Title: Soul Without a Boy
Genre: YA urban fantasy
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When 17-year-old London Howell inadvertently "creates" a girl, drawing the attention of the city's ruling magus family, he must decide if the answers to newly raised questions about himself and his family are worth the price of the girl's soul.
Second line of the very first paragraph of the 1st chapter:
It was crouched against the wooden post of a neighbor's mailbox, little more than a shadow with large-knuckled fingers that raked at empty air.
First 250 words of your second chapter:
The boy with her—Asian, with dark hair braided back into cornrows—gave Amun a cursory glance before addressing London. "What House are you from?"
London wasn't about to tell them where he lived. He pointed over his shoulder.
The girl with the ponytail laughed.
"What's the name of your House?" Cornrows asked, his words edged with impatience now.
"My house's name?" London repeated, confused. "Can't say we've ever named it." At the boy's tightening jaw, he offered, "Harold?"
"You think you're funny?" he asked, voice rising.
London didn't think so, but that didn't stop him from trying. Humor was a tool, an ice breaker. Or maybe an ice pick, more exact, a way to direct a conversation from topics that were either uncomfortable or too personal.
"Or maybe you're just stupid," Cornrows said. He reminded London of the football players at school—too much competition, not enough anger management. Their animosity was more amusing than anything else.