She heard voices and glanced around. There was a large metal-framed cart parked against the wall, filled with laundry. It was nighttime; if she was seen, she would be asked what she was doing there, and probably why she was wearing an old-fashioned dress. She didn’t want to waste time with that k...
Wiseman by the front gates of the school and, after a quick head count, set off to the Underground station for the field trip to the Globe Theatre. Half an hour and one change of trains later they came out of Mansion House station and set off across Southwark Bridge to the south bank of the Thame...
Branwen took two swift steps and grasped the hilt of her knife, still jutting from between the ribs of her last victim. It would not come loose easily, so she pressed her foot down on the carcass and pulled to rip it free. She moved back to be near the others, her eyes flickering from wolf to wol...
Their sleep was as deep as ever and nothing she did came close to rousing them. But before she set off to follow Michael’s instructions, she was determined to make sure they were as comfortable as possible. She knelt at Rathina’s head, smoothing her hair back off her face, gazing fondly at her. “...
They saw no trace of the things that had disturbed them in the night. The land was barren and raw, as if the soil and crust of the country had been stripped back to reveal its bare bones. There were no trees now, the only living things were wind-torn scrub and bracken, and sharp-edged grasses tha...
complained Rathina. “Not if you want to get somewhere fast,” said Tania. “And we do. We’re on a really tight deadline, Rathina.” “Aye, indeed, but it will take much effort to accustom myself to the noise, sister.” They had found themselves a double seat in a crowded car near the front of the trai...
Blodwedd crouched on a high boulder at her back, knees splayed, shoulders hunched, and head low—more frog than owl at that moment. She had already heard the tale, and she was more relieved that Branwen had survived the ordeal than she was astonished by the nature of the task that the Mount...
She sat upright, gasping for breath. Sharp, thin lines of light shone at the edges of the curtains that covered her window. She was fully dressed, save for shoes, and she was in her bed under a thin white duvet patterned with pink roses. The Faerie part of her had come alive again—and she ...