This title includes stories such as: The White Bind-Weed Fairy, The Jack-Go-To-Bed-at-Noon Fairy and The Red Clover Fairy.

    Her father, Herbert, retreats into his work transmitting telegrams, abandoning Comity when she needs him most. Comity turns to Fred, the young Aboriginal yard boy, and he becomes her only friend. But then a new assistant arrives who delights in playing cruel games. Soon Comity struggles to hold things together as events begin to spiral dangerously out of control.

    So it’s no surprise that she notices right away when the president starts acting funny on TV. He’s stiff and awkward. He’s even signing papers with the wrong hand. There’s only one explanation–the president has been cloned! And it’s up to KC and her best friend, Marshall, to save him.

    Jack and Annie quest to save Camelot. Beleaguered King Arthur learns that children and imagination really can make a difference.

    We find Katie miserable on the first day of middle school. Her best friend Callie came back from camp boy-crazy and part of a whole new group of friends. When it's made clear that Callie is in the PGC (Popular Girls Club) and Katie is not invited to join, Katie suddenly feels incredibly alone. Katie realizes if she’s going to survive middle school she needs to seriously regroup and find some new friends. But how? She bites into the cupcake her mother packed her for lunch and for a second closes her eyes. The sweet treat makes her happy—finally something goes right! Looking around her table, Katie notices the other students seeming a bit lost, as well. Which gives her an idea…With three new friends Katie forms a club as a way to spread the cupcake love and earn some cupcake cash!

    I've decided to start writing a blog. A private one. The idea is that it'll help me sort my life out, because quite frankly, it can't get much worse . . . · I gained the nickname Puke Skywalker after vomiting over Louise Bentley on the waltzer. · I am subjected to daily wedgies by my arch-enemy Gav James. · My so-called best mates are trying to get me killed in a bid to win £250 on You've Been Framed. This cannot go on. I have to do something, or I'll end up like Mad Morris down the park who thinks he's Jesus. By the end of next term, I'm going to be a completely different person. At least, that's the theory...