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Hi "Making Connections" Crew!
I am Kanwal A. I’m a debut author seeking ARC reviews before my launch next week. The Raven Girls’ Secret starts The Raven Hollow Series—a spooky mystery for kids 9–13!

Blurb: Twelve-year-old Evie Carter uncovers a grim secret in Raven Hollow, where oaks hum and winds whisper danger. Can she solve it before time runs out? A quick, creepy tween thriller!

Get a free PDF here: https://mailchi.mp/5062601bcd71/raven... —open to all pre-launch!

Review on Amazon by March 26, 2025. Questions? kanwal.ravenhollow@gmail.com. Thanks so much!”

A Little Sneak Peek!
“You came,” Sana said, sounding almost surprised.
“Told you I would,” Evie shot back. “Let’s get this over with.”
Sana pointed at the tree. “That’s it. The oak. Listen—hear anything?”
Evie squinted at it, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows through the branches. At first, nothing—just the rustle of leaves and a distant crow cawing. She opened her mouth to say so, but then it hit her. A hum. Low and steady, like a fridge running, but softer, vibrating through the ground. She froze, her breath catching.
“Told you,” Sana said, grinning. “Weird, right?”
Mina closed her book, peering at the trunk. “It’s not always like that. My brother says it’s just the wind, but…”
“It’s not wind,” Jade cut in, stepping closer. “That’s, like, alive-weird. What’s your riddle say again?”
Evie hesitated, then pulled the paper out, unfolding it. “Find me where the ravens weep, beneath the roots so dark and deep.”
Sana tilted her head. “Ravens weep. That’s here, maybe—this tree’s got ravens all over it in the mornings.”
“Beneath the roots,” Mina said quietly, pointing at the base. “Look—there’s a hollow spot.”
Evie followed her gaze. Sure enough, the oak’s roots twisted into the dirt, leaving a shadowed gap big enough to stick a hand in. Her skin prickled. “You’re not seriously saying we dig there.” “Why not?” Sana said, dropping to her knees. “Come on, help me.” “No way,” Evie said, stepping back. “That’s crazy.” Jade snorted. “She’s right—crazy’s my thing, and even I’m not digging in some creepy tree hole.”
But Sana was already pawing at the dirt, her hands brown in seconds. Mina knelt beside her, more careful, brushing soil away. Evie watched, arms crossed, telling herself this was dumb. But the hum grew louder—or maybe she was just noticing it more—and her feet stayed planted.
“Got something!” Sana said suddenly, pulling back. Her fingers held a chunk of dirt-crusted metal, small and round. A tin, maybe. She brushed it off, revealing a rusty lid.
Evie’s heart skipped. “What is that?”
“Dunno,” Sana said, prying it open. Inside was a folded photo, yellowed and creased. She handed it to Evie, who unfolded it slow, like it might bite.
It was a girl—dark hair, serious eyes, maybe Evie’s age. She stared out from the photo, and for a second, Evie swore she was looking at herself.
“Whoa,” Jade said, leaning over her shoulder. “That’s freaky. She’s you.”
“She’s not me,” Evie snapped, but her voice wobbled. The hum pulsed under her feet, and the tree felt too close, too big. She didn’t know what this was, but it wasn’t nothing anymore.