This is abysmal.
I can’t believe that I ever thought this would get published, let alone be my magnum opus.
The adverbs, there’s so many of them. They burn my eyes.
It’s all so tell-y too. I show hardly anything and it doesn’t do the lacking plot and three identical main characters any favours.
Seriously, they’re the same.
The romance is awful too, it’s pointless and makes me look like a raving misogynist.
And I haven’t even started on the blood.
Why on earth did I think writing the first draft in human blood would be a good idea?