Grapgic Novels Novels & Stories

Other works included metal sculptures, canvases covered in glass and beads and ribbons, and more traditional paintings of people that were haunting in their colors and overall composition. Thea hadn’t entered in paintings, and now she wished she had. She hadn’t entered at all, actually. After she’d sent out a number of query letters to agents for her graphic novel, she hadn’t heard anything for weeks. Assuming rejection, she’d been about to send out a second round of letters to other agents when she’d gotten the email from an agent in New York.

The man the media hailed as a generational genius, a clean-cut visionary reshaping city skylines with sustainable glass monoliths. He wasn't just building towers. He was designing the infrastructures of global crime. I have to leave. Right now. Panic, cold and sharp, flooded her veins. Clara slammed her laptop shut, shoving it into her leather satchel along with the ledger and the flash drive. She didn't bother turning off the UV lamp. She didn't care about the historical blueprints anymore. Every instinct she possessed, honed by a lifetime of hyper-vigilance, screamed that she was already out of time.