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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞
We are delighted to present Ty Llun – Lake House – which is, once again, available.
A beautiful 400 year old waterfront property in an idyllic Welsh village, the property has plenty of character and comes complete with the spirit of a long dead witch.
It’s the ideal place for a couple to move to, to start again, to try and forget the heartbreak of the past.
And we are sure that, this time, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 will leave you in peace…
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Extract
‘It’s been launching down all day. When they were unloading it was like something from a horror film, as if the place was haunted or something.’
‘Course the place is haunted,’ Idris said, setting down his glass, his eyes intense.
‘Oh Idris, not now, they’ve just got here,’ chided Mal. Carol came through the two-way kitchen door behind the bar, carrying two steaming bowls of green curry and rice. There was one naan bread between them. She sat them down on the bar where the Hooper’s had taken up seats. They thanked her and tucked ravenously into classic pub curry – sweet, sour and just a bit spicy, just what they needed. The bar fell almost completely silent, as if they were the sole focus of the place for that evening – the entertainment, or the freakshow. It was disconcerting to have everyone watching them eat.
‘Haunted you say?’ Gabe said at last, bringing the conversation back to Idris’ earlier comment. ‘Really?’ Gabe was more playing along with the old man, as if Carol and him were a double act, first one putting them off, then the other.
‘Yep.’
‘Idris? May I call you that?’
‘It’s my name.’
‘Right. What makes you say the house is haunted? Is that well known or just some local stories to scare the kids – that any old place is haunted?’
‘They’re not stories. The lake is haunted by an old witch. Doesn’t like anyone being around.’
‘Anyone seen this witch? Have you?’
‘No. But I know plenty about her. She’s real enough.’
‘But has anyone seen her? Anyone here?’ Gabe raised his voice and looked around at the people in the pub. Nobody answered.
‘Not a believer then, Mr Hooper.’ It wasn’t a question. ‘In’trestin’, you being a writer of fantasy stuff and all. Fine by me. You enjoy your house on the lake.’ The old man looked away and rocked gently back and forth in his chair.
‘What does that mean?’
‘It means whether you believe in her or not, she’ll still come after you. She won’t leave you alone just because you’re a sceptic.’
‘That’s quite a fanciful claim, Idris. That this ghost-witch will come after us,’ Tor said, leaning on the bar now she’d finished her meal.
‘Fanciful. You wouldn’t say that if you’ve been round here for long enough.’ It was his turn now for his eyes to grow fierce, looking annoyed that he was having to explain something as obvious as witches. Like he was explaining gravity.
‘Because you haven’t got an explanation for things that happen?’ Tor smiled kindly.
‘Oh, I do. It’s the witch. Perfectly reasonable explanation if you ask me.’ He folded his arms across his belly.
‘I think we can bat this argument back and forth all night and still not agree on anything.’
‘We just did.’
‘Look we’re gonna make a move – want to make sure that the witch hasn’t broken in and made herself at home while we’ve been out.’ Gabe paid Mal the barman.
‘You take this seriously, now.’
‘Well, I tell you what, Idris. We’ll keep an eye out for any weird things that might happen and we won’t just dismiss them if they do. How does that sound?’ Gabe shrugged then smiled at the old man.
‘It sounds like you’ll be believing me in a weeks’ time.’
‘Maybe we will. Idris, it’s been a pleasure talking to you. Carol.’ The Hooper’s nodded at both old stagers and with a wave of the hand to everyone else in the bar, pushed out through the door, into the night.
Thank you, Mark Brownless and Zooloo’s Book Tours
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About the author
Mark Brownless lives and works in Carmarthen, West Wales, UK. He has been putting ideas on paper for some years now but only when the idea for THE HAND OF AN ANGEL came to him in the autumn of 2015 did he know he might be able to write a book. Mark likes to write about ordinary people being placed in extraordinary circumstances, is fascinated by unexplained phenomena, and enjoys merging thriller, science fiction and horror.
Mark’s new novel, The Shadow Man is a terrifying horror thriller imagining what would happen if you found out the memories of your childhood were untrue, and that something sinister was lurking behind the facade of your life. Could you face what had happened back then? Could you face The Shadow Man.
Mark is also fascinated by myths and legends such as those of Robin Hood and King Arthur. This has culminated in the release of his short story series, Locksley, a Robin Hood story.
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Author Links
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