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‘The Tale of The Magic Mole and More’ is the third sequel to ‘The Tale of Greta Gumboot and Other Stories’, a collection of illustrated children's magical adventure stories about witches, wizards, dragons, fairies, talking animals and more. There’s also a selection of brand new rhyming stories in the collection. There's even a new Epheline Story. In case you don't remember, He’s a very magical animal who is part cat, part elephant, particularly cute, furry and purple as they come. The tales make great bedtime stories for kids. The book is aimed at boys and girls ranging in age from 5 to 8 though younger and older children can still enjoy the stories and rhymes.

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“Ok,” said Greta, raising her hands in the air “here goes.” “Mole of the earth, open your eyes. Search your way through our wood, and hear my voice try, To summon you here, to where I now stand, Please pause from destroying, our lovely land. For I ask that we talk. And discuss our wood. Perhaps we could be friends, if we just understood.”

For a moment nothing happened, but then they heard something. It was the popping sound of approaching mole hills. They were moving at super speed towards them and getting louder as it did so.

A trail of progressively bigger molehills shot up to the side of the stone around the pool. Then the three friends got a surprise. A tiny little mole, no bigger than a kitten came flying out of the final hill, jumping high in the air and landing on the stone beside them. He was cute, with white silky fur, which sparkled with glittery, white brilliance. Was this really a dark creature?”

“What do you want, lady?” he asked Greta, in his squeaky, little voice. “I got a lot of work to be on with.” “Wuff wuff wuff,” said Wilfred “wooof wooof!” “No,” said Geoffrey “it’s not a baby rabbit, Wilfred. And I don’t think he wants a pair of stilts, at present.” “You callin’ me short, woofy boy?” said the mole, shaking a fist. “Wuff.” replied Wilfred, cowering back and covering his eyes. “Ok,” smiled the mole. “But don’t say it again.”

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'The Tale of The Magic Mole and More' contains the following collection of magical stories and rhymes:

Stories:

• The Tale of The Magic Mole
• Tobi, Mollie and The River Between Worlds
• Mr Bumble and the Magic Pool
• The Tale of Cerys Telling and The Yellow Bus
• Daniel’s Day of Magic
• Smitten The Kitten and The Fairy Fun Fair
• Moona and The Talent Show
• The Mystery of The Bonfire Ghost
• The Land of Buttons and Milk
• Holly and The Winter Match
• Lucy and The Christmas Bear

Rhyming stories:

• The Adventure of Garry The Gobble
• Spotty Backwing
• Skybear and The Moon
• The Epheline and The Fizzle Fairy
• Princess Purdy’s Birthday Cake
• Eddie and The Biscuit Mines
• Sydney The Super Hedgehog
• Pudding Land
• The Bear With the Magical Stone

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'The Composer': In a world where music is the essence of magic, twelve-year-old Albert Coalcrop is pulled from his simple country life into the war against a dark master musician. Albert‘s a very special boy, armed with a silver instrument. Silver instruments are a very rare breed. He is the composer and he must save the land of Arkvein from being transformed by the darkest song of them all...(for ages 9+)

Book Extract

Albert had finally reached his limit. From his trouser pocket he took out the only thing of value that he had ever owned, his grandfather’s silver fire whistle. The old man had made very little use of it himself and had- for some reason- preferred to whistle a tune on his lips alone. Albert hadn’t been able to bring himself to use it much either, since his grandfather’s death. It had been five long, hard years without the dear old man. He had loved his grandfather so much that without him life would never be quite the same. They had been the very best of friends, spending all their time together. They loved fishing in the valley river and going for picnics on the hillside. Albert knew nothing of his grandfather’s youth and he hadn’t even known his grandmother. She had died before he was born. The boy so wished that he’d known her too. If they lived past tonight then he’d have to pry a little more information free from his father and mother. Robert Coalcrop hadn’t been willing to talk much about his father since the old man’s death. He had been beyond upset at the funeral, even more upset than his young son had been. Emily had barely been one year old at the time. Albert could only imagine what it would have been like to lose his own father. Hopefully he would not have to find out. He had always kept the whistle close as a reminder of the dear old man he had loved so much. Albert had loved using it to make hot toast when he was little. As the boy put the whistle to his lips his mother saw what he was doing. She looked horrified, yet did not try to stop him. Mr. Coalcrop noticed too. The man opened his mouth to speak but then paused. He shivered as he slowly reached out his hand to Albert, like he was trying to reassure him. The Coalcrop family had been lucky so far, except for grandpa, bless his soul, none of them had ever had a direct encounter with the wraiths. If they had then it was doubtful that they would be alive today. Grandpa Coalcrop had been the wraiths’ first victim in the Northern Valley. There had been none of the demons before that very day. They had appeared as if by magic. Albert blew sharply on the little silver whistle, with all his might. The smouldering embers of the fire flared up into roaring life. It was truly winter now and the half starved family were near frozen. His little sister Emily wasn’t going to last the night without the heat of a fire. Although his parents were horrified at his actions, they didn’t disagree with them. Unbeknown to Albert, his father had been almost ready to say the word and let him light the fire. Another ten minutes and they would all have been in total agreement. After a few sore moments and exchanged glances, they now were.

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'Water Angels': When on holiday in Switzerland, David and his twin sister Mary think nothing can go wrong. Pulled deep into the depths of a mountain pool by mysterious forces, they find themselves in a magical underwater realm with danger lurking and ready to strike. The kidnapping is just the beginning. Things can get a lot worse yet...

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David wasn’t used to all this swimming so was rather tired. They were about a quarter of a kilometre along the tunnel. Angela looked into David’s darkening eyes and saw not just physical tiredness, but great anxiety and mental strain taking its toll. “You are concerned about your sister” she said taking his hand. She led him into an alcove at the side of the cave. “This unfamiliar way of movement cannot be aiding your mood either” “I’m fine.” said David, trying to pull away. “Let’s keep going.” but Angela held tight, wearing the most reassuring of faces. “Rest David.” Marina said with great concern. “No honestly” said David, “I’m fine. Let’s keep going.” “David” Angela said, with a hint of frustration, “You must rest or you will be of no use to any of us.” David Tried to pull away again but Angela wouldn’t let him. “I have to save her.” he said with grave concern in his eyes, “Before it’s too late.” “Exactly” said Angela, “And if you rest, then we may yet succeed” “But we don’t have time.” David said, rubbing an eye with his free hand. “I believe our fairy friend can speed up the process” Angela smiled. “Can you, Marina?” asked David, A spark of hope in his eyes. “Sit.” said the little water fairy. David let himself go and drifted to the cave floor, where he rested against the warm stone wall. It seemed surprisingly comfortable as he shut his eye’s and drifted to sleep. The cave was filled with rippling waves of light as the little creature giggled, weaving a thread of her finest enchantments. David awoke totally, blissfully relaxed and with feelings of great joy and peace resonating through him. He opened his eyes gently to find Angela and Marina floating above him, watching over him, bathed in fairy light. He wondered why he never noticed it before, the strange, serene beauty, which Angela possessed. The title of angel he thought quite suited her. “David awake.” Marina called joyously. “Indeed.” said Angela, with a slight twitch of a smile. David shook himself free of the trance and propelled himself up to join them. “Thank you Marina” he said gratefully, “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had” “Only a minute.” smiled marina. “What?” said a stunned David, “What do you mean?” “Our little friend means that you were asleep for but a few moments, luckily for our quest.”

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