
ALT PITCH The desolate world from Augusta’s dreams blurs into a chilling reality when a specter of swirling mist and shadows haunts her and kidnaps her childhood best friend, Theo. When the ravenous shadows come for her next, Augusta is rescued by an impossibly familiar stranger with eyes of fire, and together they journey into a world consumed by Darkness, an entity that feeds on despair and rot. There, the shadows hold Theo—and the world—captive. As she begins to fall for the man guiding her through the starless land, the line between the two realities starts to fracture, and Augusta discovers there may be truth to the tales hidden in her dreams, and freeing her best friend from the shadows comes at a cost. The Darkness is hungry, and the Darkness always gets what it wants. A sacrifice must be made. And this time, Augusta is the one expected to make it.

ALT Comps The Lost Story Over the Garden Wall The Starless Sea Starling House Howl's Moving Castle strange world, queer rep, other lands, lyrical writing, dark uncertainty, stars, interwoven tales, dramatic love interests

ALT Snippet She blinked. The figure was gone. Or maybe she was seeing things again. “Theo—” she started, but he wasn’t beside her anymore. “Theo?” The movement returned. It grew into the shape of a person, then into a swirling mass beyond. Long fingers, crooked spine, head warped. Her heart in her chest, panic in her throat. Smell. Sound. Taste. Touch. Sight. Think, Augusta. Think. It’s not real. What can you smell? Popcorn. What can you hear? The laughter of children, Christmas music. What can you taste? The cider in hand. What can you touch? The scarf around my neck. What can you see? The shadow in the shape of a person. Augusta froze. It hadn’t gone away. Instead, it only grew larger, more ominous. It rose in the night, towering over the tents. The moon deserted the sky, blocked by the mass. Tangled blond curls appeared in her periphery, light against the growing darkness. A hanging light exploded with a pop. No one reacted. Panic clawed at her insides, her veins. “Theo!”

ALT The pitch of THISTLEWOOD: When her sister disappears while seeking a new position, Peregrine Dale tracks her to the decaying Thistlewood Estate. Entrapped by a manor of shifting doors and puppet-like ghosts, she must navigate the psychological games of the manor’s elusive mistress to uncover the family secrets and festering rot hiding beneath the house’s genteel facade.

ALT A nine panel mood board in a pallet of deep forest green, earthy purple, and a rich vibrant spectrum of reds and oranges. Pictures from top left to bottom right: Green, rocky mountain with a cloudy sky. Cut pomegranates on a board. Fog and river through the mountains. An array of heirloom tomatoes. A femme figure curled in grass and branches. A tray of mushrooms and artichokes. A shoeless figure walking over moss. A stack of mute, dwarf pumpkins. A faerie ring made of rocks in the grass.



























