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Her name was Autumn – and she had a talent that was truly magical
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It was Christmas once again, and Matilda would need her magical woodland spirit more than ever
RUTH climbed the narrow path to Windlow Hill. She had a canvas bag in one hand and her mother’s old cardigan tucked under the other. Below, the village looked almost as it had in her childhood – white
HELLO, little one!” Penny Dauntless greeted a robin-redbreast, who cocked his head as she pushed along her trolley of post on the daily round. “How often is there such a perfect mid-December morning?”
JOHANN KERNER saw the woman coming out of the darkness. She looked ancient and she moved as slowly as a snail, her back bent. She was the most likely source of information he had seen on his travels.
Matilda feared that the magical creature in the woods was in mortal danger
Settling into her new life at the abbey, Matilda still yearned to see her loved ones