TITLE: The Blame Collector
GENRE: YA Fantasy
LOGLINE: With her execution imminent, 16-year-old Selby, who everyone believes brought a curse upon the land by killing her cousin, decides to save herself and her people by using black magic to raise her cousin from the dead, with disastrous consequences. The Blame Collector journeys to remedy the horror that Selby has unleashed, while Selby herself works frantically to solve the mysteries of her past--before the ax falls.
The black robes were like the shiny black surface of a tar pit, ghostly hands protruding with sharp nails. Poison green eyes gleaming from beneath a heavy hood.
A demon come to take her away.
Tap, tap, tap. Each step forward a warning.
Air swirled around the black robes, billowing them out. The candle on the table flickered.
The curtain ripped from its rod and fluttered to the Blame Collector’s feet. “You cannot hide from me, child.”
Selby pulled her little legs tighter into her body, her chin tucked behind her knees as she tried to push further into the corner. She was only six years old, but she had already done the worst thing in the world.
“For what you have done, I curse you,” the Blame Collector growled. “There will be suffering in this land because of you. Still, I will give you ten years to repent, to rid yourself of your evil. If you fail, you will be subject to whatever punishment the lady of Yarrow sees fit.”
The ghostly hands clapped together. The candle blew out. The air in the room grew still, sticky, warm, like heart’s blood turned to vapor.
Then the robes swished against the flagstones as the dark figure disappeared into the night-black hallway, leaving the little girl alone with her curse.