red Oasis Palace, Venusia
Doone squints her eyes at the rising sun, feeling the fine sand build up on top of her silk scarf. She sits atop her horse, and looks out at the desert. Its angry rolling dunes and scorching winds are enough to ward off anyone inside the city walls. Off in the distance, she sees looming clouds, low to the ground. A sandstorm must be coming in. Itād take a while to get here, by nightfall perhaps, but it would be a harsh one. Looking to the horizon once more, Doone turns and calls her horse to run. The palace in view, she slows Zahara to a trot and unwraps her headscarf, sand trickling down her neck. The high clay walls of the palace cast shadows, shielding the blistering sun.
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