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My name is Tiffany Sparrow and my job is to slay spooks. It can be messy work, but I enjoy it. Mostly. I get to do a lot of travelling which is fun, but often just to crumbling tombs and spidery cellars. My mum was a slayer too; and so was my grandmother. I miss them terribly. They were killed, you see, by Grimdorf the warlock, so now there's only me and my old grandad left. But the word on Voodoo street is... GRIMDORF'S BACK And he's brought a few of his pals with him.

'WONDERFUL PENMANSHIP' Tons of Fun

'Tiffany is the sort of girl every girl wants to be. Cool, funny and a...

The year is 1870. Major Tor, a mercenary and deadly sniper, is called from battle to stop Locust, a SWARM assassin who is plotting to murder the King of Sweden.

From the rubble and watery craters of France to the shadowy corridors of Stockholm's old castle, Tor must discover who the assassin is and put a stop to his, or her plan to throw a country into a barbaric and bloody war.

Accompany him if you dare into a world of bayonets and bullets, where the enemy's sword is forever chasing your shadow.

But remember this, when you hunt assassins...

...trust nobody.

TOR ASSASSIN HUNTER is...

THE HUNTER

Sinjin Fury, a power-crazy wizard with a horrifying army of VERY crazy Glumsnappers.

THE HUNTED

Simon Spittle, a Star Trek-obsessed loner with the IQ of a chemistry professor, the temper of a monster with tooth rot and the gift to kill with a wish.

HIS PROTECTOR

Isabella, a street-wise Seeker who knows Simon's the key to, well, SAVING THE WORLD

The follow-up to the fantastic I THINK I MURDERED MISS

'Sweet, funny and totally unputdownable.' YA Book News

WINNER OF THE 2014 UK PEOPLE'S BOOK PRIZE

My name is Simon Spittle and I think - no, I know, I murdered Miss Belcher. I don't carry a gun. Or a knife. Or even a toothpick, but yesterday, in French, I wished for her to be run over by a bus and, later that very day, she was. A big, red double-decker with yellow wheels and a picture of a clown on the bonnet. A Billy Smart's Circus bus.

Simon is very different to Isabella. He is all elbowy and clumsy. She, on the other hand, is elegant and cool. He's the school chess champ and has the IQ of a chemistry professor. She thinks flowers grow...

"If you don't go, Felicity; if you don't get Articulus back, there will be a terrible war in this land." The gargoyle rested his claw on her shoulder. "Galibrath left the book to you and now it is up to you to find it and return it to The Wishing Shelf. Remember, in the wrong hands it could destroy...everything."

'The story telling skills of J K Rowling and the wit of Roald Dahl.' Bookbuzz

'Spellbinding ' Kicks4kidz

'Charming Made me wish I was young so I could find a magic bookshop of my own.' Kidsbookshelf

'A fantasitc adventure.' Teanreads

'Brilliant ' SciFi Books

'A delightfully sweet rhyming story.' Best Books For Kids

Panthers CHEW on spider leg STEW, alligators CHOMP on frogs in a SWAMP, dogs GOBBLE puddings that WOBBLE and cows SLURP and always BURP.

'A wonderfully witty story from the wonderfully witty Billy Bob Buttons.' The Independent

BILLY BOB BUTTONS WAS THE WINNER OF THE UK PEOPLE'S BOOK PRIZE (CHILDREN'S CATEGORY)

"The Wishing Shelf is not just a magic bookshop, and it is not just the doorway to hundreds of magical lands; it is, most importantly, the prison to the most powerful and dangerous book ever penned." Galibrath Falafel, Wizard

'Down some steps, below a crumbling bridge, sits a scruffy old bookshop.'

Let the struggle begin.

The day Felicity Brady discovers The Wishing Shelf, a magic bookshop in the small town of Twice Brewed, is the day her life is altered forever.

A helpful clock and a mulish door...

'Kids will love it. Dads, not so much.' Story Box

Ralph's woken up and wants to play. But Daddy's still snoring in his bed.

NO PROBLEM

With the help of his trumpet, a very smelly nappy and three spiders in a box, Daddy will soon be

WIDE AWAKE

My body is not the body I had before I travelled to China. Teeth now crowd my jaw, I can spot deer from half a mile away, and to me, the tiny feet of mice no longer patter, they boom like trampling elephants. I am changing. A volcano of fury is stirring, trapped only by the thinnest crust of skin and willpower. The spirit of the hamrammr is in my blood...

EVIL BECKONS

'A jaw-dropping, cracker of a book.' Eclipse Magazine