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Javin Blake
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•Javin• rhymes with raven •
•writes horror, humor & more •
• mom • wife • scientist • gardener •
• voracious reader • neurodivergent •
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I made this graphic as marketing practice for my querying YA folk horror manuscript, SALTING DAY.

It's historical horror a lá THE VVITCH, and folk horror a lá MIDSOMMAR, with an angry girl who isn't afraid to embrace the darkness within 😈
A path through tall, skinny trees with the following text: an agent's guide to Salting Day, upper YA horror, 75,000 words Two gray text boxes with the following text. Left box: Pitch: Flames and flesh. Salt and blood. Pious hogwash. The Salting Day rituals of blood, salt, and sacrifice won't save Seventeen-year-old Damaris from the Ravenous, the demon that eats any who venture out of her cult-choked Pennsylvania town. Damaris must stop the bloody rituals and the person responsible for sacrificing villagers to the Ravenous, or all in her village will be devoured. Right side text: Themes: isolated village in the woods, ill-fated love, monstrous girl, folk horror, creeping dread, grief feminine rage, loss, body horror, religious horror, atmospheric world. A foggy path through the trees, with the text Comps in the center. Skeletal hands point from the word Books to the cover of MY THROAT AN OPEN GRAVE and SLEWFOOT, and two skeletal hands point from the word Films to THE VVITCH and MIDSOMMAR. A gray box with the following text: Snippet: The pile of salt was an oblong hill of translucent squares—all angles and sharp edges. Before long, everyone in the meeting house would be hard at work, preparing the sacrificial flesh for the Ravenous. Damaris shivered. Their crimson-coated arms, from elbow to dripping fingertips, would be laden with the life blood of the sows. Coarse junk salt would gouge their palms as they pressed the grains into the thirsty flesh, blooming pink as it reached the liquid from the surface. On the right side, a mood board with the following pictures: a steeple on a white curch, two wrought iron candle sticks with one lit white candle, a foggy, tree-lined path through the forest, a man all in black carrying a book, and a pair of muddy, upturned hands with the following text near the center: We should always endeavor to toil, to ever render our flesh palatable for the Eternal Flame. Damaris wrinkled her nose. "I do not wish to be palatable."
November 18, 2024 at 12:03 AM