Whisker nervously clutched a rusty green scissor sword in his trembling paws. Opposite him, Ruby stared back with a confident smirk on her face and a scarlet scissor sword in each paw. It was late afternoon and there had been no further signs of the Cat Fish. Whisker had s...
Fallen stones and stagnant puddles covered the rough, stone floor. Silently, the Pie Rats pressed on, arriving at three arched doorways. Eaton lit his lantern and flipped open its mirrored sides, bathing the entire passage in light. ‘More symbols,’ ...
An icy wind howled from the east. The ocean frothed and foamed. A small, two-masted ship ploughed through the crashing waves. Her course was straight. Her sails were full. The black-furred rat behind the wheel adjusted his soggy eye patch and checked the compass. &nb...
As the morning wore on, Smudge returned from his surveillance operation with several interesting developments to report. The Sea Dogs had left the island some time ago with nothing but a large piece of driftwood, relying solely on paddle power to get them to the neighbouri...