Title: Magic by Blood, Book 1
35-word pitch: Charmed/Harry Potter-ish story. Three girls meet for the first time to find out they have more in common. The bond they form will ultimately be the savior or the destruction of their world. .
First 500: Tap. Tap. Tap.
Genova sat up from her bed. Someone was at the door. She felt her heart race. No one had ever come by before. In fact, she believed that no one ever knew that she and her grandmother, Nora, even existed. Her surprise turned to anxiousness. Maybe it was…but it couldn’t be. Why not? Turning sixteen had always been a turning point for any girl, right? So why couldn’t this be who she hoped? It would definitely make a perfect birthday present.
She got up from the bed and walked to her door. She opened it a little, just enough to hear her grandmother talking to their visitor.
“Magandang hapon, Aleng Nora,” said the visitor. It was a man who, though he spoke Tagalog, Genova could tell was a foreigner, because he had an accent.
“Anong kailangan mo?” Nora responded, a twinge of annoyance in her voice.
“You know why I’m here, Nora.”
Genova’s brows furrowed. Obviously, this visitor wasn’t a stranger - at least, not to her grandmother. Nevertheless, why the cold reception from the elderly woman? She had never heard Nora speak in that tone. She dared to open her door a little bit more, but did not walk out. She heard Nora let out a scoff, but told the visitor to come in. Genova’s curiosity was growing by the second and she anxiously waited for her grandma to call her out.
The visitor was an older man with silver hair that glinted when he passed the lamp in the living room. He had pale skin and wore an old gray sweater over his white shirt and gray slacks. She watched as his wrinkly right hand reached for his sombrero, his long skinny fingers holding onto the brim.
She reverted her eyes to Nora, who stood by the now-closed door with her arms crossed on her chest and her old brown eyes glaring. He remained standing even though he could have sat down on the old wicker couch. Genova suspected that he was waiting for an offer to sit. He was looking at her grandmother, smiling, unnerved by the old woman’s wicked glares.
“So how have you been, Nora? It’s been a long time.”
“Hindi pa masyadong matagal,” Nora spat. “I had hoped that you would never come back here. Ever.”
The old man smiled as he shook his head. Then he chuckled.
“Like I said, you know why I’m here.”
The old woman sighed. It almost sounded…defeated. Nora gestured the man to sit as she sat in the chair across from the couch, the coffee table giving them distance.
“Alam ko nga kung bakit nandito ka, Abraham,” she said, leaning back. “But it doesn’t mean that I have to like it.”
“I know you don’t like it. I get that. But it’s necessary.”
“Are you positive that he’s back?”He? Who was this “he”? Genova was having a hard time even believing that her grandmother spoke English, let alone knowing the reason for this man’s