Friday, June 29, 2012
Martuk ... The Holy
Author: Jonathan Winn
How long it's been on sale: March 6, 2012
Current price: $2.99
Marketing: Two free book promotions. Goodreads, Twitter, Facebook, author interviews and giveaways on various blogs.
Total sold so far: 31
Link to book on Amazon: Martuk ... The Holy
What readers are saying:
"a story that leaves the reader in awe of its scope" ★★★★★
"a fascinating, well-written tale by an accomplished author" ★★★★★
"the new master of a genre he is making his own" ★★★★★
"Holy takes on a whole new meaning" ★★★★★
"an extremely vivid, dangerous world" ★★★★★
"seamless ... flawless" ★★★★★
Martuk ... The Holy
In a crowded Left Bank cafe, an immortal man sits, the phantoms crawling near, the heat of their whispers stinging his cheek ...
and Martuk ... The Holy begins.
One thousand years before the birth of Christ, a golden god damns Martuk with a kiss. In a land ruled by a wounded king, life everlasting steals his mortality from the bottom of a golden cup. Finally, generations later, a Messiah who has the power to heal breaks under the weight of Martuk's demons, stumbling to his death defeated by darkness.
From his home in modern Paris, he writes, his memories lush, his words evocative. Revisiting his impossible life, he vents his rage and shares his loneliness. From bloody battles with a demon he cannot escape to the ghost of a beauty who haunts him still, this is his story.
This is Martuk ... The Holy.
First 300 Words:
They had found me.
Even amidst the raucous crowd of this Left Bank cafe, I could feel them near. No longer content to hover outside tap, tap, tapping on the window, they've slipped past the door and now approached like a tortured breeze, the heady scent of all this flesh delighting their senses.
A woman nearby tossed her hair, the auburn locks dazzling in the glow of the cavernous room. Dressed in black, the scarf knotted at her throat a silken burst of yellows and oranges and blues, she sipped wine from a glass.
It was red.
The leather purse at her feet.
And the glimmering stain on her smiling lips.
... bargaining with blood ... innocent blood, came the whisper, the phantom breath hot on my cheek.
Yes, they had found me.
They spread like shadows, these voices. Sliding around tables. Slipping over chairs. Wrapping themselves in the Living. Their laughter, their tears, their disappointment and dread, all precious succor for these restless ghosts.
Flesh and bone ... these tender bones, breathed another.
Nearby a young couple burst into laughter, doubling over at their shared joke, their bodies shaking, their shoulders trembling.
Little piles of dust ...
"Please, stop," the woman begged her handsome companion.
... bones in the stones ...
"You're killing me!" she gasped, giggling, tears staining her cheeks.
There is no God living here ...
An old man watched me from his table in the corner, his coffee steaming before him, untouched.
... hurt him, hurt him, hurt him, a demon mumbled, the voice low.
The End of All, another chimed in, the words staining the back of my neck like a fever before sliding down my spine.
"It's true," a man lied, taking a long swallow of beer, …
Comments: The cover is confusing to me. It does have a kind of horror vibe, but I can't really tell what it is. I do see a cross, but that confuses me too. Especially with "Holy" in the name, and a cross on the front, it makes me wonder if this is a religious book. But it doesn't look like a religious book, because it's dark and there's red blobs on it. I'm not sure what the red is supposed to represent. I'd like the cover to not be so obscure. It's too difficult to tell what it is.
The product description starts with review snips. I dislike that. When I click to read a description, I want a description of the book. I don't want reviews. No offense, but an author can write whatever they want up there. I don't want to know what the author thinks looks good to say about their book. I want to know what the darn book is about. I scroll down and ignore the review snips, but with a slight chip on my shoulder. I already don't like the book because the author made me scroll down.
The beginning of the description confuses me. I don't get why an immortal man is sitting in a cafe, phantoms crawling near, whispering on his cheeks. I just get confused. I'm also confused by the rest of the description. Why does a kiss damn Martuk? And who is Martuk? Is he the immortal man? What does the birth of Christ have to do with any of this? The description is too confusing.
The beginning of the novel is very literary. I'm not getting a "Genre Fiction" feeling at all from the text. It's almost like a poem instead of prose. I don't think this novel will work well in the 'Horror' genre. This should be marketed as a literary piece, IMHO.
I would definitely get a different cover. Make it more literary looking. The description should give the literary feeling also. I would market this to a whole different set of people.
What do you guys think?