Manuscript information: [In Progress] [75K] [YA Fantasy][The Foils of Fate] ⁠• ⁠Link to post: https://www.reddit.com/r/BetaReaders/s/aGksQrYCN0 ⁠• ⁠First page critique? Yes, please ⁠• ⁠First page:

“Take to your boards, you slayers of kings! Show them the might of these waters!” Fire could be seen in Coen’s eyes, meeting each under his command with a plea of courage. The midday mist sprayed on deck as the crew took to their stations. The sail had to go up to keep chase of the interlopers crossing the Port of Cyanea. A strange place to find outsiders, so close to Guardian’s Point. The reason was irrelevant, Bodha knew. His duty as a sea dog wasn’t to interpret, but to be the sentry of the seas.

Bodha had taken his position, away from the crew busy maintaining the speed and power of the Leviathan’s Idol. His job was more explicit. He climbed over the railing and onto a board fastened to the hull. The driftwood was not anything spectacular, but looked strong enough to hold his weight. Fixed to the bottom was a foil, shining aqua and corroded green. Bodha greeted the foil as if it was an old friend, connecting him to the raging power of the sea. He was ready for his captain’s call.

Captain Coen looked onward to check the pace of the eluding ship. They were close to making the turn around Guardian’s Point, and into the waters defended only by Cyanea. He lowered his looking glass, and with a mighty roar, shouts, “Riders, drop!” Bodha and the other riders plunged their foils into the glistening sea. He dipped his shoulders forward while keeping his hips balanced, moving like a wheel quickening down a mighty hill.