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Round 2!

http://childrenspublishing.blogspot.com/2013/05/announcing-top-25-for-may-pitch250.html

 

OF BLOOD AND ROSES made it on to round 2 and into the top 25 for Adventure’s in YA and Children’s Publishing’s May Pitch+250 Contest!  Huzzah!  Fingers AND toes crossed for round 3!  (Is that even possible?)

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OF BLOOD AND ROSES made it into the TOP 50 for Adventures in YA and Children’s Publishing’s May Pitch+250 Contest!  Fingers crossed for round 2!

http://childrenspublishing.blogspot.com/2013/05/announcing-top-50-for-may-pitch250.html

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The Writer's Voice

I have been lucky enough to win a raffle spot in “The Writer’s Voice” is a multi-blog, multi-agent contest.  Many, many thanks to Cupid of Cupid’s Literary Connection, Brenda Drake of Brenda Drake Writes, Krista Van Dolzer of Mother. Write. (Repeat.), and Mónica Bustamante Wagner (of Love YA)!

Entry #1:

QUERY:

Dear Coaches,

I am seeking representation for my 70,000-word young adult novel, OF
BLOOD AND ROSES.

A disillusioned music major, Maggie Mae Carter is sick of living life
timidly, adrift in a sucky sea of homework, papers, and wretched
mediocrity.  So when she hears a voice on the radio that makes her
feel more alive than she has in years, she knows she has to meet the
singer – this mysterious Thomas Lynn.  Armed with a penchant for
traditional balladry, Maggie steals away to The Hall – a labyrinthine
rock club teeming with secrets – to meet the man who spins folk songs
into rock ‘n’ roll perfection.  But when she wakes up alone on the
greenroom couch with petals in her curls and her arms raked with
thorns, Maggie is plunged into the strange world behind the shadows of
The Hall, where words bind, where music manipulates, and where
mortality hints at something more.  As Maggie struggles to unravel the
mystery that is Thomas Lynn and come to terms with her own complicated
feelings towards him, will she be able to save Thomas from the
eldritch forces that threaten him?  And, more importantly, will she be
able to save him from himself?

With elements of paranormal romance and urban fantasy, OF BLOOD AND
ROSES is a retelling of the traditional Scottish ballad of “Tam Lin,”
set in modern-day Salem, Massachusetts, during the exquisite madness that is
Halloween.  I am currently working on the sequel.

Graduating summa cum laude from Salem State University, I have
garnered recognition for my poetry, my fiction, as well as for my
songwriting.  As a performing folksinger and ballad scholar, I have
spent years studying the ballad of “Tam Lin,” living with it, dreaming
it, imagining my own world within the fertile lines – a landscape of
sex, sacrifice, and the quest for true love.

Thank you for your time and consideration.  I look forward to hearing from you.

Sincerely,

Molly Pinto Madigan

OF BLOOD AND ROSES

FIRST 250 WORDS:

 

My father forbade me to go to The Hall that night.

    I listened to him calmly – he was being quite rational, a

welcome change – and then I went anyway.

    The beech outside my window shivered in the cool October

air, the light from the streetlight gathering golden in the leaves.

Hoisting open my window, I climbed down the sprawling,

silver-barked branches, and while I wish I could say that I was

graceful in the descent, I nearly broke my neck.  My room’s on the

second floor, and the beech bark is smooth like polished stone.  Add a

red ‘50s-style dress and a shoulder bag into the mix, and you’ve got a

recipe for disaster.  After retrieving one of my leather flats from

the hedges, where it had flown seemingly of its own volition, I swore

to myself that next time, if there was a next time, I would dress more

sensibly.

    I wasn’t bold enough to swipe my father’s keys, which meant that

my mode of transportation for the night would be my bike,

which was fugly and too small, but its handlebars curved like a

bull’s horns, and I felt like a rapscallion when riding it, which was,

I thought, worth all the hideousness.

    I must have been a sight, riding into the dark with hair and

streamers streaming.  Not only was my dress highly impractical for

tree-climbing, but it seemed equally unsuited to bicycle-riding.  All I

could do was try to keep the flashing to a minimum.

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