GENRE: Young Adult Fantasy
LOGLINE: Isa and her dying brother flee a tyrant’s guards when Isa’s attempted robbery ends in an accidental murder. Armed with only the knowledge that one of the country’s dead gods is still alive, Isa must hunt her down and return her to power. If not for her country, then for her brother.
A traitor dangled from the courtyard rafters. Blowflies and beetles hummed around him. They clung to the tattered frays of his King’s Guard uniform. I skirted around the edges of the courtyard and pulled my shirt over my nose. The rows of decorative bushes and vines along the walls snapped under my boots. A stray stick poked through a hole in the leather. I glanced to the guard. Pity someone had already stolen his shoes.
I’d never seen this room so empty. The view through the sewer grate was always crowded by armored boots and bruised legs. I passed under the room often enough to know the layout. The heavy march of soldiers rattled the old walls of the abandoned aquifers. The rusted sewer grate tinted everything red.
The room was larger than I’d thought. Without the press of bodies clunking around in armor, the empty dirt floor was a long one hundred paces. The dead soldier hung in the dead center. Dead flies and dirt collected beneath him.
That was one way to stop defecting.
“Eyes open,” I said. I touched my fingers to my temple.
He didn’t respond. All the better. I wasn’t in a talking mood. The new pair of guards stationed outside the King’s storehouse was young, naïve, and took their jobs too seriously. Sneaking round them would be near impossible on a good day. Today, my stomach growled for attention every step. They’d catch me in a wick.