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Letters from the Sky by Civil Twilight
35 word pitch: Cancer patient Bixby awakens on Centerra, where giants hunt children for magic. If he fails to deliver his friend Asra, the giants will execute everyone, including the girl he loves.
Bixby stares at the world through a fish tank while his body clenches in pain and delirium hazes his senses. An elevator crack shakes the bed. Nausea floods his throat as doctors press his abdomen.
“What’s your pain score?”
Bixby manages a responsive groan. At eighteen, he refuses to forfeit his battle against cancer.
A chill runs through his right forearm. He blinks, watching white bubbles form beneath the skin. He moans, realizing it blew again. A nurse digs a needle in his left wrist, seeking, but not finding, a good vein. Bixby sinks deeper into the aquarium, pain clogging his ears and eyes. His mother kisses his cheek, rubbing her hand on his bare head, tears spilling over his face. The deep sucks him under, evaporating Bixby’s will. He allows the darkness to escort him to freedom.
Bixby’s eyes fluttered open, his brain struggling through the fog of deep sea dreaming. A forest of maroon oaks swathed in purple mist blurred into view. The scent of fresh soil filled his nose. Something tapped his forehead. His clearing vision revealed a small creature with spiky, black hair, torn, dark clothes, and velvet moth wings hovering before his nose. Her fingers poked at his skull.
“Wake up! Giants aren’t far!”
Alarmed, he sat up. A girl with pale skin, slanted eyes, slender nose, and pink lips lay a few feet from him. A jolt rocketed his system as he realized she was naked.