Hello! Was hoping to get some feedback on the first 250 words of my fantasy novel, Rising Tides. I'm just looking for general con-crit - if it pulled you in, made you want to read more...or if it was too boring, too much exposition or not enough information etc. Just whatever comes to mind! I'm happy to return the favour.
Picking the bones of the dead always seemed dishonest to Blair. It was too easy to steal from those who could not defend themselves. It required no finesse, no deft touch or sleight of hand. Out on the shore she was one among the gulls and the crows, circling the carrion. It was the work of a scavenger, not a thief. And yet here she was. For the past five years, here she was.
Loose stones and shells underfoot gave way to coarse, damp sand as she approached the water's edge. The loch stretched far out of sight, snaking around bends and bays until it met the sea some miles north. The fierce swell of the storms meant she never had to go that far. They carried their victims to her.
The first bloated body brought with it the same familiar feelings she'd never quite been able to shake off, no matter how many she’d seen. Relief that her time had not been wasted and anger at the reason why. It was a rhythm of sorts, a pattern she’d fallen into. Both comfortable and confining, like the anchor that stops the boat from drifting out to sea. She always woke the same way after a storm, her ears ringing with the sound of screams smothered by waves as the night’s helpless victims were dragged to the depths. The nightmare was not her own but it had become all too familiar.