The Toymakers: Dark, enchanting and utterly gripping'

by Robert Dinsdale

Papa Jack had known pain before. He had known terror as well. It propelled him on – for there had never been such sounds in his Emporium, not this place he had created as a bulwark against the bitterness, the darkness, that was adult life.

From the forested alcoves to the cloud castle halls, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Where once was magic: now only economics.