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Trevor Forest books out in paperback

Abigail Pink’s Angel and Magic Molly book 3 The Yellow Eye have been published in paperback on Amazon.

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The Wishnotist Out Today!

Trevor Forest’s second book of the summer, The Wishnotist,  is released today. 27th July 2012

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B008PHZ9LU

Be careful what you wish for.

First review of Magic Molly book 3 The Yellow Eye

First review of |Trevor Forest’s Magic Molly book 3 The Yellow Eye and it’s 5*

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Magic Molly book 3 The Yellow Eye. On Sale Now!

The latest in the series of Magic Molly books is now available.

The paperback can be ordered via the author, or from this link  Magic Molly Paperback The Kindle version can be bought from this link Magic Molly Kindle

Magic Molly; book 3 The Yellow Eye, cover

Here’s a sneaky peek at the cover for the new Magic Molly book; The Yellow Eye. Marie Fullerton my cover artist has done a fabulous job, yet again. Thanks Marie.

Sample chapter. The Wishnotist

THE BIRDMAN

On Monday morning I crawled out of bed late, argued with Luke about how many Weetabix a single person could eat in one sitting and tried to get out of going to school because I’d forgotten to do my history homework.

‘You don’t look ill to me,’ said Mum.

‘I am,’ I said with the croakiest voice I could muster. Feel my forehead and look, my eyes are all blurry.’

‘You’ve been sitting over a bowl of boiling water with a towel over your head for the last five minutes, that’s why you’re hot,’ said Mum, who had seen me on the back doorstep with the bowl. ‘Better luck next time.’

‘It’s not fair,’ I said. ‘Luke’s got a day off.’

‘Luke has a hospital appointment,’ said Mum. ‘It’s hardly a lazy holiday is it?’

I looked at Luke jealously. ‘I need to go to the hospital; I’ve got a pain.’

‘You are a pain,’ said Mum, much to Luke’s enjoyment.

Mum pointed to the door. ‘Off you go, the bus will be here in a minute.’

‘Have a nice day,’ said Luke smugly. ‘I know I will. Mum always takes me to the burger bar after the hospital…’

‘The burger bar…’ I was outraged. ‘I’ve got double PE.’

‘I’d swop in an instant,’ said Luke, softly.

That made me feel guilty again. ‘I know. See you tonight, enjoy your burger.’

‘I’ll save the wrapper so you can smell what you missed.’

I shoved all the books I was going to need that day into my bag and headed out of the front door. The bus stop was about fifty yards down the road. When I got to the gate I spotted a funny looking woman, wearing a long green cloak and brown boots. She had short silver hair with a blue beret thing perched on top. She looked at me and smiled a very weird sort of smile. Her mouth moved but her eyes didn’t smile, they remained fixed on me.

‘Hello, Jack.’

I tried to look away. I didn’t like the look of that smile.

‘Jack?’

Her voice was seriously creepy. ‘Sorry’ I said. ‘Got to run, I’ll miss my bus.’

‘The bus won’t go without you. I’ll make sure of that,’ said the woman.

I tried to quicken my pace to get away from her but my feet felt like they were wading through treacle. I stopped and turned to face her.

‘How do you know my name?’

‘I was sent to find you. Your name appeared on my list.’

‘List! What list?’ I don’t like being on lists. It usually means extra homework or volunteering for something.

‘You’re on my wish list,’ she said.

‘Ah,’ I said, trying to make out I wasn’t interested. She knew I was though.

‘What would you say if I were to tell you that I could grant you one wish?’

‘I’d say that sort of thing only happens in books.’

‘But I can grant wishes,’ said the woman. ‘At least I can grant you one wish. So, come on, Jack. Make sure it’s a good one. Tell me what you’d like most in the world.’

I thought about it.

‘Hmm, lots of things. I’d like a new phone. I’d like to be the best footballer in the world. I’d like to go to the moon, I’d like to…’

‘You’ll have to narrow that list down,’ she said. ‘You only get one.’

‘I’ll have to think about it,’ I replied. ‘When do you need to know?’

‘Well, now, really. I may be prepared to wait, but only if some of your little friends make wishes while you think about it. I’m only here for a couple of days.’

‘I wasn’t sure I wanted my friends to get their wishes before me, but I didn’t want to waste the opportunity. A wish is a wish and it’s not a something you should take lightly.’

I was still thinking about things when Jeremy Johnson walked past. Me and Jeremy have never got on. He’s my main rival for centre forward in the school team and he tries all sorts of tricks to try to get the teacher to pick him. He once told the sports teacher that I had sprained my ankle the morning of the game. Mr Striker believed him and put his name on the team sheet. When I went to tell him there was a mistake and I was fine to play, Jeremy gave me a kick on the ankle as I passed. It blooming well hurt too, but I still played. I got Megan from our class to strap it up with the bandage she was wearing on her sprained wrist. I gave it her back afterwards, it was a bit muddy but she didn’t seem to mind. She thinks I’m her boyfriend or something. I’m not I can assure you… and her.’

Anyway, Jeremy chucked an insult my way as he walked by.

‘Hello Miskick,’ he said. Jeremy has called me that since I mishit a penalty in a school match. When he spotted the woman, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. ‘Mad aunt come to stay?’

Before I could reply the weird woman stepped in front of me and stooped down to talk to Jeremy.

‘No, I’m not a mad aunt. I’m your favourite dream; I’m the person you always wanted to meet. I am the person that can give you your most treasured desire.’

‘Eh?’ said Jeremy. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. ‘What did she say?’

The woman spoke before I could answer. ‘I am the wish granter. Go on, make a wish. I’ll grant it, here and now.’

‘Really!’ said Jeremy. He looked at me for any sign that he was having a joke played on him.

‘Really,’ she said. ‘Go on, wish away. What can I do for you today?’

Jeremy pointed to his superhero comic. ‘I’d like to be able to fly,’ he said. ‘And I’d like to have super strength and be invulnerable and…’

‘Whoa there,’ said the weird one. ‘You’re only allowed to make one wish. What’s it to be? Think very carefully. What do you really want?’

‘I want to fly,’ said Jeremy. ‘I want to fly.’

The woman stood up straight and focussed on Jeremy. The whole world seemed to go silent as she stared deep into Jeremy’s eyes. She raised a finger and pointed it at him. Some sort of electrical charge zapped out of her fingers and hit Jeremy in the face. Jeremy’s eyes opened, big as saucers, and a spiral, whirly thing appeared in them.

Tell me now your heart’s desire

Bond with me, the wish supplier

Free your mind, you can’t resist

The power of the Wishnotist

Jeremy stared into the eyes of the Wishnotist: a few seconds later, he began to shrink.

As he shrank, his legs got very spindly and his feet became claw-like. Brown feathers appeared on his back, then on his head. His nose began to stretch until it formed a beak. A few seconds later the transformation was compete. Jeremy had turned into a little brown bird. He hopped around the floor and pecked the pavement.

The Wishnotist clapped her hands and Jeremy flew up into the air. He pulled a loop de loop, whistled a tune and flew towards one of the big beech trees that lined the road. Just before he reached the safety of the branches he was snatched out of the air by a Sparrow Hawk. I ran forward but there was nothing I could do to help. The Sparrow Hawk screeched and flew off towards Gibby’s Wood with Jeremy hanging from its talons.

I stared at the Wishnotist. She seemed to have shrunk a little bit. Her cloak hung loosely on her shoulders. Her eyes were red and her face was very pale.

‘What, where, how?’ I stammered. ‘That bird just took Jeremy.’

‘I know,’ said the Wishnotist. ‘Sad isn’t it?’

‘But that wasn’t what he wished for,’ I argued.

‘Oh yes it was,’ said the Wishnotist. ‘He said, I wish I could fly, and he did… for a short while at least.’

‘Can you bring him back?’ I asked. I looked to the sky but the Sparrow Hawk, and Jeremy, were nowhere to be seen.

‘No, he’s probably been eaten by now. He did get his wish though so you shouldn’t feel too sorry for him.’

‘He wanted to fly like Birdman in the comic, he didn’t ask to be turned into a sparrow and be eaten.’

The Wishnotist shrugged. ‘He wanted to fly, he flew. That’s the end of it. Come on now; let’s meet some more of your nice friends.’

 

 

A lovely review of Magic Molly

Fab review of Magic Molly book one: The Mirror Maze by Tanya at the  Independent Book Reviews website http://www.ibreviews.co.uk/trevor-forest.html

COMING SOON.

MAGIC MOLLY BOOK 3 THE YELLOW EYE

Lovely review of Stanley Stickle by Caitlin aged 10

Caitlin with her copy of Peggy Larkin's War.

Fabulous new review of Stanley Stickle hates homework by Caitlin Nedahl aged 10  http://amzn.to/LzUTR1

Magic Molly book 3 excerpt

Molly stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth and tried to steer the broomstick towards the shore. The parrot fidgeted nervously on the twigs at the back of the broom. He looked down at the sea below and gulped.

‘We’re all going to die,’ he wailed.

‘Shut up,’ said Molly, ‘I’m trying to concentrate.’

‘If God had meant us to fly he’d have given us wings,’ said the parrot.

‘You do have wings,’ Molly reminded him.

The parrot spread his feathers and looked at them as if he was just seeing them for the first time.

‘So I do,’ he said.