Hi! I'm looking for beta readers for my funny, spooky YA Fantasy story. I'm also happy to do critique swaps. Please find the blurb and the first 300 words below.
Blurb:
Panha is absolutely done with dead people. They scream and howl at odd hours, have unhealthy attachment styles, and never, ever shut up about the way they died. But when you live in a house full of necromancers, there's no escape. Until you repeatedly fail at the one thing necromancers are known for and get kicked out, that is.
Panha is determined to prove to her family that she might be a failed necromancer, but she isn't a failure. Her passion is chakra arts – building blood-powered constructs that do wondrous things. Like fly across the sky, sing mostly in-tune, and half-heartedly chop vegetables before revolting against their human overlords. Someday soon, the world is going to know her name.
The great university of Takshila gives her that opportunity. Here, she'd get to study chakra arts under the infamous Prof. Rama – chakrasan extraordinaire, and public enemy number one for those who believe in traditional magic, and not the profane hanky-panky with blood and needles he practices.
If Panha can pay the outrageous university fees, of course. Fortunately, there’s a “scholarship” available from a corrupted god of wealth, in exchange for merely one terrible promise.
With just a bit of moral compromise, the unquiet haven of Takshila opens up to Panha. There are friends to be made, mandatory necromancy classes to fail, and all kinds of incredible gadgets to build under the tutelage of the brilliant Prof. Rama.
But there’s also a promise to be fulfilled to the corrupted god – that will see the price of her dreams being paid in the blood of those she has come to cherish the most.
First 300 words:
It was a green-moon night, and it was time to feed grandma again.
Panha walked down the steps to the immense iron door of grandma’s lair, the feeding pail heavy in her hands. Crickets crawled over each other in the pail, their shrill chirps melding into a nauseating drone. She gave a shudder as one climbed over her fingers. Panha dropped the pail to the side and shook it off.
The place had originally been built to hold captured lightning wyrms, but after grandma’s ‘accident’, they’d shifted her here. Panha’s suggestion, to release grandma into the wilds of Kumarakom, had earned a whack from Mom. Grandma trying to eat the entire family was apparently not enough of a reason to abandon her.
With a grimace, she brought out her testing needle and pierced her thumb. Beads of pearl-grey blood oozed from the puncture. She pressed her thumb against the chakra design of the door, and rivulets of blood ran down its circular lines. The cogs in the design whirled into motion and a series of clicks ran through the entire mechanism. The door swung open.
Panha quickly pulled her pail in through the door and shut it behind her.
If it had been up to her, she’d have shoved the crickets in, slammed the door shut, and run all the way back to the land of people not being munched on by their grandmas. But Mom insisted that grandma needed human interaction to keep her from losing touch with her humanity, and since Mom couldn’t bear to look at grandma in her current state, the task fell on Panha. Just another addition to the many kinds of awful her life already was.
The dungeon was lit an eerie green by the full moon, which shone bright through the grates above.
Something large and spidery dropped to her side. Fear crawled down her spine as she turned to face grandma.
Grandma skittered up to Panha on her numerous legs and peered at her with the one eye she had left.