The back of a book

Have you ever asked yourself what attracts you most in a book? The cover, the back story, the editor, the format? I have to have a really good cover. There are times I didn't read a good book just because of its cover, and finally when my mom had nagged at me sufficiently I would read and exclaim in suprise. Still, the back of a book is always important. In class I amuse myself by writing the prefaces (is that what you call 'em?) to the novels I want to write. Here are two, for a novel called Night Dweller and Dark Dawn, of course:
Dark Dawn
There are those that are chosen:
Elaina Steele is a Dome Citizen, accepted in one of the world's last remaining strongholds of civilization, priviledged for her superior genetic code and her unusual intelligence. Bound by unbreakable laws, restricted by a rigid set of rules, there is only one thing she longs for:
Escape.
There are those that are rejected.
Ethan Wolfe does not belong. Born Human, he was promised to the Mutant race by a man he never knew, forever tearing him between two worlds as different as night and day. Abandoned and angry, there is only one thing he fights for:
Survival.
Those that are ignored:
Number 6178 does not exist. Unknown to the Dwellers, he livese deep within the Dome's foundations in a highly developed medical lab, his every movement monitored and analyzed, his fate decided before he was even born. Defying his purpose and the very laws of nature, there is only one thing he dreams of:
Freedom.
And those that are hated:
Phoenix Morrighan is the most feared predator in the Subs. Feral, the daughter of both human and mutant races and a highly trained assasin, she hunts the man that destroyed her life and had her brother killed before her very eyes. Alone and bitter, there is only one thing she lives for:
Revenge.
Brought together, bound by the chains od duty, passion, hatred and revenge, each has a choice to make, a challenge to face.
A war to survive.

Night Dweller (a bit more romantic than Dark Dawn, same format, I guess...)
There are legends.
Nochestrella Aragon is Were. She is the descendant of Kelion, ancient beast god of the Amazon forest indians, her bloodlines are royal and her soul is pure, yet she does not join the Lycan packs in their hunts. For Nochestrella is Jaguar, her eyes gleam green, and she is tainted by the blood of the Vampyre. But the legends of her people destine her to be a queen, fearsome and powerful, and the ancient chants depict her battles and foretell her triumph over the despised Immortals. Though she is fated to be the mate of Gabriel, leader of the packs, and to lead her people to their golden age, she longs only to be left alone, running free in the wild rainforest of her birth.
There are myths.
Cian Macdaere is Immortal. He is the Vampyre prince, meant to lead his kind in the final battle that will see the Immortals triumph over the despised Lycans, and that will pit him against the WereLeader, the powerful shapeshifter his people have dreaded for centuries. The myths say that he will emerge victorious in this mighty battle only if he drinks Lycan blood, but he knows that if he does so, he will forever be bound to the enemies of his kind. Determined, resolute, he enters the Shapesifters' domain, only to find he had has been betrayed. Barely escaping with his life, Cian runs into the forest, and wakes up to dicover a girl with gleaming eyes waiting for him.
There is Fate.
On a solitary hunt, Noches stumbles onto an unconscious man, lying wounded only a few steps away from her den. Against her better judgement, she taked him in and tends his injuries, only to realize when he awakes that he is Vampyre. But before she can push him out the door and away from her peaceful life, Lycans accuse her of treachery. Suddenly on the run for her life, she knows she will only find sanctuary among her ancestor's kind, using their weakened pince as a bargaining chip. She thought she'd be safe... until unwelcome feelings for the man she is fated to destroy threaten everything she thought she was meant to be.
There are legends, there are myths, there is Fate. And there are those that defy them.
Ta-da. And when I'll write that particular book, I know not. Have a good week, people.