"Year 1821, Ônumos calendar
At dawn, the cell’s door opened with its usual creek.
Lounging on her bed like the careless being she was, the girl didn’t bother to move or feign surprise.
The man at the threshold glared at her. Without a doubt she knew what he wanted from her but she just kept on ignoring him, her face showing no emotion.
She wouldn't move until he told her to, it was her thing. If somebody had asked her why, she would have easily admitted that it was one of her little pleasures, being a pain in the necromancer’s neck. And it would have been a lie. Really, she didn't get any satisfaction in upsetting the magician, no more than she did eating, killing or existing. But she still did all of those things, because she could."
Enslaved as a small childby a dark magic of pain and blood , she lost everything that once mattered. Her family, her freedom, her own identity. Now working for a nameless guild as a nameless killer, the girl knows not to wish for anything, not even freedom. When she starts dreaming of an impossible future in the form of her soulmate, she can only think of fleeing. Yet she'll soon find out that she can't escape, neither her past, nor her future and the war that is coming with it."
So, that's the blurb of my would-be debut novel, The Shattering, which is set in a fantastic world. This is the part one, Anonymous, which I hope you guys will try. I'm not asking for editing but for a sincere opinion.
This is really important to me, as you can imagine, so please help out if you can.
Thanks a lot,