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PostHeaderIcon FREE Magic Molly ebook

Hi everyone.

You can now get Magic Molly book one. The Mirror Maze FREE in ebook format from Amazon. Molly sits happily at number one in the Amazon Fantasy Magic charts. Get your FREE copy here. Then have a look at the other four books in the series.

PostHeaderIcon Trevor Forest Writing Competition Results

The results are in for the Trevor Forest Children’s Writing Competition. Thanks to everyone who entered. Your prizes will be posted out very soon.

https://www.facebook.com/TrevorForestAuthor/posts/606728419364801

PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly, Fire Witch competition prizes unveiled

Here are the  scans of the exclusive, signed original paintings that will be offered as a prize in a Magic Molly Fire Witch children’s writing, competition. The watercolours  are mounted, ready for framing. Fab prizes.

 

The competition is open to children aged 6-11 and ends on the 2nd November. Details here. https://www.facebook.com/events/621213357917667/

PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly, The Fire Witch. Launch day announced

 

Magic Molly, The Fire Witch will be officially launched on Facebook on Saturday 26th October 2013.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1393801640856749/ …

Marie Fullerton, my fabulous artist is creating two special original illustrations that will be signed and handed out as prizes in an online competition. You can also win a kindle version of the book.

See you there.

Trevor Forest

PostHeaderIcon Sneaky Peek at Magic Molly; The Fire Witch

Coming very soon. Magic Molly; The Fire Witch, Book four in the Magic Molly series.

Chapter Three

When Molly got back to the café she found the place was full and there wasn’t a spare seat to be had. She stood looking uncomfortable as old witches and some of the elderly, ordinary folk passed comment on her.

‘Ooh, isn’t she lovely, Hazel?’ said one of Granny Whitewand’s best friends.

‘She’s getting to be a proper little witch,’ said another.

Molly hated the way people passed comment about her as though she wasn’t there. She scowled and nudged her mother. ‘Can we go now?’ she whispered.

‘Ten minutes,’ said Mrs Miggins. ‘Granny Whitewand’s only had four cups of tea so far.’

Molly sighed and looked around for a seat.

‘Come and sit with me, my dear,’ said an elderly lady sitting nearby. ‘I’ll show you some photos of my granddaughter. She looks a bit like you.’

Molly was aghast. She didn’t even like looking through old family photo albums.

The café owner took pity on Molly and produced a small stool. Molly sat down quickly; the stool was so low that she found herself at eye level with the tea pot. The effect made Molly look even smaller. It brought another round of comments from the café clientele.

‘Oh, look. Doesn’t she look sweet?’

An old witch called Wanda, wiped a tear from her eye. ‘She looks just like me when I was a junior witch.’ Wanda hobbled over to Molly and pinched her cheek between a bony finger and thumb. ‘Who’s a pretty ‘ickle witchy girl, then?’

Molly’s face went redder than the table cloth; she took off her hat, placed it on the floor and glared at the clock, willing it to move faster. She was just considering asking her wand if he knew of a speed-up-time spell when Granny Whitewand suddenly woke up.

‘Eh, what? Who stole the fire?’

‘Were not at home, Grandma.’ hissed Molly. ‘We’re in town to get my flying licence.’

The old witch looked around, gave a jaw cracking yawn, sucked her wobbly teeth back into place, and picked up her tea cup. She took a huge noisy slurp and put it shakily back onto the saucer. ‘That explains where the fire went, then,’ she said. ‘Has the tea shop started issuing flying licences?’

‘We’ve got a problem with that,’ said Mrs Miggins. ‘The post office officials think Molly’s too young to have a licence and won’t issue it.’

Granny Whitewand pulled her wand from the secret pocket of her cloak and got unsteadily to her feet. ‘They won’t issue our Millie with a licence? We’ll see about that, won’t we girls?’

The old witches got to their feet and waved their wands in the air.

Molly stood on her stool and shouted to make herself heard above the shrieks and cackles.

‘It’s all being sorted out now; the wizard from the Magic Council has gone to the post office to have a word.’

The shrieking stopped immediately. The hags sat down and started a dozen different conversations.

‘Ooh, the wizard from the Magic Council…’

‘Fancy that, she must be well in if the wizard is going to get her a licence.’

‘Do you think he can get me a new one? I lost mine for being cheeky to a policeman.’

Just then the door opened and the wizard stepped into the café; he walked quickly to Molly’s table.

‘I think you’ll find that the post office is happy to issue you with your provisional flying licence, Molly Miggins. As I promised, you have been granted a special dispensation.’

The witches bowed their heads and whispered amongst themselves.

‘Ooh, a dispensation, you don’t see many of those.’

Molly blushed again; she hated being the centre of attention.

The wizard smiled and produced a small piece of parchment. ‘You will probably need this spell to finally obtain your licence. Mr Stickitt, the postmaster, is a little indisposed at the moment. It’s up to you when you use it. You can leave it until you come back from your task if you like, it would serve him right really.’

At the mention of the word, task, another dozen conversations began in the café. The wizard bowed to Molly and made his way to the door. Before he opened it he turned back and faced the clientele.

‘Look after this young witch, she is very special. You may all have cause to thank her one day.’

Molly stared at her feet as a rapturous round of applause filled the room; she took hold of her mother’s hand and almost dragged her out of the café.

Once they were on the pavement Molly stuck her hat on her head and sighed.

‘I wish they wouldn’t make such a fuss.’

‘They’re all pleased for you, Molly, that’s all,’ said Mrs Miggins. ‘You didn’t mention that you had been given another task.’

‘I saw the wizard when I went for my walk,’ said Molly. ‘I don’t want the task; I want to take my flying lessons.’

‘I’m sure there’ll be time for both,’ replied Mrs Miggins. ‘Now, let’s go and collect this licence.’

PostHeaderIcon Beth’s birthday

Happy Birthday Magic Molly fan Beth Guy. 8 today. Have a wonderful birthday Beth.

 

 

PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly, Christmas Carole released

The Magic Molly Christmas special has been released on Kindle and eReader. You can buy it here. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00FCAJPEU

 

Magic Molly and the Fire Witch, the fourth book in the Magic Molly series will be released in October.

PostHeaderIcon Extract from Magic Molly’s Christmas Carole

Extract from Magic Molly’s Christmas Carole
Scenario:
Molly finds herself inside one of Granny WHitewand’s recurring dreams. At the top of a steep incline is a bend, behind the bend is a ledge and a big, glowing red button that says, ‘Do Not Press Me.’ when the button is pressed the wall behind the ledge moves forward pushing whoever is standing there at the time over a 6 foot drop.
Extract (draft)
Molly marched back up the incline with a dogged look on her face. This time she was determined to resist the temptation to press the red button. She walked round the bend and once again stood on the ledge. The big red button flaunted itself right in front of her nose.
Molly read the words again. Do Not Press Me.
‘Right then, I won’t,’ said Molly. She folded her arms and looked at her feet.
After thirty seconds she gave the button a quick glance. Thirty seconds later she gave it a slightly longer look. Molly tapped her foot and whistled to herself then she shuffled her feet and turned her head away from the button.
‘AAAARGH! It’s no good Wonky,’ she cried. ‘It’s tempting me even when I’ve got my eyes closed.’
Molly whirled around and whacked the button with the palm of her hand.
The wall slid noisily forward and pushed her off the ledge again.
‘Bother,’ said Molly.
*****
‘You pressed it again, didn’t you?’ said Granny Whitewand as Molly crawled out of the low tunnel into the main passage.
‘I couldn’t help it Grandma. I could see it in my mind, as big as a house. I had to hit it.’
‘I know,’ said Granny Whitewand, sadly. ‘I hit the blooming thing every night. I try not to, but I always give in to temptation.’
‘The problem is,’ said Molly. ‘There’s nothing else up there. What else can you do?’
Granny Whitewand nodded. ‘I’ve searched every nook and cranny on the ledge, on the rock face, and on the floor at the bottom. There’s nothing  there but rock… and the red button. I’ve run my hands over the rock face, I’ve tried using reveal spells on the walls, but I can’t find anything.’
‘Well, the button is there for a reason, that’s for sure,’ said Molly. ‘I’m going back for another look.’
Three round trips later Molly had become seriously frustrated.
‘I think I’m going to dream about that  red button forever,’ she said.
‘I already do,’ said Granny Whitewand, ‘that’s why I’m standing her talking to you.’
‘Maybe we should try it together, Grandma,’ suggested Molly.
‘Hmm, that’s a good idea, Millie. Come on, race you to the top.’
Molly had to wait a good five minutes before Granny Whitewand turned the corner to stand on the ledge beside her.
‘I had to stop, I had cramp,’ she explained.
Molly left the old witch trying to ignore the red button and fired up the bright light spell.
She examined every inch of the moving wall but couldn’t find so much as a crack in it.
Molly turned her attention to the floor and crawled along the ledge with her nose just a few inches above the smooth rock. When she was half way across she heard the siren go off.
‘Botheration,’ shouted Granny Whitewand. ‘Sorry Millie I couldn’t resist…’See more
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PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly

The fourth Magic Molly book is now being written and should be released later this year. The new book will be titled, Magic Molly and the Fire Witch. Look out for more news on this website.

PostHeaderIcon Peggy Larkin’s War is now on First Chapters

My alter ego, Trevor Forest and www.firstchapters.net have combined to release the first four chapters of Peggy Larkin’s War on their website. FIRST CHAPTERS

There is a link to buy the book on first chapters but it will only
work if you live outside of the UK. British readers can buy it here.  BUY PEGGY LARKIN’S WAR UK

PostHeaderIcon New Review for Peggy Larkin’s War

What a gorgeous book. Aimed at 8-12s, but I believe it would be enjoyed by anyone with a pulse. This book reminded me of everything I ever loved about adventure books as a child. http://bit.ly/jhcYq1 by Rebecca Emin

Historically accurate, it highlights the problems faced by evacuee children during WWII, and just to keep us reading, Peggy helps us solve a puzzling mystery. Excellent value, and excellent tale from an excellent author. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004SI3YUS by David Robinson

This is a wonderful read with a great war-time feel; at times the humour shines through and at other times it’s very moving. A recommended read.  http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/155132329 by Maureen Vincent-Northam

There’s a great mix of humour, sadness, history, mystery and adventure, together with some wonderful characters, and I’m sure the book will appeal to both boys and girls, as well as their parents  http://bit.ly/fcC2Do by Kathryn Eastman

I would recommend Peggy Larkin’s War unreservedly, and have only one criticism – it ended too quickly! Peggy is crying out for more adventures, and I sincerely hope that Trevor Forest is prepared to let her have them.  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004SI3YUS by Mandy James

Captivating, enchanting, entertaining – quality writing for children Trevor Forest’s  ‘Peggy Larkin’s War’:  http://wp.me/pLpGB-n7
by Anne Stormont

Wonderful review that will sit beautifully alongside the ones from Maureen Vincent-Northam Marit Meredith and Emma Kerry Thanks so much one and all.

PostHeaderIcon Trevor Forest’s Books Released In Paperback

If you prefer to read your books the traditional way, you can now get a copy of Peggy Larkin’s War in paperback fromat published by Dog Eared Books via Lulu.

Artwork by Marie Fullerton

 

 

PostHeaderIcon KIDS! Win a copy of Peggy Larkin’s War

Mums & Dads! Here’s a competition for all children aged 7-12 The prize? A signed copy of Trevor Forest’s book, Peggy Larkin’s War. All they

have to do is send an email via their parent’s email address, telling us what they did during the Easter Holidays. It could be genuine or  completely made up, it’s entirely up to them. No word limit, so just let the ideas flow.
Parents should send their children’s entries with PLW in the subject line, to. trevorATtrevorforestDOTcom (I’ve written it this way to deter spammers) Competition ends May 15th 2011.
The winning entry will be published on this website. The competition will be judged by the wonderful writer/blogger/teacher  Anne Stormont. Anne’s Write Enough Blog
COMPETITION NOW EXTENDED UNTIL 20th MAY 2011.

Artwork by Marie Fullerton

PostHeaderIcon Trevor Forest working on a new book.

Hi Kids,

I’m currently writing a new book about a young girl called Agatha Tapp who moves from the city to a cottage in the small village where her father was born. Each summer the children from the three different parts of the village called Three Farthings, enter teams in a treasure hunt competition. Unfortunately Duck Pond Lane, where Agatha now lives, hasn’t been able to enter a team for over ten years. Agatha is taunted by the members of Duck Pond Lane’s biggest rivals, the Brickley Road Bears, who are regular winners of the competition.

Agatha has a job on her hands to build a team as there are only four other children of qualifying age in her part of Three Farthings village and she will have to get all of them on board if they are to have any chance of winning.

During the treasure hunt the Duck Pond Lane team are digging for a clue when they find an old metal tin containing a bag of silver coins and a cryptic clue. The object has nothing to do with their own treasure hunt and once word gets out, Three Farthings is overrun with strangers carrying metal detectors, spades, and maps.

As the story of Agatha’s find hits the national papers, she realises that her team is now involved in two treasure  hunts. One of them is a competition set up thirty-five years earlier, with a prize worth two hundred thousand pounds.

Can Agatha, Sarah, Freddy, Gabby and Jake, solve the riddle and find the big prize, or will nasty Fritz Fellows and his friends, helped by Agatha’s fiercest rivals, get there first?
Trevor Forest

PostHeaderIcon 5 Star Review for Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies

Lovely review of Faylinn Frost by Maureen Vincent-Northam on Goodreads  http://bit.ly/j3vmmO

Imagine a world of snow fairies. Now imagine their winter land under threat from a wicked ‘net slinger’ and his big black, yellow-eyed Sniffle and you have Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies.

The fairies are no longer safe; they’re losing the magic dust that controls their weather and Coldhaven is warming up. Faylinn Frost is called upon to help the snow fairies but to do this she has to devise a cunning plan.

This is a delightful story with an underlying environmental theme and Faylinn herself is a beautifully drawn character with oodles of charm. Absolutely love this.

Thanks so much, Maureen

PostHeaderIcon Another wonderful review for Peggy Larkin’s War

Rebecca Emin on Goodreads, said:

What a gorgeous book. Aimed at 8-12s, but I believe it would be enjoyed by anyone with a pulse. This book reminded me of everything I ever loved about adventure books as a child. It made me smile, a lot. And it brought a tear to my eye at the end as well. Loved it!

Thank you Rebecca :)

PostHeaderIcon Competition winners announced

Firstly I’d like to thank everyone for entering my competition. Because your entries have been so brilliant I’ve had a difficult time choosing the winner. It was so hard to choose that in the end I’ve decided to give out FOUR prizes.

The winners are:

Georgia: for her wonderful entry telling us what she got up to in the Easter holidays.

Caitlin: for letting us know about her family and what she did in the holidays.

Libby: for a lovely rabbit story.

Mary: for managing to tell us so much in such a concise way.

Congratulations everyone. I’ll be in touch by email shortly and your prizes will be on their way as soon as I have your addresses.

Thanks again to everyone who entered the competition. I’ve had a lot of fun reading your entries.

Trevor Forest

The four winning entries can be read HERE.

 

PostHeaderIcon Trevor Forest Interviewed by Rebecca Emin

Interview by Rebecca Emin on her very popular blog. Comment and you have the chance of winning a signed copy of Peggy Larkin’s War.

PostHeaderIcon Sneak peek at some of the artwork for the Duck Pond Lane Detectives

Latest picture sent from fab artist Marie Fullerton showing the Duck Pond Lane Detectives, gypsy caravan clubhouse.
The new book will have a few black and white drawings inside. this will be one of them.

The gypsy caravan clubhouse artwork by Marie Fullerton

PostHeaderIcon More artwork for The Duck Pond Lane Detectives

More sketches from Marie Fullerton. These will be inside the book.
When they open the door to the gypsy caravan the kids find a chicken living in it. They will have to give it a good clean out before it can become their HQ
Agatha and the team find a clue, but it’s not the one they were expecting to find. This one is thirty years old and has a bag of coins with it.

An unexpected find and an unexpected chicken. Artwork by Marie Fullerton

PostHeaderIcon Peggy Larkin signed book. Rebecca Emin blog prize. Winner announced.

Sarah picks the winner

Thanks for the fab interview Rebecca.
The winner of the book give-away on Rebecca Emin’s blog has been announced. Rebecca’s daughter, Sarah drew this winning name.
Congratulations to Danny Gillan, your book will be sent this week.
See Rebecca Emin’s Blog for details.

PostHeaderIcon Words With Jam; Peggy Larkin’s War Review

 

This month’s Words with Jam magazine has a brilliant interview with the ultra famous, J.K.Rowling. Yes you did hear me right. Harry Potter’s creator has been grilled over a roaring fire in the Hogwarts kitchen, by the guys from our favourite writer’s magazine.  Once you’ve had your JKR fix, read on just a little bit further and you’ll find a fabulous review of Peggy Larkin’s War, by Anne Stormont. Anne has also written an article about writing for children that is well worth a read too. Oh, while your reading, take a look at Lo Mace’s article about how she  managed to land an agent but not a publishing deal.

Peggy Larkin and Harry Potter in the same issue. Whoda thunk it?

There’s also an interview with Julia Churchill, the children’s book  agent from Greenhouse.  I know Julia, she worked with me on Magic Molly
for a while but sadly decided not to take her interest any further.

You can buy, the magazine in print form, get hold of a version for the Kindle or other e-readers, or download the PDF. from WORDS WITH JAM

PostHeaderIcon Proud Moment

Photo of my nephew Mitchell reading Peggy Larkin’s War.

My nephew Mitchell with Peggy Larkin's War

PostHeaderIcon Signed copy of any Trevor Forest Book at no extra cost

Georgia

For a limited time you can buy any Trevor Forest book, have it signed and sent on at no extra cost. Simply contact me here or get in touch via Facebook  here or Twitter @trevor_forest  Pay me by paypal and I’ll order the book for you, sign it and send it on to your address. (Normal Lulu pnp rates apply)  See pricing here

 

 

PostHeaderIcon The Pages & Friends website featuring Trevor Forest

Lovely new website by Marit Meredith, featuring her writing friends who have featured in The Pages magazine. Marit also reviews some of my books. Thanks Marit :)

Find the site HERE

PostHeaderIcon 20% off all Trevor Forest books

For a limited period you can get a WHOPPING 20% off all Trevor Forest books including Magic Molly, Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies and Peggy Larkin’s War. Offer ends June 30th 2011. Use code SUNSHINEUK305 at the checkout.  All books can be found HERE

PostHeaderIcon Grab a Kindle Bargain for the kids this summer

All 4 of Trevor Forests books are available on the Kindle for about £2 each. Grab a bargain for those wet August days when the kids have nothing to do.

Peggy Larkin’s War, Faylinn Frost and the SNow Fairies, Magic Molly and Abigail Pink’s Angel all available  here.

PostHeaderIcon 25% off all Trevor Forest Books

Peggy Larkin’s War, Magic Molly, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies, Abigail Pink’s Angel.

Get a whopping 25% off your order, whether it’s 1 book or more. Use code TIMEUK305 at the checkout. Discount can only be used once per person. Offer ends July 29th

You can find the books at  http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=3792516

PostHeaderIcon 20% off all Trevor Forest Books Until Sept 9th

It’s Sale time again. Get a MASSIVE 20% off Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies, Magic Molly and Peggy Larkin’s War until September 9th. Use code SEPTEMBERUK305 at the checkout . Buy as many books as you like to the value of £100, but only  one order per person.  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/trevor1023

PostHeaderIcon Limited Time Buy Direct Offer

For a limited time you can buy a signed book direct from Trevor Forest with cheaper postage than usual. For more details email trevor(@)trevorforest.com (remove the brackets from the email address, they are only there to stop spammers) or use the contact Trevor button on the home page.

PostHeaderIcon Free Kindle copy of Peggy Larkin’s War

You can now get a free kindle version of Peggy Larkin’s War or any other Trevor Forest book,  in exchange for a review on the amazon website.

Contact the author at trevorATtrevorforest.com for details.

PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly book 1 The Mirror Maze on sale now

My book, Magic Molly has now been split into two parts. Part one is now available in both paperback and Kindle versions and it will soon appear as an e-book on Smashwords.

Initially the books were planned to be published as two books but for a reason far to too complicated to go into here, books one and two ended up being combined into a longer work.

The first book is called The Mirror Maze. Part two, Gloop, will be released in the next few weeks. Younger readers will find them easier to read as  the episodes are shorter.

You can find the paperback here: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Magic-Molly-The-Mirror-Maze/dp/1477489738/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1351072337&sr=8-1 and the Kindle version here:  https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005QAMT9E

I still have a few copies of the two-part book that can be purchased, signed, at a special rate. Email me for pricing.

PostHeaderIcon Free postage on all Trevor Forest Books

Free postage on all Trevor Forest books until 20th Oct.  Use code OCTGROUNDUK305 at the checkout. http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/trevor1023 

PostHeaderIcon 20% off all Trevor Forest children’s books.

It’s Sale time again. Get a MASSIVE 20% off Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies, Magic Molly and Peggy Larkin’s War until 28th October. Use code BURIEDUK305 at the checkout . Buy as many books as you like to the value of £100, but only  one order per person.  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/trevor1023

PostHeaderIcon Get Stanley Stickle hates Homework; Free!

Keep your eyes open for a free download of Stanley Stickle Hates homework. Coming soon.

PostHeaderIcon SALE TIME! 25% OFF all Trevor Forest Books

SALE TIME! Get a MASSIVE 25% off Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies, Magic Molly and Peggy Larkin’s War until 14th December. Use code COUNTDOWNUK305 at the checkout. Buy as many books as you like to the value of £150 (HA!), but only  one order per person.  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/trevor1023

PostHeaderIcon Peggy Larkin’s War coming to Amazon

The paperback of Peggy Larkin’s War will soon be available to buy direct from either Amazon or this site. Postage will be included in the sale price and should work out slightly cheaper than buying from the Lulu link.

PostHeaderIcon Christmas Sale. 25% off all Trevor Forest Books

SALE TIME! Get a MASSIVE 25% off Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies, Magic Molly and Peggy Larkin’s War until 14th December. Use code COUNTDOWNUK305 at the checkout. Buy as many books as you like to the value of £150 (HA!), but only  one order per person.  http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/trevor1023

PostHeaderIcon Get a Kindle bargain on all Trevor Forest Children’s Books

Peggy Larkin’s War, Magic Molly, Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies all available on Kindle for Christmas. Only a couple of quid. Grab a bargain NOW!

http://www.amazon.co.uk/s/ref=ntt_at_ep_srch?_encoding=UTF8&sort=relevancerank&search-alias=books&field-author=Trevor%20Forest

PostHeaderIcon Stanley Stickle Hates Homework

My short children’s book Stanley Stickle Hates Homework Is now available as a paperback You can buy it here. Only £2.75  Kindle release OUT NOW!  only 1.10p Here

Copyright Marie Fullerton 2011

PostHeaderIcon Bargain! Trevor Forest books on Kindle

Got Kids? Got a Kindle? Grab a last minute bargain. Peggy Larkin’s War, Stanley Stickle Hates Homework, Magic Molly, Abigail Pink’s Angel, Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies. No Kindle? then get the Kindle for PC software it’s FREE!   Grab a Bargain HERE!

 

PostHeaderIcon Signed Stanley Stickle Hates Homework

For a limited period I can offer discounted copies of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework direct from this website. This will allow me to sell them at cheaper postage rate than lulu offer on their website. Oh yes, I’ll sign them too at no extra cost. How’s that for a deal? £2.50 plus 75p postage. (usual price £2.75 + £1.25 postage. Lulu price £2.75. £2.99 postage) Books will be posted after Christmas. If you don’t have a paypal account please send me an email via the ‘send a message to Trevor Forest’ link on the right and I’ll happily sort it out for you.


 

PostHeaderIcon A Christmas message

May I wish all my readers, both young and old a very Happy Christmas. I hope Santa brings you everything you asked for.

A special mention for Libby and Mia. Thanks for your present and the lovely card. HAPPY CHIRSTMAS!

Trevor Forest

PostHeaderIcon One off clearance. Signed Books

I have a few signed copies of Peggy Larkins War, the full version of Magic Molly (no longer available on Lulu) and Abigail Pink’s Angel, left over from a promotion back in October. The paperbacks are available at a special offer price. First come first served. All books £2.75 and £99p postage. contact trevorATtrevorforestdotcom

PostHeaderIcon Breaking News

Marit Meredith

My grandson, Owen – 9 – has voted Trevor Forest’s Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies ‘AWESOME’!!

Thank you Owen. I think you’re pretty AWESOME, too. :)

PostHeaderIcon Stanley Stickle is on YouTube

PostHeaderIcon 9 copies of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework delivered

to an address in Essex this morning.
Thanks June Gundlack. I hope everyone enjoys their new book. :)

PostHeaderIcon Stanley Stickle Book Giveaway

Copyright Marie Fullerton 2011

Here’s your chance to get hold of a FREE signed copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework. Simply click this link ( STANLEY STICKLE GIVEAWAY) and tell us what was your best-or worst, excuse for not handing in your homework on time. The answer we consider to be best-worst, will win the book. Competition ends on Sunday January 15th 2012.
Many thanks to Maureen Vincent-Northam for hosting the competition and for conducting the Q and A session on her fab Writer’s Checklist website. It’s a fantastic resource and whether you’re a writer or not you’ll always find something worth reading there.

PostHeaderIcon Stanley Stickle book giveaway winner

Many thanks to Maureen Vincent-Northam for hosting the question and answer session with Trevor Forest on her excellent Writer’s Checklist website. The winner of a signed copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework is Patsy Goodsir.

Thanks for entering the competition Patsy. You’ll receive your signed book very soon.

 

 

PostHeaderIcon Review Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies.

Weve just received this review from Laurie Clayton for Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies. Thanks Laurie :)

The Accidental Poet website

PostHeaderIcon New review for Peggy Larkin’s War

Lovely new review of Peggy Larkin’s War http://amzn.to/yHYP0b

PostHeaderIcon Yet another fabulous review for Peggy Larkin’s War

THis time from Rose McClelland. Thank you Rose. We love it. Visit Rosie in the Garden here.

http://rosiesrag.blogspot.com/2012/02/peggy-larkins-war-trevor-forest.html Review also on Amazon. Here http://amzn.to/zmqV3s

PostHeaderIcon Abigail Pink’s Angel FREE for 3 days

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B004W9C6MK

For Kindle and Free PC Kindle software. Usual price £1.92 Offer ends Monday 20th Feb 2012

PostHeaderIcon Peggy Larkin’s War: Paperback now on Amazon

Artist Marie Fullerton

I’m happy to announce that my book, Peggy Larkin’s War, is now available in paperback from Amazon. The price is set at £5.50 but that will include FREE postage. On lulu the book was £4 with a hefty £2.99 postage charge.

PostHeaderIcon Get Magic Molly FREE!

Trevor Forest’s children’s book, Magic Molly part one The Mirror Maze is free for the next 24 hours https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B005QAMT9E

 

PostHeaderIcon An Excerpt from Magic Molly book one; The Mirror Maze

Molly Miggins mum and dad (A High Witch and a stage magician,) have disappeared in a fairground magic show accident. Molly is told by a wizard that only she can rescue them from where they have been sent. To achieve the task Molly must become a junior witch and join the witches academy a year earlier than she should.
Molly and the housekeeper, Mrs McCraggity, go to the Witch’s outfitters to get her a new uniform. Molly accidentally sits on her hat and crushes the tip. Mrs McCraggity isn’t pleased when Molly chooses a yellow tunic instead of a traditional black one. As it is Molly birthday, her grandmother Granny Whitewand has asked her to come to her room to get a special present.

*****

When she got home, Molly changed into her new witches uniform and went to look for Granny Whitewand. She found her in the garage arguing with two official looking men.
‘Of course it’s safe,’ she told them, ‘I should know, I’ve had it for sixty years.’
‘I’m sorry but it has failed the WOT test,’ said the taller of the men. ‘You need to get it repaired or buy a new one.’
Granny Whitewand was outraged.
‘A NEW BROOM! ‘she shouted. ‘You won’t see me on one of those plastic and alloy abominations. Give me a good old hazel and birch twig broom any day of the week.’
‘I’m sorry, but we can’t pass it,’ said the smaller man. ‘It’s falling to bits.’
‘Can’t you just twiddle the twigs at the back end?’ asked Granny Whitewand.
‘There are very few twigs left to twiddle,’ said the tall man. ‘Get it fixed or you’re banned from flying.’
When the men had gone, Molly followed an angry Granny Whitewand back to her room. ‘What’s a WOT test?’ she asked.
‘Witches Overhead Transport test,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘You need a certificate of air worthiness to fly a broom. They reckon mine’s too old. It’s all nonsense of course, there’s nothing wrong with my broom that a few new birch twigs couldn’t cure.’
‘Can you fix it, Grandma?’
‘Yes, I think so,’ said Granny Whitewand,’ I’ll nip to the woods later on.’
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Granny Whitewand opened the door to her room and ushered Molly inside. Before closing it she stuck her head around the door and looked up and down the corridor. ‘Can’t be too careful,’ she said.
Molly looked around the old witch’s room. There was a large four poster bed in one corner and a big old trunk on the floor under the window. The curtains were pulled together allowing just a tiny crack of sunlight into the room.
Granny Whitewand looked Molly up and down with a critical eye.
‘So, this is your new uniform is it? Goodness me, don’t you look a picture?’ she said.
‘I sat on my hat and Mrs McCraggity doesn’t like my yellow tunic,’ Molly complained.
‘The flop-over tip on your hat gives you a very individual look,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘As for the tunic, yellow is just fine, I wish I could have worn a bright colour when I was a young witch. In my day it was all black and grey.’
‘It still is, Grandma, I was lucky to get this one. It’s the latest fashion,’ said Molly proudly.
‘It’s lucky they had it in small sizes too eh, Millie?’
‘Molly.’
‘Yes, yes, Molly, Millie, it’s all so confusing. Why didn’t your mother call you Griselda, or something? Maybe you can change your name?’
Molly didn’t like that idea one bit. ‘I like my name, Grandma.’
‘Suit yourself,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘There was a very famous witch called Griselda.’
She was silent for a while; lost in some old memory, then she gave Molly a quizzical look. ‘What do you want anyway?’
‘You told me to come and see you.’
‘When?’
‘This morning. At breakfast?’
‘Did ? hmm, are you sure? ‘
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‘Positive,’ said Molly.
Granny Whitewand thought for a while. ‘No, can’t remember.’
‘Was it something to do with a birthday?’ Molly suggested.
‘It isn’t my birthday, my birthday is on Halloween.’
‘No, my birthday,’ said Molly patiently.
‘When’s that then?’
‘Today,’ said Molly, beginning to get confused herself.
‘Is it? I suppose you want a present then?’
‘Yes please,’ said Molly glad they were getting somewhere at last.
Granny Whitewand hobbled across to her trunk. ‘Help me with the lid, it’s a bit heavy.’
Molly pulled on the strap handle of the old trunk. It opened with a long creak.
‘Now then, what can I give you,’ said Granny Whitewand as she rummaged about in the trunk.
Molly looked at the contents and shuddered. The trunk was full of Grandma’s old clothes. There were drab old tunics, thick woolly socks and some very strange looking items of underwear. Molly couldn’t see anything she wanted; the old bloomers were especially gross.
Granny Whitewand stopped rummaging and stood up as straight as her crooked back allowed.
‘What was I looking for?’ she asked.
‘A birthday present for me, Grandma?’
‘Oh yes, that’s right. Well it isn’t in there that’s for sure.’
Molly breathed a sigh of relief and looked around the room, there didn’t seem to be a present anywhere.
Granny Whitewand suddenly remembered. ‘I know what it was. Come here, Millie.’
‘Molly.’
‘Molly,’ agreed the old witch.
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She hobbled across the room and picked up an ancient book from her bedside table. She held it upside down and gave it a shake. A piece of parchment floated onto the bed cover.
‘Ah, here it is,’ said Granny Whitewand.
She passed the faded old scrap of paper to Molly.
‘Thank you Grandma,’ said Molly, feeling more than a little disappointed. ‘What is it?’
‘That,’ said Granny Whitewand in a whisper, ‘is the oldest spell known to witch kind. It will do whatever you want it to do, so you must be very careful with it. A witch can only cast this spell three times in her life, so don’t go wasting it. Save it for situations when nothing else works. Only a very powerful wand can cast it and you’ll probably only get a learner wand to begin with, so the spell won’t be of much use to you for now. But once you graduate to a more powerful wand you should be able to use it.’
Molly put the parchment in her secret pocket. ‘Do you think the spell could bring Mum and Dad back, Grandma?’
‘It depends on the circumstances, Millie, under certain conditions it might work, but you would have to be with them at the time the spell was cast.’
‘When you use it, read the words backwards, from right to left,’ Granny Whitewand continued. ‘That spell is known to very few witches, so be very careful and use it wisely.’
‘I hope I’m up to this task, Grandma? ‘said Molly, quietly.
‘You’ll have to be, Millie. No one else can take it on, it was assigned to you. I’d like to help you, but I’m afraid I can’t. I am allowed to advise you on certain matters, but I cannot come with you into the void.’
‘What is this void, Grandma? What’s it for?’
The Void isn’t for anything, Millie. A lot of it is just empty, full of nothing, while other parts of it are full of things. There are some strange places there and even stranger creatures, it depends which bit you go to. One part of the void is where all failed magic is sent, not bad magic, but failed magic, there is a difference. Bad magic can never work. Failed magic is the term used
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for the tricks and spells that have gone wrong. Successful tricks and spells have obviously served their purpose, so they can fade away. But failed magic hangs around trying to get it right over and over again, so it’s sent into the void to get it out of the way.’
‘So Dad’s vanishing act failed,’ said Molly, ‘and because they were part of the spell the void took them as well.’
‘That’s about it,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘Something went wrong, that’s for sure.’
Molly nodded.
‘Once you’re in the void, that yellow tunic should help you. Bright colours stand out; there’s a lot of shadow.’
‘Have you been there, Grandma?’ asked Molly.
‘Once, many years ago. I had to find a lost spell. It got sent there by mistake.’
‘Did you find it?’
‘Yes I did, I’ve just given it to you.’
Molly patted her secret pocket.
‘I’ll look after it, Grandma.’
Molly walked to the door but then stopped and turned back.
‘Mum said she’d be there when I took my Witch’s promise, but she can’t be now. Will you come with me this afternoon?’
‘I’ll be proud to escort you to the ceremony, Millie. You’ll be a credit to the academy.’
Molly smiled. ‘I’ll try to be, Grandma, are you coming for lunch?’
‘What are we having? I could rustle something up; we’ll just need a few bats claws, a toad or two…’
‘We’re having ham sandwiches, Grandma, ‘ said Molly quickly, glad that Mrs McCraggity was preparing lunch.
‘In that case I’ll have some,’ said Granny Whitewand, ‘those bats claws get under my teeth.’

You can buy Magic Molly book one. The Mirror Maze for the Kindle or order it in paperback from LULU.  You can also get in touch with me for a signed copy via THIS LINK

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The latest book in the Magic Molly series has been released on kindle. Only £1.53 from TODAY!

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PostHeaderIcon Peggy Larkin’s War now on Smashwords

Artwork by Marie Fullerton

Peggy Larkin’s War has now been published on Smashwords.com. This means that it can now be read not only in Kindle but every sort of e-reader ever made. It will also soon be published on Itunes for Ipad/Iphone etc, Nook, Sony Reader and Barnes and Noble.
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PostHeaderIcon Excerpt from Magic Molly book 2: Gloop

Chapter Three

At the Megastore Aunt Matilda parked the car a hundred yards away from the nearest vehicle.
‘I have a bit of trouble with parking,’ she admitted. ‘It’s best if I leave it over here.’
Molly bit her lip and politely said nothing, she was just glad to have arrived at the Megastore in one piece.
Once in the store they headed straight for the music department. There was a set of cubicles where customers could listen to tracks before they bought the album. Aunt Matilda asked for the assistant to put the Crypt Kickers CD on in cubicle four.

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PostHeaderIcon Chapter one of Stanley Stickle does NOT have a Girlfriend

Stanley gets the bad news

‘You were so lucky being off sick Stanley, you missed the Big Test.’
Stanley smiled to himself. It hadn’t been easy but he had managed to get ill and take a fortnight off school. He turned to his best friend. ‘Was it really bad?’
‘Dreadful,’ said George, ‘the worst test ever.’
Stanley craned his neck to look over George’s shoulder. Then he turned and looked up the street the other way. ‘Hurry up bus,’ he muttered.
‘Looking for someone?’ asked George with a sly grin.
Stanley shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. ‘Me? No, just watching for the bus, that’s all.’
‘You seem very eager to get to school,’ said George. ‘Are you sure you’re not still poorly. Or are you just keen to see someone?’
Stanley wanted to say he was hoping NOT to see someone; someone like Soppy Sonia. Instead he just shook his head.  ‘Ah here’s the bus now.’

When the bus pulled up at the stop the orderly queue suddenly exploded as twenty childen leapt forward to try to get their favourite seat. George and Stanley normally sat near the back.
George managed to get on first. He hurtled down the aisle and threw himself into the window seat four rows from the back. Stanley got stuck behind Limping Liam who had to come to school with his foot in a plaster cast after breaking it when he accidentally kicked a goal post in football training. Stanley couldn’t work out how anyone could accidently kick a goalpost. It’s not like you don’t know it’s there; it’s eight feet high and painted white.
Stanley shuffled down the bus behind Limping Liam wondering why everyone seemed to be grinning at him. When he was half way down the bus he found out as a soft voice called to him.
‘Sit here with me Stanley.’
Stanley groaned. Soppy Sonia must have got on the bus at an earlier stop.
‘I’ve saved you a seat Stanley.’ Sonia removed her bag from the seat next to her and patted it.
Stanley’s mind raced like a formula one on car on a test track. ‘Err, sorry Sonia, I’ve got something to sort out with George.’ Stanley almost knocked Limping Liam into Sonia’s arms as he pushed past and hurled himself into his regular seat. He hoped George hadn’t seen the incident.
George had. ‘What did Soppy Sonia want?’
‘Um, she er, wants to know if I collect stamps,’ replied Stanley. ‘She’s brought her album to school or something. I’m not sure why she thought I’d be interested.’
George looked surprised. ‘Oh, I thought she was asking you to sit with her.’
Stanley forced a laugh. ‘Sit with Soppy Sonia, why would I want to do that?’
George smiled and looked out of the window.
At school, Stanley was first off the bus. He raced for the boy’s toilets and locked himself in a cubicle. After about five minutes there was a knock on the door. It was George.
‘Stanley?’
‘Yes?’
‘Why are you hiding?’
‘I’m not actually hiding, I er, I just don’t want someone to see me.’
‘That’s the same thing isn’t it?’
‘Similar,’ agreed Stanley.
‘Soppy Sonia’s telling everyone you’re her new boyfriend,’ whispered George.
‘She’s doing what?’
‘SOPPY SONIA IS TELLING… ‘
‘Okay, I heard,’ hissed Stanley. ‘No need to tell the world.’
‘I think the world knows about it already,’ said George. ‘She’s got a whole crowd of people around her in the playground. She was whispering to her friends about it while you were off sick, but no one believed her then.’
Stanley clicked the bolt back and came slowly out of the cubicle.
‘I’m finished,’ he said. ‘My life is over.’
‘What’s been going on?’ asked George. ‘Why is she saying that?’
Stanley’s shoulders slumped. ‘It’s a long story. She just got hold of the wrong end of the stick, that’s all. I’ll try to sort it out.’
‘You’d better hurry,’ said George. ‘Some of the girls are planning a wedding.’

Stanley’s day got worse when he found out that he had to take the Big Test after all. Mr Strap, his form teacher, called him out to the front of the class after registration.
‘Stanley you are to go to hall and wait for Mrs Crochet. She will supervise you while you do the test. You can resume your normal lessons when you finish.’
Stanley was appalled.
‘But, but, I haven’t had to extra homework to help prepare for it like everyone else.’
Mr Strap was unsympathetic. ‘Would you like some extra homework Stanley, I can arrange it?’
Stanley thought about it for ten millionths of a second and shook his head. He hated homework even more than big tests.
Mrs Crochet, the music teacher, was waiting for him when he entered the hall. She had set up a desk and chair at the front of the room facing the stage.
‘Hello Stanley, aren’t you a lucky boy? You almost missed out on this.’
Stanley mumbled something about winning the lottery and slumped down in the chair. Mrs Crochet placed a wad of paper, held together with a staple, upside down on the desk. ‘Don’t look so dejected Stanley, there are only six sheets and you’ve got ninety minutes to do it.’
Stanley thought pile of papers looked about the same size as a phone book.
At 9 30 Mrs Crochet pressed a button on the clock on her desk and told Stanley he could turn over the test paper. ‘You are not allowed to leave the room or talk to anyone while you are sitting the exam,’ she warned.
Stanley looked around the empty hall. Talk to who?
Stanley turned over the paper and wrote his name on the top of the top sheet. His eyes skimmed the first question. It was about a girl called Cherry who had fifteen apples and gave some of them to a friend called Clementine.
He stuck his chin in his hands. Was this maths or cookery? Stanley worked through the questions quickly. He was quite clever in a lazy sort of way. After an hour he had almost finished but he didn’t want to go back to his usual lesson until he had worked out a plan to deal with Soppy Sonia.
It had all seemed such a brilliant idea at the time. Stanley had agreed to give Soppy Sonia a thirty second kiss and be her boyfriend in the hope of catching chickenpox because he wanted to miss the big test. It had all backfired. He didn’t even catch chickenpox. His horrible sister, Stacey, had given him scarlet fever instead.
Stanley’s eyes suddenly lit up. That was it; scarlet fever! He already had a plan. A wonderful plan, a plan so magnificent it would go down in history as the plan that made all other plans seem puny. If only he could remember what it was? Stanley had thought up the big plan between bouts of being sick and taking medicine to bring his temperature down. He had written it down on a bit of tissue paper and hidden it somewhere in his room. Stanley racked his brains but couldn’t remember where
He finished the test, handed the paper to Mrs Crochet and walked back to his class with a smile on his face. Hidden somewhere in his room was the mega-plan that would rid him of Soppy Sonia forever. All he had to do was find it.

PostHeaderIcon Coming Soon; Magic Molly Illustrated Paperbacks

In the next few weeks Trevor Forest will be releasing illustrated versions of Magic Molly and the Mirror Maze and Magic Molly; Gloop.

Book one, Magic Molly and the Mirror Maze will be the first to be released.

Details will be announced here.

PostHeaderIcon Fab review of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework by Simon aged 8

Simon’s Spider blog can be found here http://www.thetomorrowclub.com/s/wordpress/?p=206

Stanley Stickle Hates Homework (Kindle)

Ok, I haven’t been posting for a while. That’s just because. Anyway, lets get to the review.

And no, I haven’t got a kindle. I just have kindle software on the computer.

Overall, this was a very good book. (I say “book” I mean “kindle book.” This is not boasting I’ve got a kindle on the computer.) It was funny, clever, and INCREDIBLY… Short.

It wasn’t very long (in fact, I read it in less than an hour) but it’s still very good. But when how far into the book you are increases by 3% every page, it’s kind of annoying.

On the other hand, their will be a sequal (Sorry  if I spelt that wrong, I meant SEE-CWUL), so my hopes are high that I’ll be seeing more of Stanley soon.

I’ll give it an… 8/10.

 

Thank you Simon. That was a brilliant review.

Stanley Stickle Does NOT Have A Girlfriend will be along soon.

Trevor Forest.

PostHeaderIcon Lovely review for Magic Molly book 2: Gloop

Here are two wonderful new reviews from Mary Bell. She’s a Magic Molly fan from Scotland. Mary isn’t in the 7-11 age bracket but she loves the books so much she’s written reviews for both of them. Thanks Mary

Mary’s Magic Molly Reviews

PostHeaderIcon Fabulous 5 Star review for Abigail Pink’s Angel

Wonderful review for Abigail Pink by Rachel Dove. You can read it here

Many thanks Rachel, that’s brilliant.

PostHeaderIcon WIN! Signed Trevor Forest book competition.

Hello boys and girls. Here’s a chance to get your hands on a signed copy of a Trevor Forest book. There are 3 up for grabs.

Stanley Stickle Hates Homework (2 prizes)

Magic Molly; The Mirror Maze

All you have to do to stand a chance of winning is get mum or dad to send in your name and age by email to trevor@trevorforest.com

The draw will take place on St George’s Day 23rd April 2012.

 

 

 

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Thank you James. I think you should look for a career in TV.

PostHeaderIcon Signed book competition winners.

Here are the lucky winners of the Trevor Forest signed book competition.

Isobel Palk wins a copy of Magic Molly the Mirror Maze
Sophie Perrott wins a copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework
Kate & Ben Hansen wins a copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework

Special prizes awarded to Isobel Dutton and Oliver Quezne

Congratulations to all our winners. Your prizes will be on their way shortly.

Trevor Forest

PostHeaderIcon 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.

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She’s done some wonderful drawings too.

PostHeaderIcon Oliver with his competition prize

Oliver Quesne with his copy of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework

PostHeaderIcon 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

PostHeaderIcon 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/2012/06/06/peggy-larkins-war-by-trevor-forest/

PostHeaderIcon Molly and Wonky by Bethany

From Bethany aged 8. Thanks Bethany. This is great.

PostHeaderIcon Sneaky Peek at Magic Molly Book 3

Hi kids.
Here’s an exclusive look at the first two chapters 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 called ’Splat,’ 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.
Splat 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, there’s no school, and we don’t have a dog.’ she yelled.
Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared round the bedroom door. ‘Our next door neighbours have a dog,’ she said. ‘And, 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.’

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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? …

Chapter Two

Molly walked back to the kitchen, opened the box, removed several layers of bubble pack and lifted out the cauldron. She was even more disappointed than she had been when she first saw the box. The cauldron was jet black and had a ring-type handle on either side. It was the size of a large saucepan.

‘I won’t be able to make anything decent in that,’ moaned Molly. ‘I reckon I’ll struggle to boil an egg in it never mind make spells.’

‘Nonsense, Molly,’ said Mrs Miggins. ‘Everyone has to start somewhere. You have to build up your spell making skills, your next one will be twice the size of this, then you’ll get the full sized cauldron.’

‘Can’t I just borrow yours, Mum, I…’

Mrs Miggins shook her head. ‘No,’ she said firmly, and don’t even think about sneaking down to the workshop to try it out.’

Molly sighed and carried the cauldron over to the stove. ‘Can I have a practice with it before the ceremony then?’

‘Certainly not,’ said Granny Whitewand. ‘The warming up ceremony is a tradition. You not even supposed to light the flame under it until the coven has accepted you as a junior member.’

Molly sighed again and stepped back from the stove. Mrs McCraggity filled the cauldron full of water and laid out the assorted jars of bat claws, sparrow beaks, dried spiders and hemlock.

Molly looked enviously at the pots of spell making ingredients. Her cauldron had only come with two tiny bottles of crushed beetles, a packet of fly’s wings, half a dozen bats’ claws and for some reason, a jar of Marmite. Molly put the box under the table and announced that she was going to go for a ride on her bike. Mrs McCraggity reminded her to be back for twelve-thirty as the guests would start arriving at one.

Molly rode her bike up the pavement, turned past the newsagents and crossed the road at the zebra crossing before turning into the park. She wished her friend Jenny was with her but she had gone to stay with her Aunt while her mum had an operation.

Molly rode past the children’s playground and headed along a narrow path to the small wood at the top of the hill. As she rode through the trees the air began to feel a little muggy, then a fine mist began to descend, by the time Molly reached the large oak on the far side of the hill she was surrounded by a thick fog.

Molly braked, put her foot on the floor and steadied herself.

‘Molly Miggins, daughter of a witch?’ said a voice to her left.

Molly turned to see a figure moving slowly towards her through the mist. A few seconds later an old man with a long white beard, wearing a star covered robe and a wizard’s hat appeared.

‘We meet again, Molly Miggins. I said we would.’

‘You did,’ said Molly, ‘I just didn’t expect it to be so soon.’

‘You did very well in your last task for such a young witch. The Magic Council was very impressed.’

‘Thank you,’ said Molly politely. ‘I didn’t have much choice though really. Mum and Dad needed rescuing; I couldn’t really refuse could I?’

‘You could not, but then again you cannot refuse a task from the Magic Council anyway. You either pass the test, or fail.’

Molly began to get suspicious. She looked to see if the wizard was carrying a scroll. To her disappointment, she saw that he was.’

The wizard held out the scroll to Molly with a smile. ‘Here is your latest task, succeed and you will be well rewarded.’

Molly put her hands behind her back. ‘I don’t really have time for a new task, I’ve got my cauldron warming ceremony today…  and I’ve got lots of homework from school…
and I need to study for an exam at the Witch’s academy… and….’

The wizard held out the scroll again. ‘Don’t worry; you will have plenty of time for all of that. Time will stand still while you are gone.’

Molly tried desperately to think up another excuse.

‘I have to, um, brush my room and hoover the cat… and Granny Whitewand needs me to run some errands.’

‘You will have plenty of time for all that,’ repeated the wizard. ‘You cannot refuse a task,’ he reminded her.

Molly gave up. ‘I know,’ she said softly. She leaned forward and took the scroll from the wizard. ‘What do I have to do this time?’

The wizard clasped his hands and thought for a moment. ‘To fulfil the task you must find something that was taken and return it to its owner.’

‘Where do I have to look for it, not in the void again? That place is enormous; it would be like looking for a needle in a million haystacks.’

The wizard smiled again. ‘No, not this time, although it is very close. The land you will go to is on the very edge of the void.’

‘Phew,’ said Molly. ‘We’ll do our best.’

‘We?’

Molly nodded. ‘Wonky and me.’

‘Ah yes, Wonky, your wand. I’m afraid he won’t be of much use to you this time. Very little magic will work in the land of Splat. Wands almost certainly won’t.’

‘Then I’ll be alone? Will I be able to talk to him at least?’

‘That depends,’ said the wizard. ‘There may be the odd place where you will be able to address your wand, but you won’t be able to cast spells with it.’

Molly sighed and looked at the scroll in her hands. ‘What am I looking for exactly?’

The wizard looked thoughtful again. When he spoke his voice dropped to a whisper. ‘You are required to find a jewel called the Bloodstone. It was taken and hidden many, many, years ago. You must find where it is hidden and return it to its rightful owner.’

‘How many years ago was it taken?’ asked Molly.

‘Two hundred years ago.’

‘Two hundred… How can its owner still be alive after all that time?’

‘Dragons tend to live for hundreds of years,’ said the wizard.

Molly’s mouth fell open. ‘Dragons… I have to find something and give it back to a dragon?’

‘That’s about it,’ said the wizard. ‘Oh, yes, we’d also like you to get something from him in return.’

‘Dragons,’ repeated Molly.

‘One dragon. You may meet more than one but we’re only concerned with one. His name is Fireshower.’

‘Dragons,’ said Molly again.

The wizard clicked his fingers in front of Molly’s face to get her attention. ‘Once you deliver the Bloodstone to Fireshower you must persuade him to give you the Yellow Eye jewel. This may not be as easy as it sounds. Dragons are notoriously possessive. You may have to use a little trickery. When you have achieved this you must bring it here with all haste.’

Molly’s mouth was still wide open from hearing the news about dragons.

‘Stop opening and closing your mouth like that, Molly Miggins. You are a witch not a goldfish.’

Molly snapped her mouth shut. The wizard nodded his head and continued.

‘What I am about to say is very important and should not be passed on to anyone other than your close family, Molly Miggins, do you understand?’

Molly nodded.

‘We believe that the Black Academy is trying to bring back Griselda from her place of banishment.’

Molly’s mouth dropped open again. ‘But wasn’t the Black Academy sent to the void after the witch wars?’

‘It was, and Griselda was sent alone to the deepest, darkest, part of the void. A place so remote it was hoped that she could never find a way back. But we believe the Black Academy have managed somehow to contact her again. We are most concerned at this news.’

Molly closed her mouth, then opened it again.

‘The Yellow Eye jewel will allow us to see into the void. We will be able to keep an ‘eye’ on what’s happening, if you see what I mean.’

Molly nodded. ‘But what if this Fireshower won’t give me the Yellow Eye?’

‘You must make sure that he does.’

‘But, he’s a dragon… he can just say no, what can I do without magic?’

‘You will need to make him promise to give it to you; a dragon can never go back on a promise.’

Molly shook her head. ‘Are you sure I’m up to this? It seems to me like you need someone a little more experienced. I’ve never heard of this Bloodstone, or the Yellow Eye, or Fireshower for that matter.’

‘You have been chosen, Molly Miggins. The Magic Council has great faith in you. Succeed and you will be fast tracked to the next witch grade. That will save you a whole year of study. As for the details of the Bloodstone and the Yellow Eye, you will just have to do some research.
You will find a lot of information in the Witcher. Your grandmother will certainly
know the story.’

Molly took a deep breath. ‘Okay, I don’t seem to have any choice.  I’ll do my best.’

‘I’m sure you will, Molly Miggins. The Magic Council knew what they were doing when they chose you.’

Before Molly could reply the wizard stepped back into the fog. A few seconds later the mist began to clear and within a minute Molly could see the path stretch out in front of her. She picked up her bike and rode slowly back home, deep in thought.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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.

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PostHeaderIcon Sample chapter. The Wishnotist

THE BIRDMAN

On Monday morning, I crawled out of bed late, argued with Luke about how many bowls of Shredded String, breakfast cereal 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. She must have 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. What would you 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 few 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 sparrowhawk. I ran forward but there was nothing I could do to help. The sparrowhawk 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 sparrowhawk, 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.’

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PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly, book four. The Creepy Castle

Here’s a sneaky peek at the opening chapter of Magic Molly book four, The Creepy Castle. (The Creepy Castle is a working title the book may be called something else by the time it’s finished.)

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 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.

 

PostHeaderIcon Magic Molly book 4 The Creepy Castle chapter Two

Another sneaky peek at the next Magic Molly book.

Chapter Two

An hour later Molly and a now wide awake Granny Whitewand climbed into Mrs Miggins car and they set off for the post office.
Granny Whitewand looked at Molly and smacked her lips. ‘I wouldn’t mind a nice hot mug of tea while we’re in town.’
‘You had four cups for breakfast, Granny.’ Molly was amazed that anyone could drink so much tea.
‘They were little cups,’ said the old witch. ‘I’m awake now, I need a proper drink.’
Molly frowned. ‘We need to get back as soon as I get my licence so we can start my lessons.’
Mrs Miggins laughed. ‘Granny Whitewand loves her tea, Molly. We’ll go to that little café opposite the post office. They do lovely cakes there. You have the rest of the day to practice flying.’
Molly put her elbows on her lap and stuck her chin in her hands. ‘If she can stay awake long enough between cups of tea,’ she muttered. Granny Whitewand was very old and she needed a lot of what she called forty winks. Molly knew she needed a lot more than forty, she counted once, when Granny Whitewand was asleep in her chair and gave up at nine hundred.
Mrs Miggins parked up in the car park behind the post office and helped Granny Whitewand out of the car. Molly ran in front and held the shop door open.
The post office counter was so high that Molly couldn’t see over the top of it. Mrs Miggins took a pen from her bag and asked for a learner’s broom licence. A woman, with a thin face and pair of tiny spectacles perched on the end of her nose, took a form from a pigeon hole and slid it under the glass dividing screen. Mrs Miggins filled in Molly’s details and passed it back. The woman examined it and picked up an inky stamper. She tilted her head back and looked around the post office.
‘Is the applicant present?’
‘I’m here,’ said Molly.
The women leaned forward and looked over the counter.
‘You’re a bit short for flying.’
Molly was indignant. ‘I’m just the right height for my age.’
The woman looked at the form again.
‘I see you’re only nine, this is very unusual, we don’t usually issue licences to girls under twelve.’
Molly reached up and slapped her new spell book on the counter.
‘I’ve got the spell; I’m a grade three witch. The Magic Council keeps giving me tasks.’
The woman examined the spell book as though it might be a forgery. She checked Molly’s name and address in the front of the book and then made a big fuss of checking the academy’s official stamp. Eventually she seemed satisfied.
‘This is very unusual but everything seems to be in order. Who will be instructing the applicant?’
Mrs Miggins began to explain but Molly butted in.
‘Granny Whitewand is going to be my instructor; she’s fixed up my broom and…’
‘Granny Whitewand, repeated the woman. She filled in a line at the bottom of the form and looked back through the glass.
‘Is she present?’
Molly looked around. Granny Whitewand was fast asleep leaning against the birthday card stand.
Molly tugged at her sleeve.
‘Granny Whitewand, we need you to sign the form.’
Granny Whitewand’s head snapped back. ‘Eh, what?’
‘My broom licence, we need you to sign it.
The old witch shuffled forward towards the counter. The post office official looked at her over her spectacles.
‘Is she capable of giving lessons? she looks a little past it to me.’
‘Plastic? Who she’s calling plastic?’ Granny Whitewand leaned on the counter and fixed the woman with a stern eye.
‘I might have to get my supervisor to look at this,’ said the official. Molly might be too young and this lady might be too old.’
The woman turned and walked briskly through a door at the back of the shop. She returned with a smug look on her face.
‘You’ll have to come back in half an hour. Mr Stickitt says he will need to make a few phone calls to check your credentials.
Mrs Miggins put her pen back into her bag.
‘Very well but I can assure you that everything is in order. I am the High Witch at the academy.’
‘That’s as maybe,’ sniffed the assistant. ‘But we have to check these things, we can’t go handing licences out willy nilly, or anyone could get one.’
Mrs Miggins led a very disappointed Molly out of the post office.
‘We may as well go for that mug of tea while we wait.’
Granny Whitewand smacked her lips. ‘Mmm,’
‘I don’t want tea, or cake, can I just have a walk around to look at the shops?’ asked Molly.
Mrs Miiggins nodded. ‘All right, Molly, but only for fifteen minutes. Meet us in the café. I’ll save you a bit of cake.’
*****
Molly wandered along the street looking into the shop windows. There wasn’t anything she was really interested in, she just didn’t like the idea of sitting in a stuffy café where old people would pat her on the head and call her, ‘cute.’

As she passed an alley at the side of the cycle shop she heard a ‘pssst,’ sound. She turned to find the wizard from the Magic Council appearing out of a cloud of mist.
Molly turned on her heels and began to hurry away. Whenever she saw the wizard he always wanted to give her a new task.
‘Molly Miggins, daughter of a witch,’ said a deep voice.
Molly tried to keep walking but her feet wouldn’t move. Eventually she gave up and turned back to the alleyway.
‘Yes, that’s me, but I don’t have time for any tasks at the moment, I’m getting my learner’s broom licence and Granny Whitewand is with mum in the café and…’
The wizard held up his hand for silence.
‘You will have time for this task. It shouldn’t take long… No more than an hour in fact.’
Molly wasn’t convinced.
‘No sulking dragons? No sniffing witches, no jelly ghosts?’
‘None of those things,’ agreed the wizard.
‘And I won’t have to go to the void again?’
‘Not this time. This is a nice easy task.’
Molly looked at the scroll in the wizards hands suspiciously.
‘What do you want me to do this time?’
‘The Magic Council merely require you to go somewhere and bring someone back with you.’
Molly’s suspicions were aroused again. She didn’t trust the wizard. Nothing was easy with him.
‘Where is somewhere, who am I bringing back and why can’t they come on their own?’ she asked.
‘So many questions,’ chucked the wizard. He held out the scroll to Molly. She took it reluctantly.
‘We are making an exchange with the Grey Academy on the edge of the void. All you will have to do is meet the girl at the Halfway house and bring her back with you. She can’t come on her own; she has to be accompanied through the portal. You will leave this package behind.’
The wizard handed Molly a sealed parcel.
Molly still wasn’t convinced.
‘Why me? Surely you have other witches who could do the job.’
‘You were chosen for the task, Molly Miggins. It’s as simple as that.’
Molly sighed. She knew it was a waste of time arguing.
‘So,’ she said. ‘All I have to do is go through a portal and bring back a junior witch. Does she know I’m coming?’
‘I didn’t say she was a junior witch but she knows you are coming and she will be at the Halfway House, waiting for you.’
Molly nodded. ‘Okay, I’ll go and get her. What’s her name and when do I leave?  Please don’t say it’s today, I have my first flying lesson.’
‘Tomorrow will be fine, Molly Miggins. Meet me at the park gates at nine o’clock in the morning. The girl’s name is Ameera. Meanwhile you can find out all you need to know about the Grey Academy from your Witcher computer program.’
The wizard smiled. ‘I think you’ll enjoy this task Molly Miggins. You’ll like Ameera. Now I’d better be off.’
‘Before you go, could you have a word with the people at the post office, please? They are being awkward about my flying licence.’
‘Are they indeed?’ said the wizard.
Molly nodded. ‘They say that I’m too young and Granny Whitewand is too old to teach me.’
The wizard marched across the road and stormed into the post office. A minute later he came out again.
‘I think you’ll find that your application was successful, Molly Miggins. Go and find your mother.’
The wizard vanished in a puff of smoke.

When Molly returned to the post office she found a very different atmosphere. The counter assistant couldn’t be more helpful. She had even filled in the rest of the form and all that was required to issue the licence was Granny Whitewand’ signature. The old witch signed it with a shaky hand. The assistant stamped the licence and handed it over to Molly.
‘We didn’t need to do a background check after all. A gentleman from the Magic Council came in and verified all the details. Please accept our apologies and tell the wizard that your form was processed without further delay. Mr Stickitt really doesn’t want to be turned into a purple slug.
Molly walked out of the post office with her licence held tightly in her hands. When she got outside she held it up in the air and shouted.
‘Look out birds. I’m on my way.’

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PostHeaderIcon Introduction to Magic Molly’s Christmas

This will probably end up being a short story or a short book. I haven’t decided yet.

Here’s the introduction.

Chapter One

‘Molly Miggins if you aren’t downstairs in five minutes flat you’ll find yourself on cleaning duty.’

Molly turned onto her back and studied the ceiling.

‘Molly Miggins…’

‘I’m already up,’ yelled Molly.

Mrs McCraggity’s head appeared round the bedroom door.

‘Don’t tell fibs young lady. Now hurry up, we’re going Christmas shopping today and I’ve got a lot to do before we set off.’

Molly leapt out of bed. How could she have forgotten? She rushed through to the bathroom and showered in record time. Four minutes and fifty-nine seconds later she presented herself at the breakfast table, hair dripping wet, with a sheet of paper in her hand containing her Christmas present list.

Molly studied the list while she ate her Wheaty Flakes.

•Mum. Something for her  hair… No! She always wears her witch’s hat. Maybe a witch’s diary with all  the year’s full moons in, or maybe a new winter scarf, or something else.

•Dad. A new pair of white  gloves for his magic act, his old ones have holes in. Maybe a new, yellow sparkly hat band for the top hat he does the rabbit tricks with. The one he has now is just boring grey.

•Mrs McCraggity. A new mug  to replace the one I broke when I practiced warming her tea up with a  microwave spell.

•Granny Whitewand. Some  green, gunky, face cream or some glue stuff for her teeth to stop them  rattling.

•Jenny. A Skeleton Bones, boy band CD.

•My cat, Mr Gladstone. A tweety  bird on a stick toy, or some catmint.

•Aunt Matilda.  A Skeleton Bones, boy band DVD.

•Aunt Matilda’s pet rat, Wilberforce.  A small box of cornflakes.

•Sally Slowspell at school.  A copy of the photograph I took of Henrietta Havelots when her spell  exploded in her face. Put it in a frame.

•Henrietta Havelots.  NOTHING!

•Security Parrot. Some  Millet, but I might melt some chocolate to cover it in if he’s good. BUT! I might try to make a spell that sticks him inside a cuckoo clock if he isn’t.

 

 

PostHeaderIcon Stanley Stickle Hates Homework competition results

The lucky winners of the 6 signed copies of Stanley Stickle Hates Homework have been drawn. They are:

Leslie Lordan, Geraldine Finnegan Gaul, Carol-Anne Rouse, Jo Skehan, Phyllis Fersuson, Chrissie Richardson.

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Interview with Trevor Forest on Pat McDermott’s Across the Plains of Shining Books blog. Win a copy of Peggy Larkin’s War

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Thanks for brightening my day.

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PostHeaderIcon Teaser. Stanley Stickle does NOT have a girlfriend

Abridged version of the first two chapters of Stanley Stickle does NOT have a Girlfriend.

Stanley has a bad day

‘You were so lucky being off sick Stanley, you missed the Big Test.’
Stanley smiled to himself. It hadn’t been easy but he had managed to get ill and take a fortnight off school. He turned to his best friend. ‘Was it really bad?’
‘Dreadful,’ said George, ‘the worst test ever.’
Stanley craned his neck to look over George’s shoulder. Then he turned and looked up the street the other way. ‘Hurry up bus,’ he muttered.
‘Looking for someone?’ asked George with a sly grin.
Stanley shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. ‘Me? No, just watching for the bus, that’s all.’
‘You seem very eager to get to school,’ said George. ‘Are you sure you’re not still poorly. Or are you just keen to see someone?’
Stanley wanted to say he was hoping NOT to see someone; someone like Soppy Sonia. Instead he just shook his head.  ‘Ah here it is now.’

When the bus pulled up at the stop the orderly queue suddenly exploded as twenty children leapt forward to try to get their favourite seat. George and Stanley normally sat near the back.
George managed to get on first. He hurtled down the aisle and threw himself into the window seat four rows from the back. Stanley got stuck behind Limping Liam who had to come to school with his foot in a plaster cast after breaking it when he accidentally kicked a goal post in football training. Stanley couldn’t work out how anyone could accidentally kick a goalpost. It’s not like you don’t know it’s there; it’s eight feet high and painted white.
Stanley shuffled down the bus behind Limping Liam wondering why everyone seemed to be grinning at him. When he was half way down the bus he found out as a soft voice called to him.
‘Sit here with me Stanley.’
Stanley groaned. Soppy Sonia must have got on the bus at an earlier stop.
‘I’ve saved you a seat Stanley.’ Sonia removed her bag from the seat next to her and patted it.
Stanley’s mind raced like a formula one car on a test track. ‘Er, sorry Sonia, I’ve got something to sort out with George.’ Stanley almost knocked Limping Liam into Sonia’s arms as he pushed past and hurled himself into his regular seat. He hoped George hadn’t seen the incident.
George had. ‘What did Soppy Sonia want?’
‘Um, she er, wants to know if I collect stamps,’ replied Stanley. ‘She’s brought her album to school or something. I’m not sure why she thought I’d be interested.’
George looked surprised. ‘Oh, I thought she was asking you to sit with her.’
Stanley forced a laugh. ‘Sit with Soppy Sonia, why would I want to do that?’
George smiled and looked out of the window.
At school, Stanley was first off the bus. He raced for the boy’s toilets and locked himself in a cubicle. After about five minutes there was a knock on the door. It was George.
‘Stanley?’
‘Yes?’
‘Why are you hiding?’
‘I’m not actually hiding, I er, I just don’t want someone to see me.’
‘That’s the same thing isn’t it?’
‘Similar,’ agreed Stanley.
‘Soppy Sonia’s telling everyone you’re her new boyfriend,’ whispered George.
‘She’s doing what?’
‘SOPPY SONIA IS TELLING… ‘
‘Okay, I heard,’ hissed Stanley. ‘No need to tell the world.’
‘I think the world knows about it already,’ said George. ‘She’s got a whole crowd of people around her in the playground. She was whispering to her friends about it while you were off sick, but no one believed her then.’
Stanley clicked the bolt back and came slowly out of the cubicle.
‘I’m finished,’ he said. ‘My life is over.’
‘What’s been going on?’ asked George. ‘Why is she saying that?’
Stanley’s shoulders slumped. ‘It’s a long story. She just got hold of the wrong end of the stick, that’s all. I’ll try to sort it out.’
‘You’d better hurry,’ said George. ‘Some of the girls are planning a wedding.’

Stanley’s day got worse when he found out that he had to take the Big Test after all. Mr Strap, his form teacher, called him out to the front of the class after registration.
‘Stanley you are to go to hall and wait for Mrs Crochet. She will supervise you while you do the test. You can resume your normal lessons when you finish.’
Stanley was appalled.
‘But, but, I haven’t had to extra homework to help prepare for it like everyone else.’
Mr Strap was unsympathetic. ‘Would you like some extra homework Stanley, I can arrange it?’
Stanley thought about it for ten millionths of a second and shook his head. He hated homework even more than big tests.
Mrs Crochet, the music teacher, was waiting for him when he entered the hall. She had set up a desk and chair at the front of the room facing the stage.
‘Hello Stanley, aren’t you a lucky boy? You almost missed out on this.’
Stanley mumbled something about winning the lottery and slumped down in the chair. Mrs Crochet placed a wad of paper, held together with a staple, upside down on the desk. ‘Don’t look so dejected Stanley, there are only six sheets and you’ve got ninety minutes to do it.’
Stanley thought pile of papers looked about the same size as a phone book.
At 9 30 Mrs Crochet pressed a button on the clock on her desk and told Stanley he could turn over the test paper. ‘You are not allowed to leave the room or talk to anyone while you are sitting the exam,’ she warned.
Stanley looked around the empty hall. Talk to who?
Stanley turned over the paper and wrote his name on the top of the top sheet. His eyes skimmed the first question. It was about a girl called Cherry who had fifteen apples and gave some of them to a friend called Clementine.
He stuck his chin in his hands. Was this maths or cookery? Stanley worked through the questions quickly. He was quite clever in a lazy sort of way. After an hour he had almost finished but he didn’t want to go back to his usual lesson until he had worked out a plan to deal with Soppy Sonia.
It had all seemed such a brilliant idea at the time. Stanley had agreed to give Soppy Sonia a thirty-second kiss and be her boyfriend in the hope of catching chickenpox because he wanted to miss the big test. It had all backfired. He didn’t even catch chickenpox. His horrible sister, Stacey, had given him scarlet fever instead.
Stanley’s eyes suddenly lit up. That was it; scarlet fever! He already had a plan. A wonderful plan, a plan so magnificent it would go down in history as the plan that made all other plans seem puny. If only he could remember what it was? Stanley had thought up the big plan between bouts of being sick and taking medicine to bring his temperature down. He had written it down on a bit of tissue paper and hidden it somewhere in his room. Stanley racked his brains but couldn’t remember where
He finished the test, handed the paper to Mrs Crochet and walked back to his class with a smile on his face. Hidden somewhere in his room was the mega-plan that would rid him of Soppy Sonia forever. All he had to do was find it.

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Stanley Stickle does NOT have a girlfriend is now sitting under the watchful gaze of my fab editor Maureen Vincent-Northam. He is also on the desk of my lovely cover artist, Marie Fullerton, so watch this space. Stanley could be with you sooner than you think.

PostHeaderIcon Fab new Magic Molly review

Fabulous review of Magic Molly book one The Mirror Maze by the fantastic Mother-Daughter book review website.  http://motherdaughterbookreviews.com/book-review-magic-molly-the-mirror-maze-by-trevor-forest/

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Fabulous new review of The Wishnotist from Rachel Dove’s Frustrated Yucky Mummy blog. http://bit.ly/QKrjJA

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

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

 

PostHeaderIcon 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

PostHeaderIcon 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. Read the rest of this entry »

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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.’ Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Clarissa Crumb, Changeling. The Prologue

The following text has not been edited and is liable to change without further notice.

CLARISSA CRUMB
CHANGELING

Prologue

Do you believe in fairies? I don’t mean those itty-bitty things with tiny gossamer wings and sparkly wands that spend all their days sitting on toadstools looking cute. I mean proper fairies. The fairies that live in the forest, the fairies that can do real magic, like change themselves into a bird, a cat, or a hedgehog. The fairies that are able to disguise themselves as something innocent looking, like plant pots or buckets. The kind of fairy that doesn’t like humans much and disappear when we come clomping through the trees in our clompy boots. They probably don’t disappear to be honest; they probably just change themselves into a squirrel, or a nut, or something. Read the rest of this entry »

PostHeaderIcon Clarissa Crumb Chaper One.

Chapter One

The Crumb family seemed, from the outside at least, to be a normal sort of family. They lived in a normal sized house on a normal sort of street. If you looked through the normal looking bay window you would see a normal looking lounge with a normal looking TV, a normal looking sofa and a normal looking goggle-eyed goldfish swimming around a normal looking plastic castle in a normal-looking fish tank.
Indeed, everything about the Crumbs appeared to be normal; even their daughter, Clarissa. In reality though Clarissa was anything but normal; she was a changeling, a fairy child that had been swapped for a human baby in the middle of the night.
Not that the Crumbs or even Clarissa, knew that. On the surface she seemed to be just like every other little girl on the street. She didn’t like Brussels sprouts, but then which little girl did?
It’s not fair to say that the Crumbs didn’t have any feelings for their daughter, they did, sort of. It was just that Mrs Crumb had this nagging feeling that things weren’t quite as they should be.

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PostHeaderIcon Lovely review of The Wishnotist by Isabelle aged 9

The Wishnotist by Trevor Forest, reviewed by Isabelle, aged 9

I really loved this story. The main message was to be careful what you wish for, and I enjoyed reading about all the children’s wishes and how they went wrong. I thought the story was really entertaining and I couldn’t wait to keep reading on to see what happened. My favourite part was when the main character, Jack, made his wish. I think all my friends would like this book as well, and I’m going to take it into school and ask my teacher to read it to us all.

Thank you Isabelle.

PostHeaderIcon Another sneaky peek at Magic Molly book 4 The Halfway House

Chapter Two

An hour later, Molly and a now wide-awake Granny Whitewand, climbed into Mrs Miggins car and they set off for the post office.
Granny Whitewand looked at Molly and smacked her lips. ‘I wouldn’t mind a nice hot mug of tea while we’re in town.’
‘You had four cups for breakfast, Granny.’ Molly was amazed that anyone could drink so much tea.
‘They were little cups,’ said the old witch. ‘I’m awake now, I need a proper drink.’
Molly frowned. ‘We need to get back as soon as I get my licence so we can start my flying lessons.’
Mrs Miggins laughed. ‘Granny Whitewand loves her tea, Molly. We’ll go to that little café opposite the post office. They do lovely cakes there. You have the rest of the day to practice flying.’
Molly put her elbows on her lap and stuck her chin in her hands. ‘If she can stay awake long enough between cups of tea,’ she muttered.  Granny Whitewand was very old and she needed a lot of what she called ‘forty winks’. Molly knew she needed a lot more than forty, she counted them once, when Granny Whitewand was asleep in her chair and gave up at nine hundred.
Mrs Miggins parked up in the car park behind the post office and helped Granny Whitewand out of the car. Molly ran in front and held the shop door open. Read the rest of this entry »

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For ages 6+

Artwork by Marie Fullerton

When Faylinn Frost is woken up in the middle of the night by a fairy tapping on her bedroom window she thinks she is dreaming. The fairy turns out to be very real however, and she begs Faylinn for help. The fairy kingdom of Coldhaven is under attack from the evil Nathaniel and his creature, Sniffle. Nathaniel is capturing fairies and harvesting their magic dust to sell to the greedy people of the south lands. He has taken so much golden dust that the fairies can’t make
enough magic to control the weather and Coldhaven is warming up.
The Fairy Queen has already moved north to find colder weather and if winter doesn’t return soon, the Ice Elves and Snow Fairies will have to follow her. The remaining fairies are convinced that Faylinn Frost can find a way to defeat Nathaniel and return Coldhaven to winter. Faylinn isn’t sure, but she is determined to do all she can to help.

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Here’s a lovely new review for Faylinn Frost and the Snow Fairies. thank you, Shani and daughter.
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Here’s a couple of Magic Molly fans, Jasmine chose Magic Molly to take to school on World Book Day. Millie wants to read all the Magic Molly books.

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We have just received ad Fab new review of Magic Molly From Favourite Books Reviews.

You can read it here.
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Reviewed by Annamaria Farbizio for Readers’ Favorite

Magic Molly: Book One The Mirror Maze” by Trevor Forest is the charming story of a young witch and her adventures. When Molly’s mother and father disappear after a magic trick they are performing goes wrong, Molly is given an opportunity to become a witch a year ahead of her tenth birthday. They have gone into a void where failed magic tricks go, but there are glimpses that they are still alive. When a mysterious wizard gives Molly the chance to become a witch and gain magical powers, she takes that chance even though she is told she only has twelve hours to find her parents and bring them back. If she fails she might never see them again. Along the way to receiving her powers, she gets to choose a fashionable, nontraditional, bright-yellow witch’s outfit complete with slightly bent witch’s hat. Instead of choosing a reliable, but snooty, French wand, she chooses the slightly faulty Wonky wand. Molly’s choices are really quite unique at every step of the story. Will Molly be able to make her way through the maze with Wonky’s help and save her parents in time? Will her memory-challenged grandmother ever remember her name and stop calling her Millie? Will snooty Henrietta Havelots who has bought her way into the witch’s academy get her comeuppance?

Written in a very engaging style with sparkling humor and a huge dose of imagination, “Magic Molly: Book One The Mirror Maze” by Trevor Forest tells us how a young girl comes into her own as a full-fledged witch. Our young heroine is empowered to take action to get her parents back. Witches and wizards have been a popular topic in children’s literature since the advent of Harry Potter. Rather than offer a formulaic approach, this great book is filled with well-thought-out, engaging characters, and surprising plot twists. This is a wonderfully written page-turning story that kids will love. They’ll look forward with anticipation for the next book in the ‘Magic Molly’ series since the book ends on a cliffhanger. I’m looking forward to reading the next book too!

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Stanley Stickle Hates Homework ebook is now FREE on Smashwords. Any ebook format.  Use code MX49S
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