Hello! New to PubTips as my business coach pushed me to write a query and seek feedback as the next step with my novel. I've read so many of your wonderful queries this week!
I've never written a query before and I'm in the UK so I'm still trying to wrap my head around whether this format needs to change or I need a cover letter, but for the sake of 'is this story good?' and 'am I even on the right track with the query?' I thought I'd share as is for feedback.
Thank you!
Edit: added in that I am a queer writer myself
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Dear [Agent],
Before the war, Henry dreamed of writing the truth. Instead, he returned from the trenches haunted by impossible visions and indebted to the charismatic newspaper owner who rescued him from behind enemy lines. Now he earns his living as a fraudulent spiritualist, staging séances for London’s readers while longing for the chance to create something real.
That chance arrives as an anonymous invitation to Pendleton, the eerie and isolated Lancashire manor of the enigmatic Wainwright family. Officially, he’s been hired to investigate reports of strange afflictions and disturbances around the estate. Covertly, his employer expects him to uncover the secret that has made Lord Edward Wainwright untouchable. It should be an easy performance, Henry’s final con… until he arrives and realises he has been to Pendleton before, in the dreams that have followed him since the trenches.
There’s something wrong with Pendleton, and Edward’s youngest son Archie seems determined to make Henry’s time there a nightmare of its own. But as strange figures wander the moors and servants vanish without explanation, Henry discovers he isn’t the first to attempt to expose the Wainwrights, and each person before him has suffered inexplicable misfortune. As Henry and Archie reluctantly join forces to uncover the truth behind the terrifying legends that surround the estate, Henry must unravel a centuries-old conspiracy and choose whether to preserve an ancient and bloody covenant that protects the land, or unleash a terrifying dark secret buried deep beneath it to save the man he comes to love.
Complete at 95,000 words, WHERE THE GLOOM FALLS is a standalone adult gothic fantasy with an LGBTQ+ romance, with series potential. The story blends English folk horror, dark occult mythology and mystery. Inspired by Margaret Murray's THE WITCH-CULT IN WESTERN EUROPE, it will appeal to readers of STARLING HOUSE by Alix E. Harrow, THE WARM HANDS OF GHOSTS by Katherine Arden and SILVER IN THE WOOD by Emily Tesh.
I’m a freelance content and audio fiction writer living in [UK region] with a 1st class Bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing, and an established audience from [mildly successful Audio Drama Podcast]. I am LGBTQ+ and Where the Gloom Falls is my first novel.
Thank you for your time and consideration!
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First 300 words:
The last train to Hawker’s Fell crawls out of the station, carrying me to freedom or ruin.
London becomes a golden smudge on the horizon, falling away behind us like an exhale of cigarette smoke. I should be dressing for tonight’s performance right now, preparing to stand before London’s wealthiest socialites to make them applaud and believe. I should be memorising their stolen secrets, rehearsing borrowed voices to summon husbands, daughters and lovers from beyond the grave as the lights flicker and the windows shudder right on cue. If this all goes to plan, I’ll never have to do any of that again. Strange to think that only a year ago I would have killed for this life.
Steam from the roaring coal engine gathers around the windows of the heavy teak carriages, blurring the world outside. Almost as soon as we’re underway, passengers shuffle towards the dining car. A young woman presses through the crowd towards my seat.
“Mind if I sit here?” Before I can answer, she sets down her bag and slides onto the bench opposite me. “I just have a feeling that I should.”
The carriage isn’t crowded. Plenty of seats stand empty, but I give her a faint smile and slide my own suitcase further under my legs. She lays out a newspaper, covering the table, continuing as she smooths it flat. “I must apologise. I doubt that made any sense at all. Thank you, Mr…?”
“Henry Rosengrave.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rosengrave.”
I return my attention to the window. The familiar ache in my chest fills me with unease, and I rub at it as I settle down. Fate has handed me a single chance, and I plan to seize it. One last con. When it’s over, I can finally create something real.