Sandy asks the Russian Princess the one question she's not supposed to: Why do you sleep?For the princess and her siblings are cursed to sleep endlessly, ruling through the granting of magical swan feathers that lead to an answer. And so Sandy is led from her life in Victorian London to one of mystical lakes and swan maidens – yet discovering the curse's source could result in her own death

Visiting a troubled Jerusalem, schoolgirl Lillianne Pine (Lil) finds she's increasingly drawn to Harry, a young British Army Captain, after meeting a mysterious boy in white linen.Stranger still is her sighting of a gorgeous unicorn, which passes unmolested through crowded streets as if invisible to everyone but herself and a few others.The recently-ended Great War has flooded the city with guns, and a clash of religious festivals previously controlled by thousands of Turkish...

Am I an angel?Certainly, the Novices and Sisters of the Nuns of the Clouds don’t think so.Where are my wings? they wonder.Can an angel lie so close to death?What is an angel anyway?How can I persuade them that I’ve simply lost my grace?And how can I live with myself as the Novices suffer so much?

Thousands of years ago, the Ice Tzarina was about to conquer the whole earth – until magical charms forced her back to the far north. Now winters are growing increasingly cold once more. Pira fears for her friends: a rabbit, Philly; a goose, Freda; and Penne, a donkey. They warn her to beware; when icy air sparkles like captured stars, then the Ice Tzarina is close by.

Coming across a magically whirling spinning wheel in a wood’s clearing, Beith pricks herself upon a splinter; and instantly forgets why she’s here.Wandering, lost, ever deeper into the valley, Beith’s efforts to remember are either helped or hindered by the otherworldly inhabitants.But the Fairy Queen has stolen the boy who’d arranged to meet Beith; and she has no intention of ever returning him.

Like her brothers and sisters, Miri the church mouse needs to sleep over winter.But she's heard of Christmas…A simply told picture book

To bring the war against the Northern Kingdom to an end, Pharaoh’s daughter Herit is to be married to the Pharaoh of the South.And yet, when a boat crewed by animal-headed men is sent to take her up the Nile, her father insists that the untrustworthy Gebelen accompanies her.He’s only interested in uncovering secrets.And to learn the secret of eternal life, he’s prepared to sacrifice even Herit…

As a Wé Nun, Gytha has been raised to aid the transformation of warriors into wolves, bears and boars.She lingers on the borders between the realms, ensuring the darkness doesn't completely overwhelm the battling men.But the Caress is forever whispering to her, coaxing her into using her powers for her own ends.And when she completely slips over the border, the lure of the darkness is more powerful than ever…

Soon Andraetra will be a privileged Gorgesque: half her face exchanged with that of a hideous person, to share the burden and ensure she recognises the truth that she can never be wholly good. But her ‘intended’ Courundia abducts Andraetra, hoping to reveal the lies surrounding her fiancé’s return to life after dying in the revolution. All that’s revealed, however, is that no one knows the truth.

There's something magic inside us all – and it's trying to get out!The rules of chance, even physical laws, are breaking down.The time of magic is returning.And Bethlehem Jones finds she's sharing her body with Lynese, an unpredictable water-sprite entrapped within one of her ancestors in an ancient war.Hell-bent on restarting that war, bigger, more powerful magical spirits are attempting to break free of their own human confinement.Can Beth use Lynese's...

She’s in an Otherworld.I’m the weird girl.You know; the one every kid in class avoids, just in case what I’ve got is catching.Not that I care.See, there are worlds other than this one.Worlds we pass on to when we die.Worlds, even, where we exist before we’re even born.They’re the worlds of the Nyxt.And, if I don’t handle things right, they’re about to declare war on the living.

Melodien isn't her real name; because no one knows her real name, not even Melodien.She was washed up on the island's beach, as if from a shipwreck – even though there'd been no shipwreck for months.And anyone who saw her had to agree: there'd never been a more beautiful creature on God's earth.Bewitching, entrancing – and she can talk to long dead spirits too.