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IT'S THE ULTIMATE CORPORATE TAKEOVER . . .

A long-held wish, a forbidden magic spell and a kidnapping propel 10-year-old James Bell and his family into an adventure beyond belief. At the moment of the lunar eclipse on the stroke of midnight the World is to be sold. Armed with only the power of his imagination and the contents of his money box, James must challenge the greed of the mighty Bogus Corporation, a sinister bank and the mysterious Gnomes of Zurich in a race against time to stop the sale and prevent the destruction of childhood.
[Fairy Story] "will make you wish you could go back to the magical time of childhood where anything is possible, as it surely is in this book." Masquerade Crew [4-Star] Review.

"An incredible story. Such an interesting world to dive into, with great twists and turns. A mesmerizing read for young and old." Amazon Reader [5-Star] Review.

"Clearly recognizable strands from many familiar stories deftly woven into a new presentation of sin, bravery, adventure, greed and fear. The modern world of Area 51, cell phones, jets and missiles is mixed with Cinderella almost seamlessly. Like all good stories, a basic morality carries the protagonists down their allotted path to an age-old predictable end (which all good stories do). An end for all with another chapter tantalizingly around the corner." Amazon Reader [5 Star] Review.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Area 51



Dorothy immediately insisted that she and James speak privately with the President, and once Worboys and the others had left the Oval Office the first thing she said was, “Don’t worry, Mister President, they can’t hear a word we’re saying.”
President Newcombe grinned. It was amazing. He could hear Dorothy quite clearly. What he wouldn’t have given to see the look on Worboys’ face as he discovered that his electronic bugs were useless.
“This office is at your disposal, Madam. What can I do for you?”
“We don’t have much time, Mister President, so now would be a good moment to talk about Area Fifty One.”
President Newcombe struggled to conceal his shock and surprise. The trillion dollar super-secret research site at Groom Lake, Nevada, was investigating a mysterious phenomenon. So secret was the research that, over the past few decades, cleverly-crafted rumours about its activities had been circulated, until today the internet was jam-packed with blogs from people convinced that Area 51 investigated UFOs and alien encounters.
The President allowed himself a smile. He never ceased to be amazed at what some people would believe.
“What about it?” he asked cautiously.
“I mention it merely to establish my credentials,” said Dorothy. “Groom Lake is one of many portals between your world and mine. Fairyland.”

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Hummingbird


President Newcombe snapped off the TV in the White House Oval Office.
“Jumpin’ Jehosophat,” he said, “buyers for the World are coming out of the woodwork. Pandemonium Inc. sound like people we could do business with. But who’s this James Bell guy?”
CIA Director Webster busily examined his fingernails. He’d broken a lot of bad news to Presidents over the years, but never anything like this. But, he reminded himself, the truth was the truth.
“He’s ten years old. Lives in Daisy Cottage.”
President Newcombe laughed. “Well that’s okay. I’m sure we can persuade a kid to see things our way.”
“I’m serious, Mister President.”
Across the Oval Office, Secretary of Defence Worboys looked up from the glossy brochure he was reading and nodded gravely. Secretary of State Gladhand and Global Monetary Fund Chairman Greenback were also wearing their most serious expressions.
President Newcombe studied the men’s faces and stopped laughing. They were right. This could be tricky. Foreign dictators were easy to deal with. A bag of gold or the promise of a glitzy new uniform usually did the trick. But a kid? They could be unpredictable, uncompromising and difficult to reason with.