Matilda feared that the magical creature in the woods was in mortal danger

MISS, I say hold on!” a distant male voice called. Briefly glancing over her shoulder while emerging from Evelyn’s the furriers, Molly Warley smartened her pace and continued walking along London’s Sl

It was Christmas once again, and Matilda would need her magical woodland spirit more than ever

It was 1963 and things were changing – but had Judith been left behind?

Settling into her new life at the abbey, Matilda still yearned to see her loved ones

Alan, don’t you think it’s time you got cleaned up? Grantham’s coming to tea.” Helen looked at her sixteen-year-old son’s filthy overalls and grease-streaked arms. “I wish you wouldn’t get quite so di