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Faylinn Frost & The Snow Fairies. FREE TODAY!

The kindle version of Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies is FREE on kindle for three days. Offer ends at midnight on 23rd Jan 2013.

The book is suitable for readers aged 6 plus but makes a perfect bedtime story for children younger than this.

Here’s a taster from the start of the book

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Here’s a taster.

Chapter One

Faylinn Frost was fast asleep when the snow fairy tapped on her bedroom window.

She opened one sleepy eye and looked towards the sound of the tapping. The snow that had started to fall just before she went to bed was still falling heavily and a large pile had built up on her window sill. Faylinn was just about to doze off again when she saw a tiny, blue figure darting backwards and forwards between the panes of glass. Fascinated, she slipped out of bed and hurried across the room.

‘There’s a fairy outside my bedroom window,’ she gasped.

Faylinn rubbed her eyes and looked again, convinced that she was still asleep. To her amazement, the fairy was still there, tapping excitedly at the glass. She wore a sparkling blue dress, a silver tiara and had a pair of delicate white wings on her back. In her hand was a silver wand with a snowflake-shaped tip.  She tapped at the window again with her wand. She was trying to tell Faylinn something important, that was obvious, but she couldn’t make out the words.

Faylinn opened the window slowly. The fairy hovered just outside.

‘Hurry,’ she said.

‘Pardon?’ said Faylinn.

‘Hurry, you must hurry.’

Faylinn yawned and rubbed her eyes again. ‘Why must I?’ she asked sleepily. ‘You’re only a dream after all.’

The fairy waved her wand impatiently. ‘Hurry, please, you must hurry or the door will be closed.’

Faylinn was confused. ‘Door? What door?’

‘The secret door, of course,’ said the fairy, ‘the way home.’

Faylinn decided that she needed to wake up, so she pinched herself as hard as she could on the arm. To her surprise, the fairy was still there.

‘Hurry, please, you must come now.’

Faylinn hesitated. Mum and Dad were forever telling her not to talk to strangers and that she must never, ever, under any circumstances, consider going away with them. She wondered if a fairy counted as a stranger.

‘I’ll just ask Mum,’ she said.

‘There isn’t time,’ said the fairy. ‘We must go now or the way will be closed.’

Faylinn closed the window and ran down the stairs. If this was a dream it was the strangest one she had ever had. Barney, her pet dog, wagged his tail as she came into the hall.

Faylinn pulled on her yellow Wellington boots, grabbed her winter coat from the hook and ran down the passage to the front door. She thought one last time about waking Mum, but decided against it. She would only tell her that there are no such things as fairies and make her go back to bed.

Barney followed her to the door, wagging his tail, ready for an unexpected night-time walk. Faylinn squatted down and rubbed his ears.

‘Sorry Barney, you can’t come with me this time. Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.’

She felt into her coat pocket and pulled out the bag of treats she had used that afternoon to teach him a new trick. Faylinn held up a single finger and Barney immediately sat down.

‘Good boy, Barney, you remembered.’ said Faylinn. She gave Barney his reward and rubbed his ears again.

Faylinn put the treats back into her pocket and thought about things. It was dark outside, so a torch might be useful and she might need something to eat if she was going to be up all night.

Faylinn went to the fridge, took out a big bar of chocolate and put it into her pocket. Then she took a small torch from the cupboard and went back to the hallway.

She hesitated again as she reached for the door handle. Was this really such a good idea? She would be in big trouble if Mum and Dad discovered that she had been out in a snowstorm in the middle of the night, fairy or no fairy.

Faylinn gave in to temptation. She was intrigued by the mention of a secret door. Where did it lead and where was, “home”? There couldn’t be any harm in looking, could there? If she didn’t go she might regret it forever.

Faylinn zipped up her coat, pulled the hood over her golden hair, and stepped out into the snow.

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Sneak Peek at Magic Molly book 4

Early look at chapter one of the as yet untitled 4th book of the series.

Chapter One

‘Molly Miggins, if you aren’t down these stairs in five minutes flat I’ll feed your breakfast to the birds.’

Molly lay on her back and stared at the ceiling. She wasn’t too worried. She knew that sparrows don’t like Wheaty Flakes, she tried to feed some to them when she was little.

‘Birds don’t like Wheaty Flakes, Mrs McCraggity,’ she shouted. ‘Anyway it’s Saturday and I always…’

Molly stopped herself mid-sentence and leapt out of bed. It was Saturday and that meant she was going to have her first flying lesson.

Molly showered in record time and raced down the stairs to the kitchen. She pulled back a chair, threw herself onto it and poured a generous helping of cereal into her bowl.

‘Is Granny Whitewand up yet?’ she spluttered through a mouthful of Wheaty Flakes.

‘I haven’t seen her,’ said the housekeeper.

‘We’re going to test out my new broomstick today.’

Mrs McCraggity put a rack of hot toast on the table. ‘Don’t talk with your mouth full. It’s not polite.’

Molly swallowed another huge spoonful.

‘It wasn’t full I’d swallowed most of it before I spoke.’

‘Don’t be cheeky, young lady. You know what I meant.’

‘Are you coming to watch me fly, Mrs McCraggity?’

The housekeeper thought about it for a moment. ‘I will if I get time. I’ve got a lot to do today. Don’t you need to get a broom licence first?’

‘A broom licence?’ Molly’s spoon stopped half way to her mouth. ‘Why do I need a broom licence?’

‘You can’t fly without a licence, Molly. Someone will have to take you down to the post office to get one.’

The door opened and Granny Whitewand shuffled into the room.

‘Morning Granny Whitewand,’ said Molly.

The old witch yawned a jaw cracking yawn, sucked her teeth back into place and hobbled towards the table. ‘Good morning, Millie.’

Molly sighed. Granny Whitewand always got her name wrong.

‘It’s Molly, Grandma,’ she reminded her.

Granny Whitewand sat down at the table and hung her walking stick on the back of Molly’s chair.

Molly turned to face her grandmother. ‘Mrs McCraggity says junior witches need a licence before they can fly.’

‘She’s right,’ said Granny Whitewand.

‘Bother,’ said Molly.

Mrs McCraggity placed a china cup and saucer in front of the old witch and poured milk and tea into it. Granny Whitewand splashed in four spoons of sugar and stirred it absent mindedly. ‘Something quite important is happening today, but I can’t think for the life of me what it is.’

Molly looked up from her bowl with a big smile on her face. ‘I’m having my first flying lesson.’

Granny Whitewand drank her tea with a loud slurp.

‘Are you, Millie? That’s nice.’

Molly rolled her eyes to the ceiling. ‘It’s MOLLY, Grandma.’

‘So you keep saying,’ said Granny Whitewand as though she knew better. ‘Who are you going flying with? I might pop along to watch.’

‘You, Granny,’ said Molly. ‘You promised to fix up my broom and give me my first flying lesson.’

‘Did I?’ Granny Whitewand slurped at her tea again. ‘Broom? I can’t remember anything about a broom.’

‘The broom I bought back from my last task?’ said Molly patiently. It was all in bits, remember?’

‘Granny Whitewand thought for a while.

‘No, I can’t remember. But I saw a broom on my bedroom floor this morning. You can have that one if you like.’

‘That is my broom,’ replied Molly, testily. ‘You fixed it up yesterday.’

Granny Whitewand made a squelching sound as she sucked on her teeth.

‘Did I?’

She finished her tea and leaned forward to pour another one.

‘Do you know, I think you’re right; I must have been working on a broom yesterday. I woke up in a bed full of twigs this morning. It wasn’t very comfortable I can tell you.’

Mrs McCraggity refilled Granny Whitewand’s cup. ‘Molly hasn’t got a broom licence yet.’

‘Of course she has a licence,’ said Granny Whitewand. She looked at Molly from under the brim of her hat. ‘Haven’t you?’

‘Er, no. I haven’t actually got one yet,’ said Molly.

‘Well then, you can’t fly and that’s all there is to it,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘You’ll get arrested if you don’t have a proper licence.’

Molly was getting seriously confused. She was about to reply when her mother came into the kitchen. Molly’s mum was a High Witch and taught at the Witch’s Academy.

‘Good morning, everyone.’ Mrs Miggins sat down, poured herself a cup of tea and took a slice of toast from the rack.

‘Mum, I’m supposed to be having a flying lesson today but I don’t have a licence.’

Mrs Miggins nibbled the corner of her toast. ‘I’ll give you a lift down to the post office later on, Molly. Granny Whitewand will have to come with us if she’s going to be your instructor.’

‘Eh, what’s that?’ Granny Whitewand cupped her hand to her ear.

‘I was just telling Molly that you’ll have to sign her licence application as you’re her instructor, Granny Whitewand.’

‘Am I? It’s the first I’ve heard of it.’

Molly shook her head; Granny Whitewand was hard work at times. She got up from the table and put her bowl in the sink. ‘When are we going, Mum? I can’t wait to get started. I want to be solo flying by next week.’

‘You’ll only get a learner licence to start with, Molly, you’ll have to be accompanied at all times.’

‘That’s not fair,’ said Molly. ‘I can fly it; I flew by myself on my last task.’

‘I’m aware of that, Molly but it’s the law. You can’t go out on your own until you pass your test. There’s more to flying that sitting on a broom you know. You have to be able to fly safely and not be a danger to other flyers. Someone will have to be at your side until you pass your test.’

Mrs Miggins finished her toast and got up to return to her study.

‘Make sure you bring your latest spell book with you, Molly, the one with the FLY spell in it. You’ll have to prove that you’re capable of casting it because you’re only nine and you’re supposed to be twelve to get a learner’s licence. I’ll be ready to go in about an hour.’

Molly walked back to the kitchen table to make sure that Granny Whitewand had heard, but she was fast asleep in her chair.

 

Lovely New Year’s Review for Magic Molly

A wonderful review of Magic Molly The Mirror Maze, for the new year http://bit.ly/ZaEHNy

Wonky, Magic Molly’s wonky wand, made by Erin

This is fabulous, Erin. Just like the real one. Thanks so much.

 

Wonky, Magic Molly’s wobbly wand, made by Erin

This is fabulous, Erin. Just like the real one. Thanks so much.

 

Thank You Class J4b Hamilton College

Today I received a sack full of letters from the children of class j4b  Hamilton College who completed a school project on my book, Stanley Stickle Hates Homework. I’d like to thank the kids for their amazing letters which I read three times over. Thanks also to their absolutely fantastic teacher Carol Haire for choosing to read Stanley Stickle to the class and for setting up the project. Delighted doesn’t come close to expressing my feelings. I hope the kids enjoy reading the new Stanley Stickle book that should be landing on their teacher’s desk on Monday. The Stanley Stickle books are available in paperback and Kindle editions. Free postage from Amazon.

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Thank You Class 4Jb Hamilton College

Today I received a sack full of letters from the children of class j4b  Hamilton College who completed a school project on my book, Stanley Stickle Hates Homework. I’d like to thank the kids for their amazing letters which I read three times over. Thanks also to their absolutely fantastic teacher Carol Haire for choosing to read Stanley Stickle to the class and for setting up the project. Delighted doesn’t come close to expressing my feelings. I hope the kids enjoy reading the new Stanley Stickle book that should be landing on their teacher’s desk on Monday. The Stanley Stickle books are available in paperback and Kindle editions. Free postage from Amazon.

http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=stanley+stickle

The Wishnotist reviewed in Words With Jam mag

Anne Stormont’s fabulous review of The Wishnotist is published in the December edition of the utterly brilliant Words With Jam magazine. Out Now!  free version here. http://bit.ly/TLurrT Page 47