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June 21, 2012
Fab review for Magic Molly book 2; Gloop.
‘This book is a must for Potter fans, and I can’t wait for Book 3!’ Rachel Dove; Kindle Book Review http://amzn.to/MEOXp7
June 12, 2012
June 10, 2012
Lovely new review for Stanley Stickle
Trevor Forest has just received another brilliant review. This time for Stanley Stickle Hates Homework. Thank you Bluefairy.
June 7, 2012
Sneaky Peek at Magic Molly Book 3
Hi kids.
Here’s an exclusive look at chapter one of the new Magic Molly book. The book is the third in the series and the working title is, Magic Molly and the Yellow Eye. In the book, Molly is given a new task by the Magic Council. She is told to go to a land on the edge of the sea to find a lost jewel called ‘The Yellow Eye.’ Molly will face many challenges and meet lots of new characters including a pair of goblins, a witch with a huge nose who sniffs for magic and a grumpy dragon called, Fireshower, (though his real name isn’t anything like as impressive).
The Wizard gives Molly a quarter of a map and tells her she must find the other three pieces before she can fulfil her quest. He then tells her that she will not be able to use Wonky the wand because all the magic has been removed from the land.
The land by the sea lies right next to an entrance to the void where the Black Witches Academy was exiled. The Magic Council believes that the Black Academy is plotting a return and the yellow eye will enable them to look inside the void to see what they are up to.
Chapter One
‘Molly Miggins, we have a very busy day ahead of us. If you aren’t down these stairs in two minutes flat, your breakfast is going into the dog.’
Molly turned over onto her back and studied the ceiling. She wasn’t worried about her breakfast, she didn’t have a dog. Then she realised, it was Sunday.
‘It’s Sunday and there is no school.’ she yelled.
Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared round the bedroom door. ‘In case you’ve forgotten young lady, today’s the day they deliver your witch’s cauldron and you’ve got your cauldron warming ceremony later on.’
Molly’s mood brightened considerably. She leapt out of bed, pushed her feet into her slippers and pulled on her dressing gown.
‘I hadn’t forgotten actually. I just hadn’t woken up properly.’
The housekeeper sniffed and turned to leave. ‘I hope you appreciate all the work that’s gone into this party of yours.’
‘It’s not my party,’ replied Molly. ‘Everyone just told me I had to have one. I didn’t get to invite any of my friends; all the guests are wrinkly old witches as far as I can tell.’
‘It’s a tradition,’ said Mrs McCraggity. ‘Every young witch has to go through the cauldron warming ceremony before they make their own spells.’
Molly pulled a face. ‘Well, I was just saying that I’d be quite happy playing with the cauldron on my own. I’ve got some great ideas for spells. I think I’ll start with a …’
Mrs McCraggity blew out her cheeks and left the room before Molly could finish. ‘I see trouble ahead,’ she muttered to herself as she walked back down the stairs. ‘Give a young witch a cauldron and you are guaranteed to get a lot of mess, and who has to clean it up? Me, that’s who….’
Molly ran through to the bathroom and quickly washed her hands and face. She took the stairs two at a time and reached her seat just as Granny Whitewand hobbled into the room.
‘Good morning, Granny Whitewand,’ muttered Molly through a mouthful of toast.
‘Eh? What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.’ Granny Whitewand cocked her head to one side and held her hand to her ear.
‘I was just saying good morning,’ coughed Molly, as a crumb went down the wrong side of her throat.
‘Ah, I see,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘It didn’t sound like English; I thought you were practicing a new spell or something.’ The old witch sat down at the table and reached for the teapot.
‘I’ll get that,’ said Mrs McCraggity. She was the housekeeper and was always cleaning up after Granny Whitewand. She poured tea into a cup and placed it on the table directly in front of her.
Granny Whitewand splashed four lumps of sugar into the cup, picked up a spoon and stirred the tea with a shaky hand. After a full minute she put the spoon down and drank her tea with a loud slurp.
‘Ah that’s hit the spot.’ Granny Whitewand closed her eyes and smiled.
Molly finished her toast and poured a generous helping of Wheaty Flakes into her bowl. She was just adding the milk when the doorbell rang.
Molly leapt from the table and ran to the door. ‘That’ll be my cauldron delivery,’ she yelled. Molly yanked the door open to find an old man in a red uniform looking down at her over a pair of thick spectacles.
‘Would a Ms M Miggins live here?’ he asked.
‘She would, and does,’ said Molly quickly. ‘It’s me as a matter of fact.’
The man looked over Molly’s head at Mrs McCraggity and Granny Whitewand. ‘Ms M Miggins,’ he repeated.
‘It’s me, it’s me, give me my parcel,’ urged Molly.
‘Not so fast,’ said the man. ‘How do I know you’re the right Ms Miggins? I can’t go handing out valuable equipment without proof.’
Molly felt into her pocket and pulled out her Witch’s Academy identity card. She pointed to the photograph and then to her face. ‘See,’ she said. ‘Me.’
‘I suppose that’s all right,’ said the man. ‘Sign here please.’
He handed Molly a clipboard with a sheet of paper containing a list of addresses. Molly scanned the sheet until she found her name and signed the box next to it. The man checked it carefully then handed her a small brown box.
‘Is that it?’ said Molly.
‘That’s it,’ said the man.
‘I was expecting something a little larger,’ said Molly looking down the path towards his van. ‘Are you sure this is the right parcel?’
The man pointed to the address label. ‘I don’t’ make mistakes,’ he said.
Mrs McCraggity patted Molly on the shoulder. ‘It’s the right one, Molly; you don’t get a full sized cauldron until you’re more experienced.’
Molly looked disappointedly at the box. The delivery man grinned at Mrs McCraggity. ‘Good job it’s not a full sized one eh? Half the street could be blown away the first time she used it.’
‘Mrs McCraggity shuddered. ‘Don’t even joke about it, she replied.’
*****
Molly carried the parcel back to the kitchen and placed it on the table. Mrs McCraggity got a knife and sliced through the tape to allow Molly to open the box.
‘Don’t you think your mum and dad would like to see you open it Molly? It is a big moment for them as well.’
‘Ok, I’ll go and find them,’ said Molly. She was still disappointed at the size of the box. She had expected a huge package that took three men to carry. What use was a tiny cauldron like that? Mum and Granny Whitewand both had enormous cauldrons in the workshop.
Molly stuck her head round the door of her mother’s office. Mrs Miggins was sitting at her desk reading an ancient spell book.
‘Mum, my new cauldron is here. Mrs McCraggity seems to think you might want to see it. I don’t know why though, it’s not really worth the bother.’
Molly’s mum jumped up from her desk and picked up her witch’s hat. ‘Of course I want to see it, Molly. It’s a very proud day for me and dad. It’s not every day our daughter gets her first cauldron.
‘I’m just going to get dad,’ said Molly. ‘The parcel is in the kitchen.’
Molly walked through to her father’s study. Mr Miggins was a stage magician who used real magic in his tricks. In the lobby outside the study door, was a high perch on which sat a colourful parrot. Molly had had many a run in with it. The bird believed it was a security parrot and always asked for a password before he would let anyone enter. The fact that the parrot was dead didn’t seem to bother it one bit. It flatly refused to go to the ‘other side’ and hovered in a half world between this world and the next doing his best to carry on what it believed was its duty.
‘Halt, who goes there?’ squawked the parrot.
‘You know who I am you stupid bird,’ said Molly with a sigh.
The parrot narrowed its eyes and looked at Molly suspiciously. ‘Just answer the question please,’ it croaked.
Molly shook her head but answered anyway. ‘I’m Molly Miggins and I’ve come to get my dad.’
‘Professor Miggins is busy working on a new trick which will amaze and stun the audience in his next performance,’ he said.
‘He’ll see me,’ said Molly. ‘I’ve got something important to show him.’
‘I’m afraid I’m under instructions not to let anyone in,’ said the parrot. He reached behind to the shelf and picked up a ‘Do Not Disturb,’ sign. ‘See,’ he said.
Molly took the sign and threw it on the floor.
‘You’re not doing yourself any favours here,’ said the parrot.
Molly planted her feet and glared at the parrot. ‘I’m fed up with these games every time I want to see dad, I’m going in now.’
‘Are not,’ said the parrot.
‘Am,’ said Molly.
‘Not without the password you’re not,’ said the parrot. He narrowed his eyes and glared back at Molly.
‘Millet,’ said Molly. ‘Millet, Millet, Millet, it’s always flipping Millet.’
‘Not always,’ said the parrot.
No, not always,’ agreed Molly. ‘One time in a thousand it’s Cuttlefish.’
The parrot looked over his shoulder then craned his neck to look behind Molly.
‘Shhh,’ he said. ‘That’s top secret. We don’t want everyone to know.’
‘Molly stepped past the parrot and opened the door to her father’s study. ‘Dad,’ she called, ‘my new cauldron has arrived.’
‘How exciting, Molly. I’ll be out in a moment,’ called Mr Miggins.
Molly turned back and closed the door behind her. The Parrot held out both wings. ‘You have a new cauldron. Why didn’t you say?’
‘I’ll put you in it one of these days,’ said Molly.
The parrot gulped. ‘Come back any time, you’re always welcome. Let’s forget out little argument, shall we? …
Here’s an exclusive look at chapter one of the new Magic Molly book. The book is the third in the series and the working title is, Magic Molly and the Yellow Eye. In the book, Molly is given a new task by the Magic Council. She is told to go to a land on the edge of the sea to find a lost jewel called ‘The Yellow Eye.’ Molly will face many challenges and meet lots of new characters including a pair of goblins, a witch with a huge nose who sniffs for magic and a grumpy dragon called, Fireshower, (though his real name isn’t anything like as impressive).
The Wizard gives Molly a quarter of a map and tells her she must find the other three pieces before she can fulfil her quest. He then tells her that she will not be able to use Wonky the wand because all the magic has been removed from the land.
The land by the sea lies right next to an entrance to the void where the Black Witches Academy was exiled. The Magic Council believes that the Black Academy is plotting a return and the yellow eye will enable them to look inside the void to see what they are up to.
Chapter One
‘Molly Miggins, we have a very busy day ahead of us. If you aren’t down these stairs in two minutes flat, your breakfast is going into the dog.’
Molly turned over onto her back and studied the ceiling. She wasn’t worried about her breakfast, she didn’t have a dog. Then she realised, it was Sunday.
‘It’s Sunday and there is no school.’ she yelled.
Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared round the bedroom door. ‘In case you’ve forgotten young lady, today’s the day they deliver your witch’s cauldron and you’ve got your cauldron warming ceremony later on.’
Molly’s mood brightened considerably. She leapt out of bed, pushed her feet into her slippers and pulled on her dressing gown.
‘I hadn’t forgotten actually. I just hadn’t woken up properly.’
The housekeeper sniffed and turned to leave. ‘I hope you appreciate all the work that’s gone into this party of yours.’
‘It’s not my party,’ replied Molly. ‘Everyone just told me I had to have one. I didn’t get to invite any of my friends; all the guests are wrinkly old witches as far as I can tell.’
‘It’s a tradition,’ said Mrs McCraggity. ‘Every young witch has to go through the cauldron warming ceremony before they make their own spells.’
Molly pulled a face. ‘Well, I was just saying that I’d be quite happy playing with the cauldron on my own. I’ve got some great ideas for spells. I think I’ll start with a …’
Mrs McCraggity blew out her cheeks and left the room before Molly could finish. ‘I see trouble ahead,’ she muttered to herself as she walked back down the stairs. ‘Give a young witch a cauldron and you are guaranteed to get a lot of mess, and who has to clean it up? Me, that’s who….’
Molly ran through to the bathroom and quickly washed her hands and face. She took the stairs two at a time and reached her seat just as Granny Whitewand hobbled into the room.
‘Good morning, Granny Whitewand,’ muttered Molly through a mouthful of toast.
‘Eh? What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.’ Granny Whitewand cocked her head to one side and held her hand to her ear.
‘I was just saying good morning,’ coughed Molly, as a crumb went down the wrong side of her throat.
‘Ah, I see,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘It didn’t sound like English; I thought you were practicing a new spell or something.’ The old witch sat down at the table and reached for the teapot.
‘I’ll get that,’ said Mrs McCraggity. She was the housekeeper and was always cleaning up after Granny Whitewand. She poured tea into a cup and placed it on the table directly in front of her.
Granny Whitewand splashed four lumps of sugar into the cup, picked up a spoon and stirred the tea with a shaky hand. After a full minute she put the spoon down and drank her tea with a loud slurp.
‘Ah that’s hit the spot.’ Granny Whitewand closed her eyes and smiled.
Molly finished her toast and poured a generous helping of Wheaty Flakes into her bowl. She was just adding the milk when the doorbell rang.
Molly leapt from the table and ran to the door. ‘That’ll be my cauldron delivery,’ she yelled. Molly yanked the door open to find an old man in a red uniform looking down at her over a pair of thick spectacles.
‘Would a Ms M Miggins live here?’ he asked.
‘She would, and does,’ said Molly quickly. ‘It’s me as a matter of fact.’
The man looked over Molly’s head at Mrs McCraggity and Granny Whitewand. ‘Ms M Miggins,’ he repeated.
‘It’s me, it’s me, give me my parcel,’ urged Molly.
‘Not so fast,’ said the man. ‘How do I know you’re the right Ms Miggins? I can’t go handing out valuable equipment without proof.’
Molly felt into her pocket and pulled out her Witch’s Academy identity card. She pointed to the photograph and then to her face. ‘See,’ she said. ‘Me.’
‘I suppose that’s all right,’ said the man. ‘Sign here please.’
He handed Molly a clipboard with a sheet of paper containing a list of addresses. Molly scanned the sheet until she found her name and signed the box next to it. The man checked it carefully then handed her a small brown box.
‘Is that it?’ said Molly.
‘That’s it,’ said the man.
‘I was expecting something a little larger,’ said Molly looking down the path towards his van. ‘Are you sure this is the right parcel?’
The man pointed to the address label. ‘I don’t’ make mistakes,’ he said.
Mrs McCraggity patted Molly on the shoulder. ‘It’s the right one, Molly; you don’t get a full sized cauldron until you’re more experienced.’
Molly looked disappointedly at the box. The delivery man grinned at Mrs McCraggity. ‘Good job it’s not a full sized one eh? Half the street could be blown away the first time she used it.’
‘Mrs McCraggity shuddered. ‘Don’t even joke about it, she replied.’
*****
Molly carried the parcel back to the kitchen and placed it on the table. Mrs McCraggity got a knife and sliced through the tape to allow Molly to open the box.
‘Don’t you think your mum and dad would like to see you open it Molly? It is a big moment for them as well.’
‘Ok, I’ll go and find them,’ said Molly. She was still disappointed at the size of the box. She had expected a huge package that took three men to carry. What use was a tiny cauldron like that? Mum and Granny Whitewand both had enormous cauldrons in the workshop.
Molly stuck her head round the door of her mother’s office. Mrs Miggins was sitting at her desk reading an ancient spell book.
‘Mum, my new cauldron is here. Mrs McCraggity seems to think you might want to see it. I don’t know why though, it’s not really worth the bother.’
Molly’s mum jumped up from her desk and picked up her witch’s hat. ‘Of course I want to see it, Molly. It’s a very proud day for me and dad. It’s not every day our daughter gets her first cauldron.
‘I’m just going to get dad,’ said Molly. ‘The parcel is in the kitchen.’
Molly walked through to her father’s study. Mr Miggins was a stage magician who used real magic in his tricks. In the lobby outside the study door, was a high perch on which sat a colourful parrot. Molly had had many a run in with it. The bird believed it was a security parrot and always asked for a password before he would let anyone enter. The fact that the parrot was dead didn’t seem to bother it one bit. It flatly refused to go to the ‘other side’ and hovered in a half world between this world and the next doing his best to carry on what it believed was its duty.
‘Halt, who goes there?’ squawked the parrot.
‘You know who I am you stupid bird,’ said Molly with a sigh.
The parrot narrowed its eyes and looked at Molly suspiciously. ‘Just answer the question please,’ it croaked.
Molly shook her head but answered anyway. ‘I’m Molly Miggins and I’ve come to get my dad.’
‘Professor Miggins is busy working on a new trick which will amaze and stun the audience in his next performance,’ he said.
‘He’ll see me,’ said Molly. ‘I’ve got something important to show him.’
‘I’m afraid I’m under instructions not to let anyone in,’ said the parrot. He reached behind to the shelf and picked up a ‘Do Not Disturb,’ sign. ‘See,’ he said.
Molly took the sign and threw it on the floor.
‘You’re not doing yourself any favours here,’ said the parrot.
Molly planted her feet and glared at the parrot. ‘I’m fed up with these games every time I want to see dad, I’m going in now.’
‘Are not,’ said the parrot.
‘Am,’ said Molly.
‘Not without the password you’re not,’ said the parrot. He narrowed his eyes and glared back at Molly.
‘Millet,’ said Molly. ‘Millet, Millet, Millet, it’s always flipping Millet.’
‘Not always,’ said the parrot.
No, not always,’ agreed Molly. ‘One time in a thousand it’s Cuttlefish.’
The parrot looked over his shoulder then craned his neck to look behind Molly.
‘Shhh,’ he said. ‘That’s top secret. We don’t want everyone to know.’
‘Molly stepped past the parrot and opened the door to her father’s study. ‘Dad,’ she called, ‘my new cauldron has arrived.’
‘How exciting, Molly. I’ll be out in a moment,’ called Mr Miggins.
Molly turned back and closed the door behind her. The Parrot held out both wings. ‘You have a new cauldron. Why didn’t you say?’
‘I’ll put you in it one of these days,’ said Molly.
The parrot gulped. ‘Come back any time, you’re always welcome. Let’s forget out little argument, shall we? …
June 6, 2012
Molly and Wonky by Bethany
From Bethany aged 8. Thanks Bethany. This is great.
A fabulous review of Peggy Larkin’s War
Brilliant review of Peggy Larkin’s War from Evie Glass of the Indie E-book Review. http://indieebookreview.wordpress.com...
June 4, 2012
Fab new review for Magic Molly; The Mirror Maze
A lovely review of Magic Molly by Rachel Dove of The Kindle Book Review Thanks Rachel. http://amzn.to/NBoQiH
April 27, 2012
Oliver with his competition prize
Oliver Quesne with his copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework
April 25, 2012
April 24, 2012
Erin’s fab review of Magic Molly
Fantastic new review of Magic Molly by Erin aged 8. You have to read this, it’s brilliant.
She’s done some wonderful drawings too.
