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'A marvellous book full of unexpected twists, turns and h...

'A marvellous book full of unexpected twists, turns and high imagination.'  Herbie Brennan, international best selling author of Faerie Wars.
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Stella's Memory

‘So what do people do for fun around here?’ said Marvin, changing the subject.‘I don’t know,’ said Stella. ‘I just come here.’‘I mean, there must be somewhere else other than this graveyard.’Stella stared at Marvin. ‘Don’t you like it here?’‘Yeah, but I was just wondering what else there was?’ He looked straight into her face. Perhaps she knew of other ghostly places, places that might help her recall her own death… Whoa! What was he thinking of? He didn’t help spirits. Avert eyes, earplugs in, turn up volume… but this was different, wasn’t it? A teenage spirit - a girl! Perhaps… Stella looked puzzled. ‘What’s up?’ said Marvin.                 ‘I’m trying to think!’ snapped Stella, her forehead creasing up.‘I was just asking,’ said Marvin, immediately regretting asking his initial question. He looked at her again. Stella frowned. ‘I don’t know. I really don’t know,’ she said. Her eyes flicked from one side of her face to the other. ‘Why don’t I know?’‘Hey, it’s okay!’ said Marvin. ‘I-I was just trying to make conversation.’Stella frowned again. ‘But I should know, shouldn’t I?’ She stood up and looked around. ‘I mean, there has to be something else around here, doesn’t there?’

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'I'm never scared.'

Marvin moved the curtain and stared out. The view was restricted by the garden wall. He glanced around, spotting a chair to stand on. The image of the girl in the graveyard was still fresh in his mind. Whose grave was she tending? Who was she? 
   Thrusting the curtain to one side, he hoped to get another glimpse of the mystery girl, but he saw nothing – nothing, but grass, stones and trees. 
   His legs twitched as he stood on tiptoes, straining to see beyond the wall. A sudden sharp poke in the leg made him jump. 
   ‘Looks dead interesting out there, huh?’  
   ‘Very funny,’ snapped Marvin. ‘Can’t you think of anything more original?’ 
   ‘Hey, it was just a bit of fun,’ said his step-dad. ‘Didn’t mean to scare you.’ 
   ‘I’m not scared,’ said Marvin, climbing down and brushing him aside. ‘I’m never scared.’

 

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Young Adult Book Giveaway/Dark before Dawn Tour

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Scene - at the pawnbrokers

 
‘Show him the card,’ said Marvin, pushing her back towards the desk. Stella patted her trouser pockets then lifted her hands up. ‘Must have lost it.’‘You’re pathetic!’ said Marvin, half smiling. ‘It’s in your back pocket. I saw you put it there earlier.’‘Oh, yes,’ she said, pulling the card from her pocket. ‘Here it is.’She lay the small rectangular card on the desk in front of the old man. She stared at it for a few seconds before pushing it towards his side of the desk. Seeing her tremble slightly, Marvin took her hand and squeezed it.‘It’ll be okay,’ he said. ‘Just explain…’‘This is too old for here,’ said the man, cutting across their conversation. ‘This code… it starts with a B and all these,’ he said, waving his hand around the room, ‘starts with an L.’‘Which means what exactly?’ said Marvin.‘What it means is that whatever you pawned, it ain’t here anymore,’ said the man, pushing the card back across the desk and resuming his book reading position. ‘Close the door on your way out.’‘Oh!’ said Stella, her voice a little startled. ‘Okay then. We’ll be on our way.’ She grabbed the door handle making the shop bell ring again.‘Hold on a minute!’ said Marvin. He leant over the desk, his face parallel to the old man’s. Stella stepped away from the door, moving in behind him.‘My friend has a ticket for something she pawned in this shop. Now she’s come to redeem it. So where is it?’‘Not here!’ said the man, resting his book on his lap. ‘Only L tickets onwards here.’‘So where are the B tickets?’ said Marvin.‘Don’t know. L tickets onwards here.’‘What?’ said Marvin. ‘So where are tickets A to K?’‘Try Old Kedigan…’‘You mean you’re not… him… Kedigan?’‘Not Old Kedigan, no,’ said the old man. ‘So where do we find this, Old Kedigan then?’ asked Marvin, tapping his fingers on the desk.‘Go to the manor.’‘Go to the manor where?’‘Go to the manor at top of the hill… and ask for Old Kedigan,’ said the man, picking up his book again. ‘And close the door on your way out.’ 

Herbie Brennan's endorsement

If you look carefully at my cover you'll see that best selling author, Herbie Brennan, has very kindly endorsed my book, Marvin's Curse.

'A marvellous book full of unexpected twists, turns and high imagination.'

I've read many of his books and loved the Faerie Wars Chronicles series so much. He is an amazing writer who has been successful with children's and young adult genres as well as non-fiction books too. If you are into faeries and fantasy, these really are great books to delve into.


'Henry thinks he is simply saving a butterfly from being eaten by Mr Fogarty's cat - but he is in fact saving the life of a misdirected exiled fairy prince. A prince who has to get back to his own land in order to thwart a threatened attack by the Faeries of the Night. But time is against Pyrgus Malvae and soon he is relying on Henry and Mr Fogarty not just to get him home but also to solve the puzzle that surrounds his exile.'

There once was a ghost called Gertie Who became so decid...

There once was a ghost called Gertie Who became so decidedly flirty When her victims cried out She put paid to their doubt By dancing incredibly dirty