Raphael is in capable hands and I’m working on its blurb and promo material. What do you think?
Coming from a past of abuse, as a young werewolf on the run, Raphael has nowhere to go and no one who loves him. He lives by, sleeping in the catacombs under Rome, and hiding from the Controller who wants to take him back to Renegade Youth Shelter.
Raphael’s days are filled with the constant threat of being discovered, and his future looks dark and lonely.
Then one night, he steals a vial of vampire blood by mistake. While escaping from an enforcer bent on catching him, Raphael meets Luisa, a werewolf like him. His wolf howls at the girl’s scent, branding her as Raphael’s true soul mate, but their first encounter is cut short by the enforcer.
Separated from Luisa by adults who want to exploit them, Raphael will sacrifice everything to be reunited with her. But will it be enough?
I can’t remember when I posted a Friday snippet last, but it’s about time to start doing it again. Yesterday, I finished writing Raphael, the first title in The Immortal Youth series (which I’ve been posting chapter by chapter on WriteOn), and I feel in a celebratory mood because it was quite the gestation. I also finished working on the cover and I want to show it off along the snippet.
Raphael zigzagged in and out of the back alley he entered to lose the enforcer. The sucker had been on Raphael’s tail for a while, and so far, he had managed to escape the long hand of the law. Running at full speed, he glanced right and left looking for a secluded spot he could hide and take a breather. A soft glow illuminated the ancient cobblestones paving the street, and dew covered the ground, which made his frantic jog a loud affair where stealth was required. His trainer soles squeaked and squealed every time he changed direction. The annoying noise reminded him of that one time he played basketball with some mortal kids. Lanky as only tall genes and neglect can assure, and turned fourteen a few weeks earlier, Raphael proved to be a natural. At the recent memory, a smile tugged at his lips, but booted steps echoed from the right and he dove left under a marble arch.
As an architecture enthusiast, he liked the Ghetto neighborhood, but it wasn’t built for midnight cops and robbers games. Too many dead ends, like the brick wall covered in ivy he found himself facing after his last turn. His wolf growled in displeasure.
“I don’t like it either.” He steadied himself against what remained of a Roman column turned pedestal. The fat, black and white cat resting on top of the ruin raised a paw and licked it, as if taunting Raphael’s wolf, who growled louder. “Would you behave?” For once, he hoped it were full moon to be able to turn and run away using his wolf’s speed…
The pic says it all, I think.