This is the opening of my first book, published April last (in Dutch, ofc). I translated it myself, so if I made any glaring mistakes, feel free to correct me. Comments would be appreciated.
Four times the bronze voice of the tower bell rang out over the forecourt. At the first note, the boys ducked into the shadows and stared motionlessly at the rain-drenched square. Minutes passed without anyone appeared.
Ghyll Denhalf threw the other two a triumphant grin, everything