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By guest, Oct 28 2015 01:58PM

Exciting news: my new young adult, fantasy novel is out soon. This book has been a long time in the making but I’m finally ready to share it with the world, and I hope you’ll all enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

The very talented Ruth Thorp is busy finalising the cover design and everyone at Raw Mixture Publishing is getting ready for the release of Faces In The Water on 1st December.

Keep checking back for updates on how to get your hands on a first edition, or pre-order your Kindle version now by clicking here.

In the meantime, here is a sneak peek:


Eshna felt heavy and confused. Everything moved in slow motion – her body, the crowds, a green flag at the top of the beach – everything, except her thoughts. Images and memories raced through her head like a film being played on fast forward, and reality was slipping away from her. The only rational feeling she managed to hold on to was a desperate need to get away from the people, and so she staggered on until the last of the crowds thinned and she could see the steps leading down to the beach ahead of her.

Dark rain clouds rolled across the sun and the beach emptied as holiday-makers hurried to find cover. Eshna descended, unnoticed, onto the deserted sand. She started to walk along the beach and after a while rough cliffs took the place of the man-made wall and her nerves began to ease with every step she took. Maybe she had got away with it; perhaps if she could just get a bit further up the coast, the police would never find her. It wasn’t as if it was her fault anyway – she had never wanted to kill the man; she had just been trying to protect herself.

The memory of that dreadful night rushed back to her before she could stop it:

She was in the alleyway. A grimy orange glow from the street lamp fell in a dirty pool in one corner, spotlighting the crumpled figure of a man. A dark, liquid shadow oozed from his skull and spilled onto the ground. She turned her attention to her dad who lay curled on his side beside her. His breathing was heavy and irregular, and he was moaning weakly.

“Dad,” she whispered, bending close to his face. “Dad, please…” she gulped, forcing the words past the lump in her throat, “...please get up.”

He let out a whimper and without opening his eyes he said in a voice that was barely audible, “My little one. Find your way home.”


He let out another groan.

“OK, I’m going to call for help,” she gasped, reaching a trembling hand into her jacket pocket and pulling out her phone.

She blamed herself entirely for her father’s death. It was she who had suggested taking the short cut home from the cinema. If they had just gone the normal way home, they would not have been in the alleyway and they would never have been attacked by those men. She shook her head, trying to shake off the feeling of self-loathing, but it was no use – she should have been able to save her dad but her fear had made her freeze and by the time she had acted, it was too late. What was the point in having her abilities if, when it really mattered, she was too frightened to use them?

Faces In The Water by Sarah Mahfoudh. Publication date: 1st December 2015

Copyright Sarah Mahfoudh 2015. All Rights Reserved.

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