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The Curse of Cranberry Cottage Published

Kindle CoverBook 8 of the Magic Molly series, The Curse of Cranberry Cottage has been published in both Kindle and paperback formats.

The book follows Molly’s adventures as she travels with her family to the house of her Great Aunt Willow. Molly is intrigued by Cranberry Cottage, a securely fenced off property on the outskirts of the village. The Cottage has a history. The legend says that a Black Witch, Belladonna Blackheart lived in the house hundreds of years ago. Belladonna cursed the house and anyone entering it after the local villagers, angry at a series of crop failures and soured milk episodes, tried to drive her out. The story tells that Belladonna didn’t die of old age, but cast a spell on her deathbed to allow her to live on as a Wraith Witch.
The Book Blurb.

Magic Molly Miggins and her family are spending a weekend on the coast at the house of Granny Whitewand’s sister, Willow. Molly is intrigued by the legend of Cranberry Cottage, a house so creepy that none of the villagers will go anywhere near it. The legend says that hundreds of years ago, Cranberry Cottage was cursed by the Black Witch, Belladonna Blackheart who still lives there in the form of a Wraith Witch. Molly, despite constant warnings, decides to get a closer look. When her arch enemy, Henrietta Havelots turns up, things get more than a little serious. Molly discovers that Belladonna is planning to open up the dark, mysterious, Void so that the evil witch, Morgana can return to the world. Can Molly remove the curse and put a stop to Belladonna’s plans, or will the Wraith Witch succeed in her quest to release Morgana and make Molly and Henrietta her slaves.

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Extract from Magic Molly, The Curse of Cranberry Cottage

cellar steps     A small extract from Magic Molly, The Curse of Cranberry Cottage.
Molly is at the gates of the cottage, at midnight, with Wonky, her ancient old wand…

Molly was transfixed by the beauty of the cottage. She could feel the wand’s uneasiness and knew that she should really make her way back to Aunt Willow’s house, but she found that she couldn’t summon up the will leave such a wonderful place.
Then she saw something move.
She thought she’d imagined it at first. She could easily have been mistaken – It could just be a trick of the light – just a shadow, cast by the moon as it shone across the lead-lined, small-paned window at the front of the house. But then she saw the movement again, in the window on the other side of the porch. Molly narrowed her eyes and peered through the gate.
‘I wish I had some binoculars with me,’ she whispered to herself.
She suddenly found she didn’t need binoculars.
The shadow in the window began to get larger. It started in the small pane at the centre of the window, but grew rapidly until it covered all sixteen panes. Then the shadow began to solidify. Molly’s feet seemed glued to the spot. She tried to drag her eyes away but something more powerful than her own will kept them fixed on the window. The ghostly shape grew lank, white hair, a pair of narrow eyes and a hook of a nose. Then a cruel mouth and a long chin were added to the vision. The window flew open and a thin, sinewy arm stretched out. A long, skinny finger with a twisted, broken fingernail made a beckoning motion. Molly tried to concentrate on her wand, but a voice filled her mind, a cruel voice, an insistent voice that shut out all other thoughts.
‘Come to me,’ it said.

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Magic Molly; The Curse of Cranberry Cottage. Chapter One

Maggic Molly pumpkinMagic Molly; The Curse of Cranberry Cottage.

Chapter One

‘Molly Miggins if you aren’t downstairs in five minutes flat, your breakfast is going into Harold.’

Molly rolled onto her back and looked at the ceiling. She wasn’t sure if Harold, the new in-sink monster she had conjured up a couple of weeks before, liked Wheaty Flakes or not. He seemed to like salad and vegetables best, anyway, she still thought Harold was a silly name for a former Compost Heap Monster. She had originally called him, Fang, because of his sharp little teeth, but Mrs McCraggity, the housekeeper had changed it to Harold.

‘Fang doesn’t like Wheaty Flakes,’ she shouted.

‘HAROLD, will eat anything if he’s hungry enough.’ Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared around Molly’s bedroom door. ‘Anyway, Harold’s eating habits are irrelevant. Have you forgotten that you’re going to stay with Great Aunt Willow this weekend? Granny Whitewand is up and about already, she’s really excited about the trip.’

Molly leapt of out bed and showered and dressed in record time. She slid down the banister to gain an extra few seconds, slipped off the end and bounced on her bottom twice before coming to a halt just in front of the hat stand.

Molly was still rubbing her bottom when she walked into the kitchen. Her packet of Wheaty Flakes was on the table next to a jug of milk and her breakfast bowl. Continue reading

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Magic Molly The Murky Marshes Released

murkey marshes title  T A Belshaw (aka Trevor Forest) is delighted to announce the release of the 7th Magic Molly novel, Magic Molly The Murky Marshes. The book is available from Amazon in the Kindle format. The paperback version will be available within the next few days. Readers who require a signed copy should email or contact me via my Facebook page.

Thank You

The Murky Marshes costs £1.99 and is available to download here. THE MURKY MARSHES

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Halloween Hattie Published

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The 6th Magic Molly  book, Halloween Hattie is published on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle versions this week. I’d like to thank my editor Mauren Vincent-Northam and my artist Marie Fullerton for their fab contributions to this project.

The book is not part of the Magic Molly series but is a Halloween special one-off that will compliment the Christmas special, Christmas Carole that was released last year.

In this Halloween Special, Molly Miggins has been given a new task by Granny Whitewand and the Rickety Brooms coven. She must solve the mystery of Halloween Hattie, a ghost witch who appears on a swing in the graveyard every Halloween at eleven o’clock.

Molly teams up with the scaredy-cat ghost, Bartholomew P. Balderdash, a walking talking skeleton called Bony Bob and an ex vampire doctor called Count Von Docula to try to solve the mystery.

Why is Molly’s security parrot practicing Kung Fu?

Who switched on the light in the tower at the long abandoned Hags Hall?

Who stole Bony Bob’s mum’s arm bone?

Who is Myrtle Moonseed?

For the answer to these and other puzzling, head scratching questions, join Molly and her friends in her creepiest, most exciting adventure yet.

The Kindle version can be purchased here for a mere £1.53p   Halloween Hattie on Kindle   Halloween Hattie in Paperback

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Snippet from all new Magic Molly, Halloween Hattie

As Molly left the kitchen she heard the flapping of feathers and a high pitched screech coming from the passage outside her father’s study. Mr Miggins was a magician who went by the name of The Great Rudolpho, Molly knew he was out at the shops so she wandered down the corridor to see what the commotion was all about.

On a tall perch by the study door stood a colourful parrot, he was dressed in a white karate suit, the jacket held together across his stomach by a white belt.

‘Haaaaaa,’ it screeched, bringing a stiff wing down in a chopping motion.

‘Good morning, parrot,’ said Molly.

The parrot leapt to attention on the perch, he pulled his karate top tight across his chest and smoothed it down with the tip of a wing. ‘Password, please,’ he squawked.

‘I’m not going into my dad’s room,’ said Molly smugly, ‘so I don’t need a password.’

The parrot eyed her suspiciously. He claimed to be a world-renowned security parrot, but in reality he was the ghost of Mr Miggins pet parrot that had died a few years before. The parrot had refused to pass over, deciding instead to haunt to passage outside his former owner’s room. Molly had had plenty of run-ins with it in the past. ‘You still need a password,’ he said grumpily.

‘Why?’ asked Molly.

‘Because if you don’t give it I won’t tell you why I’m dressed like this and then you’ll be wondering about it all day.’

‘No I won’t,’ said Molly, knowing he was right.

‘Will,’ said the parrot.

Won’t,’ said Molly

‘Will, will will,’ screeched the parrot. ‘I know you.’

Molly gave up. She walked slowly across the passage and lowered her head until she was eye to eye with the bird.

‘Millet,’ she said.

‘Lucky guess,’ said the parrot.

Molly decided not to get into another argument. The password was always Millet.

‘So,’ she said, ‘what are you doing dressed up in a karate outfit?’

‘Practicing,’ said the parrot.

‘I can see that,’ said Molly. ‘I just wondered why.’

‘In case the Great Rudolpho’s study is attacked by a criminal gang of trick stealers of course,’ said the parrot. ‘I’d have thought that was obvious.’

‘Hmm,’ said Molly. ‘Are there a lot of these ‘trick stealer gangs about?’

‘Of course there are,’ replied the parrot, ‘I wouldn’t be doing all this practice if there wasn’t, would I?’

Molly decided not to argue the point, discussions with the parrot could get very complicated.

‘Are you any good at it?’ she asked instead.

The parrot preened. ‘Let’s just say, it’s a good job I stopped my routine when I did, or you might have got a broken nose or a lost an ear or something. I get carried away sometimes when I’m in the zone.’

Molly held back a giggle and tried to look serious. ‘I’ll keep my eye out for criminal gangs of trick stealers,’ she said. ‘Goodbye for now.’

‘Let me know if you spot any,’ the parrot called after her. ‘And don’t try to take them on yourself, you haven’t been trained to killer parrot status like I have.’

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