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ALT PITCH: In a kingdom where necromancy is illegal, budding necromancer Sera fights her way to the top of the kingdom court. Discovery means death, but Sera has always wanted to make an impact and she won't let something like morals get in her way. EXCERPT: They would be, Sera thought, the blood thrumming in her ears. The dead here had been raised. En-masse, probably. She could only imagine the power that had taken. A whole village’s dead, raised in one night. She could see the figure now in her mind’s eye, a Harbinger cloaked in black under the light of a silvery full moon, the crimson wash of his Necromantic power seeping into the soil like blood and unleashing horrors, an army of the dead clawing their way out of their final resting places. She shivered.
ALT Adult Dark Fantasy
ALT Unlikable female MCs, Death Magic/Necromancy, Fall Arc. Women's Wrongs. Comps: Gideon the Ninth, I Feed Her to the Beast and the Beast is Me, To Gaze Upon Wicked Gode, The Poppy War, Sabriel A Corruption of Death by Hadiyah Sama
ALT A Convergence of Souls by Hadiyah Sama Art by RoscheriArt on instagram
ALT •YA •urban fantasy •secret societies •islamic mythology •she hates him •horror elements •heists PITCH: When a heist goes wrong, two rival members of opposing secret societies find themselves pursued by a malicious Jinn, an Unseen creature from the myths, hell-bent on retribution. With both the Seen and Unseen on their tail, and a history of hatred between them, the two must work together to stop the jinn from exacting a plan that would mean the eternal subjugation of both human jinn-kind alike. A CONVERGENCE OF SOULS is a dual POV novel that centres on the deadly secrets of two members of rival secret societies.
ALT COMPS: Assassin's Creed, Alif the Unseen, Portrait of a Thief, The Stardust Thief, Indiana Jones EXCERPT: “Where is it?” Tabby asked, and Felix pulled the scarf fully from around his face. He was sweating. Gross. “Not here,” he muttered. “There was a Scholar.” “You lost it?” Tabby sounded disgusted. Her long black hair was gathered in a high ponytail, the sleek mane falling down her back as she leaned forward in her seat. “There was a Scholar,” Felix repeated defensively. “She punched me in places that may never recover, Tabitha.”
