Jessica L Scott
Writer of Sci-Fi and Fantasy
Brewing The Plots and Characters you'll love...
About Jessica L Scott
I'm a new UK author of the YA series Fairies Among Us, and am currently working on book 2. I write gritty, realistic, but emotional fantasy,(including Young Adult,) and sci-fi. I'm also working on my first book of a dystopian adult sci-fi series.
I love to be immersed inside a character's head, enjoying the challenge of giving empathy, even occasionally to the most morally grey characters. Everyone has a story if we have the time to listen.
My heroes are mostly feminine and have agency over their own futures & destiny, despite whatever setbacks they experience.
When I'm not writing, I'm usually in the garden or on the beach reading sci-fi or fantasy fiction.
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My hope is that these stories will spark something lasting in you: the courage to find and own your voice, the clarity to face your own mind, shadows and all, and the strength to be heard, unapologetically, no matter the universe trying to silence you.
Whether you’re discovering who you are or reclaiming who you’ve always been, step inside a consciousness that isn’t yours. You might recognise parts of yourself in the chaos.
Coraline (Neil Gaiman)
Meets
The Cruel Prince (Holly Black)
Published Works
My Debut Novel- Book 1 of Fairies Among Us, The Queen’s Dark Ambition is a coming to age, faith discovering, young adult fantasy series told with real heart and grit!
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When you're just a teenager who happens to see fairies in the wood sacrificing a child in your new neighbourhood. You try to stop it, and a stranger, who recognises you, warns you away. You lose your phone in the terrifying debacle and return to find it a few days later:
Snap! A branch broke. Where was it coming from? I opened my eyes, searching again with the torchlight, but I couldn’t find anyone. Someone was definitely here, though. An unsettling smell of ash burnt in my nostrils.
Instinctively, I raced back the way I had come, but a tall sinister figure leapt out of the darkness towards me. I bashed straight into them, my torch flying on to the ground as a heavy hand grasped my shoulder.
“Let go,” I cried, struggling to fight off their clenched grip. Another big hand flew over my mouth, as they moved behind me, muffling my surprised scream. What would my parents say, when they found me gone in the morning? Oh, I shouldn’t have come!
“Quiet. Turn that off,” said a man’s voice, deep and low, as if emanating from the hollow of a tree.
He quickly whispered a chant:
“Quiet as an owl. Silent as the grave.
Silence the howl, the laugh, the talk, the deceptions of a knave.”
He removed his hand, my shouts squeaking until they were inaudible. What was happening? What had he done?
“Turn it off,” he repeated. As his grip loosened, I picked up the torch and tried to escape, but he pulled me back.
He took the torch, turning it off himself, and he pocketed it.
“Wait!” I tried to say, but nothing came out. I wanted my torch back.
Pushing me forward, he led me until we reached the outskirts of the glade, the same place where the sacrifice had happened. I shivered, looking at the altar up ahead. Was I next?
The stranger bowed down on one knee, bringing himself closer to my eye level. In the moonlight, I gazed up at him.
He was the man among the fairies, and older than I first thought. A couple of wrinkles graced his rough skin, yet he had an enduring face, weathered and old, but still many traces of youth were about him. It was tricky to tell. It was almost as if he had lived outside the normal aging process. Despite how he had scared me when I’d first laid eyes on him, seeing his face now, all my fears dissolved.
His grip was powerful, though it slackened as I stood still. I could have escaped. I tried to speak, but nothing happened. My lips moved silently as I struggled to understand the situation.
“I warned you to stay away. Why are you here? Whisper and I’ll listen,” he added.
I nodded.
He planted his hand over my mouth again and chanted,
“The voice of an angel, coward or devil.
Let them speak truth, lies or drivel.”
Words and noises which I had spoken before, stumbled out of my mouth, even though my lips weren’t moving.
“What have you done with my voice? Ah! What’s going on?”
“Shh!” he hissed, rising at double speed and covering my mouth with his big, hot hand. My breath steamed into it, unable to escape. My voice sounded muffled and far away, but I could still hear the rest of my frantic questions.
“Why are you doing this? Who are you? What do you want?”
“Have you finished?” he whispered.
I nodded. He removed his hand, just as another few questions blurted out.
“What happened to the girl? Is she dead?”
He hadn’t time to shush them, and afterwards, he glanced around us warily into the dark. It was so silent.
“Come on, let’s get you back,” he said, with a sudden change of heart. He led me back the way I’d come.
“But I haven’t found my phone yet.”
“There’s no time! You need to go,” he said urgently.
“Why?”
I heard the hum of wings close by, growing louder. Fairies appeared around us, luminous in the moonlight, and all like an assembly of winged trees closing in. Their clothes were decorated with a leafy tree theme, and they wore brown twigged hats.
The man quickly stepped away as they landed, a few of them alighting in the branches overhead and holding up lanterns, as they peered down at me. “You shouldn’t have come,” he said, “You’re one of the Queen’s prisoners now.”
“What?”
Expect:
*Dangerous fairies, emotional, a dash of magic & whimsy!
*Found family vibes with a gradual and heart warming mentor bond you'll treasure.
*No spice
*Plot twists & unexpected surprises
*Intrigue & mystery
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