{"id":259218,"date":"2026-07-13T16:50:16","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:50:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/eclipsed-k-murphy\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:50:16","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:50:16","slug":"eclipsed-k-murphy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/eclipsed-k-murphy\/","title":{"rendered":"Eclipsed – K Murphy"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The next one earned a faint, aching smile. \u201cMira. She\u2019d steal my bread and hide it under her pillow because she thought I\u2019d starve if I didn\u2019t eat in the morning.\u201d Finally, her fingers settled on the last. \u201cAnd Rowan\u2026 he was the fastest runner in the village. We\u2019d race to the stream.<\/p>\n

I never won.\u201d She gave a shaky breath. \u201cHe was eleven.\u201d Her hands stayed on that last grave a long moment. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t get easier,\u201d she murmured. \u201cNo,\u201d I said, my voice low, rough. \u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d Her eyes flicked to me, then away again. \u201cThe apothecary from Solavend found me the next morning. Took me in. I haven\u2019t been back here in years.\u201d<\/p>\n

We stayed there in the cold, the wind moving softly through the skeletal trees, before she finally straightened. Her gaze swept over each grave again, deliberate, as though memorizing them all over. When she stepped away, I fell into step beside her. We didn\u2019t speak on the walk back, but she walked closer this time, her arm brushing mine once in a while. The graves vanished behind us, swallowed by frost and shadow \u2014 but the weight of them clung to her like it had just happened.<\/p>\n

The village sleeps, but it\u2019s the kind of sleep that\u2019s too thin to be trusted. I can hear it in the way the shutters twitch in the wind, in the hollow knock of a loose latch against warped wood. The air holds the crisp bite of late autumn\u2014cold enough to make the lungs sting on the inhale, but not yet winter\u2019s knife.<\/p>\n

I linger in the shadow of a leaning wall, watching the loft window of the hall. A low light spills out\u2014faint, steady. She\u2019s up there. Awake, maybe. Or lying still, eyes fixed on the dark the way they were fixed on those graves. Her hands had trembled when she brushed the dirt from their stones. She\u2019d hidden them in her skirts like she thought no one would notice. But I did. I notice too much where she\u2019s concerned. Five graves, each etched with names the rest of the village has learned to avoid.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been close enough to feel the silence pressing down on her, to hear the weight of it in her breath. The moon hangs thin and high, its pale light barely catching on the rooftops. It\u2019s not enough to see by, but it still stirs something deep in me, something I\u2019ve spent years refusing to name. I push away from the wall, moving down the hall and out the door quietly, moving down the empty street. My steps are soundless, the packed earth not daring to give me away, heading for the far edge of the village where the buildings sag and crumble in quiet surrender.<\/p>\n

Frames splintered, roofs caved in, walls leaning like they\u2019ve grown tired of holding their own weight.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Cover Design: K. Murphy Editing: K. Murphy OceanofPDF.com AUTHOR\u2019S NOTE First, thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for picking up Eclipsed, my debut novel and the very first installation in The Eclipsed Series. This story has lived in my head and heart for a long time, and it means the world that you\u2019ve chosen to join me on this journey.<\/p>\n

A little about me: I\u2019m K. Murphy, a lifelong dreamer, writer, and now, thanks to you, a published author. I am usually running around with tiny gremlins that can\u2019t even read yet, so this is my very first book, which means there were long nights, plenty of coffee, and quite a few \u201cwhat on earth am I doing?\u201d moments along the way.<\/p>\n

But here we are. You\u2019re holding proof that dreams can make their way onto paper. Since this book was self-edited, I want to thank you for your patience and understanding if the occasional typo or misspelling snuck past me. If you catch one, feel free to let me know, I welcome the feedback!<\/p>\n

You can reach me at my TikTok @i.k.murphy or by email at k.murphy.author24@gmail.com. Most of all, I hope you enjoy the ride. Let yourself get lost in the magic, the chaos, and the shadows. And when you turn that last page\u2014I\u2019ll see you on the other side. Much love, my little book gremlins and sunlings, K. Murphy For every heart that\u2019s been caged\u2014 tear the bars apart.<\/p>\n

For every fire smothered\u2014 breathe life into the embers. And when they say you\u2019re playing with fire\u2026 tell them you intend to burn, And take the world with you.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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