Javin Blake

ALT A path through tall, skinny trees with fog between the trees with the words "An Agent's Guide to Salting Day, upper YA horror, 75,000 words," in the center.

ALT A path through tall, skinny trees with fog between the trees with the words "An Agent's Guide to Salting Day, upper YA horror, 75,000 words," in the upper left hand corner. On the left side a gray box contains the following words: 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." On the right side, a gray bow contains the following words: "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."

ALT A path through tall, skinny trees with fog between the trees with the words "An Agent's Guide to Salting Day" in the upper left hand corner. The word "COMPS" is in the center. The left side of the image has book covers for MY THROAT AN OPEN GRAVE and SLEWFOOT, and right side has movie posters for THE VVITCH and MIDSOMMAR.

ALT On the left side of the image is titled "snippet" and has the following in a gray box: "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 fingertip, 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 leached the liquid from the surface." The right side, titled Moodboard has a photo collage with the following images: The steeple of a simple white church, a table with two wrought-iron candlesticks with one white candle lit, text that says, "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," a pair of dirty hands, a foggy tree-lined path, and a man holding a book.

ALT A photo collage of the following images, clockwise from the top: orange maple leaves on trees, a closeup of soft green moss, a dark forest with red orange flowers in the foreground, a woman in a red dress lying on her back on wooden planks, a closeup of brown runes, a statue of a woman holding a basket on her head with grass growing around her, a closeup of a tuft of moss, a woman with a flower crown looking to the left in front of an orange field and sunset, and a campfire at night. In the center are the following words: Moss isn't supposed to scream. Its cries ring from the edge of the forest. From the feet of the gods.