The shower of flaming arrows had slowed, leaving charred patches of stone. She picked her way across the courtyard towards the kitchen, skirting boulders and taking care to avoid the smouldering piles of ashes as the last of the arrows burned down. ...
He was still kneeling before the Queen, with his head bowed, and he expected at any moment to feel the cool steel blade at his neck. It would be quick, he hoped, swallowing over the lump in his throat, tears pricking his eyes. ‘The court minstrel is insisting on seeing you, ma’am.’ What? Alistair...
‘How many times do I have to tell you to cover your mouth when you yawn?’ ‘Sorry,’ said the crocodile. He swam closer to the edge of the moat, where Tommy was kneeling, frozen to the spot. After a sly glance at Lil, he opened his mouth again. ‘Muuuuuurp.’ ‘And when you burp,’ the cat added sternl...
Here they were, traveling undetected through Gerander—perhaps under the very feet of the Sourian army! But as they moved further and further into the close confines of the tunnel, Alistair couldn’t help but feel an invisible weight pressing down on him. Even though he was able to stand without di...
He had breakfast in front of the television, but switched it off even before seeing if The Daring Dynamo managed to escape the clutches of the dastardly Count Crustaceous. This was one morning when Ernie definitely did not want to be late. He brushed his teeth, said goodbye to his parents, then p...
Passing a scruff laundromat—number 30— he stopped outside a florist—number 34. Looking behind him, he saw that he’d walked right past a vacant-looking shop. On closer inspection, Ernie noticed that the shop’s shabby brown door had the number 32 stencilled on it in small, neat letters. He tried to...
GOOD LUCK !’ Everyone at Flamant Castle had poured out of the castle gate to see off the knights. Tommy waved until her arm hurt, then leaned against the railing of the bridge and watched till the knights were out of sight. Sir Walter the Bald, the nobleman who owned Flama...
His arm was healing well and Misaki told me he only wore a light bandage under the sleeve of his kimono. I bowed. ‘Would you like some tea, sir?’ ‘No, thank you. I just came to deliver this to Misaki.’ He held up a letter. His wife brightened. ‘Is it from —’ ‘It’s from Rin-san.’ I stiffened. ‘Fro...