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Quest of a Collector

Leonard snatched his hand back from the ladder. He should have known it would be hot. Everything in the Namib desert was hot by the afternoon. Especially a rusty old ship that had run aground so long ago that the

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The Fairy Princess of Worms

Ellie didn’t believe her brother was really excited about a worm. “It’s a worm.” She could agree with his characterisation of the green squirm in his hand. She didn’t need to share his enthusiasm for it. “It’s more than just

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A Sister of Mercy’s Gift

Head down. Don’t make eye contact. Derek’s left arm jostled someone as he shuffled on to the train. He flinched from the contact. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” He didn’t look up as he said it, in case the person he’d

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Your Voltaire from your Trollope

What do you think you are doing in my library? I see you skulking around as if you think you’re Hercule Poirot looking for clues to a murder which, I assure you, has not happened. I run a respectable household.

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A New Leaf for Autumn

Celia knew it was going to be a bad day when she heard the rustling emanating from the living room. She diverted to the kitchen and downed her first cup of coffee before she felt ready to face it. Francis

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Self Esteem for the Yes Man

You look like a man who needs to talk to someone, so why don’t you get it off your chest? Tell me what’s on your mind. No, let me guess. The look on your face tells me a thing or

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A Picnic Without Honey

“I blame the weather,” said Frank. “You would,” said Daisy. “You work for Bayer.” “Guys, we’re supposed to be taking a break,” said Samatha. “The idea of having this picnic is to get to know each other in a non-confrontational

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Summer at HappyKamper

Welcome to HappyKamper, ladies and gentlemen. I’ll be your Kampster – that’s what we call it – for as long as you’re here so if there’s anything you need, anything at all, please feel free to ask me. What’s that,

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Lessons from Brontosaurus

“This is a brontosaurus,” said Miss Collinson. “Now, who can tell me what this is?” Jasmin stuck her hand up. This was easy. “Yes, Jasmin?” “That’s a tyrannosaurus, Miss.” “That’s right, Jasmin. They’re both di-no-saurs.” Miss Collinson pronounced the word

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Cold Freedom

You want to know why I was waving a knife around in that shop? It’s a fair question, constable, so I’ll give you a fair answer. It was because there wouldn’t be no kids in a booze shop. They might’ve

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