Here it is, the cover for my print edition!
Initially, I will be having 100 printed for friends, family, bloggers and 30 children between the ages of 13 to 17 from various schools in Montreal for review. Also, several children in England will be receiving a copy and asked to provide their views.
Book two is underway, and here is a sneak peek of the opening chapter…
The Steeple Snoring Post Office door flew open and Mrs Roundtree bustled in.
“They’ve found that Jenkins boy in the woods! He’s been eaten!” The Post Office fell silent. A dozen ordinarily gray faces turned white; a baby cried.
“How, why?” asked the Post Master. “It’s been three weeks since he went missing.” All eyes turned to Mrs Roundtree who, having run, or more likely waddled down the High Street, was now being comforted by her husband Kenneth from his mobility scooter. She gripped the edge of a counter tightly, her face the colour of rhubarb. She wheezed, inhaled deeply and took hold of her husband’s outstretched hand.
“Sergeant Sloth says…” she sniffed and looked skyward, before continuing, “he says…A sounder of wild boars ate him!” With that, she burst into a flood of tears and sat on her husband who emitted a mournful cry.
“She means a pack,” said Mrs Hoploosely nodding shrewdly, before marching over to comfort them.
“Are we safe?” asked a very small man in a trilby hat reaching up to look out of the casement window. When several customers joined him, he made for the door.
“Excuse me, but you look strangely familiar.” Standing in the doorway looking at the little man was Mrs Hoploosley.
“Oi don’t tink so, oim jist passin’ through ta village,” said the little man pulling his trilby down across his face and ducking under Mrs Hoploosley’s closed umbrella. Exiting the Post Office, the little man walked briskly down the High Street…