Rock Hollow

‘It was a large heavy silver and ancient-looking key. It was the sort of key that opened a treasure chest or unlocked doors to secret chambers.’There is nothing exciting about young Victoria Plant’s life. But this is all about to change with the finding of an old key. The key unlocks the door to a secret and supernatural world. Victoria encounters the wicked Count De Ville and his faithful black cat; they are as old as the hills and transcend time to bring about the end of what still remains of the Rock Hollow clan. Can Victoria help to defeat the dastardly army of fiends before it is too late?Bittersweet and thought-provoking Rock Hollow is set in 1976 on the high moorlands that surround the small Yorkshire village of Riddleshaw. The book follows the awakening of differences, experienced by a young autistic girl. Victoria’s journey is enlightening, sometimes sad and more than often amusing.

The Power Of Rhyme

Lee knew the answer to his dad’s medical condition was somehow connected to the bedtime stories he had read to him. Now he and Lyndsay had made it back safely from the deserted island with the help of Mother Nature and one of the trade winds they were on the brink of solving the mystery. All they have to do is return to the moon and outwit Titch, the troublesome witch, with the help of Mervin the Magic Moose and Desmond the Duck.

The Last Survivor

The astonishing tale of Spottedfur the Wildfire Cat begins with Survivor Clan, Windwarrior, Ricky, Saphi, and Freya.

Adventure through a world where conch horns blow, there is no time for speeches, and the armies of Windwarrior and Survivor Clan start silently forward. Take a stand alongside them as dawn rises on a new world, where heroic friendship and action-packed tragedy break through to a new beginning...

‘Suddenly, a horn rang out over the treetops. It was a distress signal from Survivor Camp! They were in trouble...’

‘We must fight...Who will stand?’ For a moment, silence, then a lone voice called, ‘I will stand...’

‘Spottedfur heard a soft tapping. She looked over to the window, and there perched a blue jay, its beak tapping, tapping, tapping against the window frame. Spottedfur smiled...’

‘Violence is rarely the answer,’ he would say, ‘but when it is it, my sweet little cat, fight with everything you have...’