GILDED FEVER (QUERY):
The
California Gold Rush had promised untold things. Riches. Freedom. Life anew.
Gold promised anything. Gold promised everything.
And it was
all a lie.
It’s 1850, and the easy gold is gone.
Sixteen-year-old Annie Duvall’s father and his mining crew are on their last
legs, losing men, patience, and their sanity in the process. Desperate and out of options, Annie’s father recruits
Severo, a foreigner whose mining technology has the ability to cycle through
the riverbed five times faster than his men’s bare hands.
When Severo’s equipment is vandalized in
the night, rendering it inoperable, he quickly points his finger at Annie. But
it is not Annie who is sabotaging the mining operation, rather Keme, a mystic
Indian boy whose tribe is dying at the hands of her father’s mining methods.
As Annie begins to develop feelings for
a native she didn’t know were possible, she is forced to choose between the
lure of gold and helping a savage destroy everything her father has worked
tirelessly for. Both will tear her heart apart, but one will leave her dead.
GILDED FEVER (80,000 words) is a YA Historical
novel about the California Gold Rush. This novel may appeal to fans of A
Northern Light by Jennifer Donnelly and Fever 1793 by Laurie Halse Anderson.
I am a blogger and YA reviewer for the
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The blog was featured in VOYA’s Trending
in Youth Culture: The Best Blogs and Sites for Youth Advocates in 2012. GILDED FEVER was also a finalist in the
PitchWars writing contest. Per your request, the first 250 words are included
below.
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GILDED FEVER (1st 250 Words):
Thomas Miller had never killed a soul before in his
life.
He had never uttered a foul word, or even been in so
much as a fight. Thomas Miller was a good ol’ boy in the eyes of many.
But it only took a sparkle. A single sparkle and
Thomas pointed his gun and pulled the trigger.
Thomas bent over the man. His head was face-down in
the river, a thick shadow of red coloring the water. Once he and the man had
been as close as brothers, but now Thomas barely cared to remember his name.
All he cared about was what was in the man’s hand.
Thomas pried open the dead fingers. They were still
warm, still covered in a layer of dirt from the day’s work. He unfurled death’s
grip, and grasped what had caught his eye just seconds before he’d pulled
the trigger.
He’d been working for months. Worked so hard it
seemed like this was all he knew. Like breathing or keeping his heart beating.
He’d heard the stories—they all had. Stories about a rock so pretty it shone
with the sun’s light. A stone that granted man’s wishes. A pebble that meant
life anew.
Gold.
Gold, gold! Gold
found in the great American River!
It was a story worth leaving families for.
Excitement spread through the entire world like a flame to a haystack. They
flocked from everywhere, coming for a taste of golden freedom. A taste Thomas
craved so hard it ached.