
ALT 9 Images in a moodboard. Top Left: Black and white image of a crow in a graveyard. Top Middle: A white haired woman in a forest. Top Right: A woman in a vintage dress holding a book with a mans hand over hers. Middle Left: A woman's mouth with dark lipstick, it's parted to show her fangs. Center: The word Heretic. Middle Right: A man kissing a womans neck. Bottom Left: A mans hand painted black, his pointer finger touching a woman's hand and her finger is turning black where it touches his. Bottom Middle: A man's throat with a dark shirt and a silver necklace. Bottom Right: Candles, herbs, and a spellbook. Text on the images: Death touched witch. Punished, forsaken, damned. Guardian Demon.

ALT There is a dark teal background of an ocean. The image looks like you’d take a birds view photo of the open ocean surface. There are a few light teal marbled lines where the sun catches the waves, no other item are in the picture. The texts says: Agent guide, Adult upmarket psychological suspense, target 75k words. The title says: All because of you in a serif font. Right below it states the author name: Kate Night. The right half of the image is the pitch on a semi-transparent teal solid cover background, matching the background image. The pitch says: An anxious mom finds the apartment empty without a clue where her baby and husband are, until she follows a woman her husband has been meeting, confirming her suspicions—her marriage is over and he is taking their daughter with him—so to keep her child with her, she must take her from them and disappear before they can or she will be forced to live as childless mother for the rest of her life.

ALT For a year, Anastasia's life revolved around her daughter. The stream of dark thoughts her mind produced chipped at her marriage until they became little more than roommates. A sun fueled vacation on the Croatian coast was supposed to fix both, instead the two people she cannot live without disappear from the luxury rental like they were never even there. She tracks the location of his dead phone expecting to find them on a stroll, instead his phone is the only thing there, and no one recognizes them. She reports them missing but without a lead they could be dead before the police acts. Leaving the station she spots a woman her husband Lukas is close with, and it hits her—he is replacing her for someone less damaged and starting over. Only two choices remain; wait hoping they don’t disappear forever, or run now and jeopardize any hope of winning the custody battle in the future.

ALT There is a dark teal background of an ocean. The image looks like you’d take a birds view photo of the open ocean surface. There are a few light teal marbled lines where the sun catches the waves, no other item are in the picture. All text is white, the title is in a serif font the rest is sans-serif. The title says: The comps. There are four overlayed images over the background in the middle of the page in equal distance from eachother. First is the book cover of Shatter Island by Dennis Lehane, bellow it says: fracture reality. To the right there is the book of The Push by Ashley Audrain, below it says: tragic anti-hero. To the right there is the book cover of Wrong Place Wrong Time by Gillian McAllister, below it says: puzzle box structure. The last one on the right is the book cover of The Silent Patient by Alex Michaelides and below it says: unreliable narrator. On the bottom centre of the screen there is a white arrow pointing right.

ALT The image uses the same ocean image background as the rest. The writing sample is written on a dark teal semi-translucent background that matches the ocean image. The text says: The morning sun rays were warming my skin while the foaming waves and the cicadas serenaded me in a harmony that always relaxed my very soul. Unfortunately, the day this year’s summer vacation started was different. Shadows had spread through my thoughts months ago—rooting themselves deep enough to persevere even in the annoyingly scorching sun—to orchestrate coordinated attacks in the most inopportune moments, and to lock every muscle in my body tight as a bow. Always ready to bolt in to action, the moment the tiniest hint of danger approached my perfect little baby girl. I watched her play with stones by my feet as if I had been expecting the pebbles to gobble her up.





































