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Thursday, 26 June 2014

Magic Thursday with PORTALS a Fantasy Anthology & Giveaways!

Please welcome Havva Murat to the Dark Side this week as we help celebrate the release of the multi-author fantasy anthology, Portals. Don't forget to enter the Rafflecopter contest below to be in with the chance of winning the fabulous giveaway!

Genre: Fantasy Anthology (mixed sub genres)
Publisher:  Roane Publishing
Release Date: June 5, 2014

Description: No matter what world you call home, or what your station in life, there are just some paths that weren't meant to be tread.

Maronda’s Quest by 
Christy Thomas

Mexmur, the Huntress by 
Anna Simpson

Entrance of Lost Souls by 
Echo Shea

Where Once were Hearts by Havva Murat

Ordinary World by 
Laurie Treacy

The Lunatic Queen by 
Michael Siciliano

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Group Giveaway:  $10 Amazon Gift Card & paperback copy of Portals

Where Once Were Hearts - Havva Murat

Bartholomew noticed an elbow sticking out from the chair closest to him, but could not see who sat within. “Cousin Horatio? It is I, Bartholomew Battlesby, son of your cousin, Martha.” He moved toward the chair. Reaching out with tentative fingers, he grasped the elbow, shocked at the chill emanating from the arm he’d latched onto. His stomach churned as he peered around the side of the seat. 

A squawk burst from him as he met the frozen, and very dead gaze, of his estranged cousin. 

“Good lord…” he wheezed, as his eyes fell upon the gaping, but very precise hole in the old man’s chest where once his heart had been. Bartholomew could not move as he drank in the features of the dead face. 

The nose was the same as his mother’s and accordingly the same as his very own. He ran his fingers over his own, to make sure it was still the same. The eyebrows, slanted and forming a right angle at the end, were unmistakably Grimsby eyebrows. But, the body was in some strange state of suspension – neither rotting, nor giving off any smell. 

Bartholomew sensed he’d stumbled on no simple country manor. 

“What foul business is this?” He felt the bile rising in his throat, and as he raised his handkerchief to cover his mouth, he was suddenly hit across the back of the head. He slumped across the knees of his dead cousin and the world went dark. 

About Havva Murat

Havva Murat is a writer and escape artist with a passion for stories of the fantastical and romantic, who often hides herself away, competently blocking out the repeated calling of her name just so she can read a few more precious pages of the book on her night stand, or finish writing that troublesome scene.

Her other passions include meditation, photography, researching mythology, ancient history and the Victorian era, and creating stained glass pieces to fill her cottage which is about to sink into the earth. You can follow her author page on Facebook or find her tweeting @MsHavvaMurat.




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