Title: KISSING TITANS
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Word count: 87,000
Thrown into an ancient war where the combatants are immortal and to lose means an eternity of torture, Rhyan Strong fights for a love she never knew she wanted and the revenge she never dreamed possible.
B’s additional note: After getting some questions answered from Colleen in the comments, I’m going to take a stab at her logline. Remember the pitch is meant to entice an agent to read on. You don’t have to get every detail into the pitch. Narrow in on the inciting event and stakes.
“Are you serious? This is a LOG cabin,(comma)” I snapped. The whole thing could have been built with life size Lincoln Logs. The door, shutters,(comma – you may not be a fan of the Oxford comma, but I am – so you decide here) and roof were bright green and made of tin.
“I know!” Katherine squealed. “I’ve always wanted to try rustic.”
As if you can put on a place like an outfit.
“Home sweet home.” She sighed.
It’s not that I hate my mother, Katherine. B’s additional note: I’d put something here about her mother’s insanity. Maybe like… ‘Besides how can you hate someone who’s diagnosed as insane?’ I just can’t forgive her. I know I should, (comma) but I can’t. My therapist used words like ‘post traumatic stress syndrome’ and ‘survivor guilt’ but all I know is I can’t forgive her and the guilt chews me up.
This is my twelfth move in nine years. B’s additional note: Is she moving with her mom? Or are they on vacation? You could mention the foster care here somehow like … ‘Living in foster care sucks.’) Given that I’m seventeen that means I’ve moved at least once every year since I was eight.
The morning we arrived in Montana, (comma – without a comma it becomes a squinting modifier – The morning we arrived in Montana or in Montana the sky was…) the sky was a horizontal rainbow of pastels dripping lazily towards the Earth like long pulls of saltwater taffy sold warm and chewy on the boardwalk of my last town.
B’s notes: This is well written and I’m interested in finding out what they’ll discover around this rustic cabin. I’m curious what Rhyan’s mother did that she can’t forgive. Especially since it’s something that made her go see a therapist. Is there a reason you’re keeping why she’s not forgiving her mother from the reader? If there isn’t a reason, I think you should fit it in here. I would read on. If you can get that pitch right,I bet you’ll get requests to read more.
I hope this helps!