Here’s the first few thousand words of what my copy-editor and I call BATS.
Sample back-cover verbiage:
A raging storm threatens as Tillion sets out alone to fish the sea for their means of trade. Regretfully, his sister must remain with their father, a broken, untrustworthy man. ‘Fill the barrels and return’, Tillion tells himself. But the sea’s waves and the whims of the storm have other plans, insistent plans; wreck his boat and toss him out to drift, as he may, North into the hands of the Blues and their righteous sense of justice.
Seka and Warruf discover him, stranded on the beach, a meal for a pack of wild dogs. With well aimed arrows drawn by blue arms, the blue of solidarity, they scatter the pack, saving the lad. “Your ship is wrecked, you’ll die alone. Come with us,” they implore.