Mystery
The Nextian Universe of Jasper Fforde
If you could chat with any character you’ve ever read about, who would it be? Would you be having tea with Hermione to discuss which spell she finds the most difficult? Would you take a leisurely stroll with Samwise Gamgee and have him show you the highlights of Hobiton? Might the possibility of having an audience with Gandalf, Merlin, and Dumbledore together at the same time be of interest to you? How about hanging out with Luke Skywalker and finding out he’s always had a crush on Marianne Dashwood? This is the setting of Jasper Fforde’s series beginning with The Eyre Affair.
By Barb Dukeman5 years ago in Fiction
Broken Records
The night was filled with the natural rhythm of crickets chirping. Above, the dark sky seemed to be illuminated from behind, a deep indigo colour absorbed the vision of anyone whose gaze drifted upward. Amongst the rich hue were pinpricks of light that peered down to the open field below. The moon spilled white light onto the tall, dying stalks of corn that stood at attention across the landscape.
By auraborrows5 years ago in Fiction
The Wishing Tree
“Come quick!” shouted Julia down the phone. “Ari’s gone missing!” No sooner had Detective Thomas McCloud closed his front door and started towards his car did large raindrops begin to splatter on the ground. Thankfully, he was wearing his trusty red trench coat. He sped along the dirt and gravel roads as quickly as his small battered car would allow and was soon sprinting, or rather jogging, towards Julia’s house, and Julia who was standing on her front porch looking a bit frazzled. McCloud didn’t mind a bit of rain, but he did not like thunderstorms one bit, and by the time he’d reached the front steps of the Sylvania’s house, the rain had turned into one heavy thunderstorm.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
The Jade Dragonfly
‘Aha!’ said Constable Lattley as he knelt down to take a closer look. ‘Look at this Detective!’ he said excitedly. Detective Tom McCloud was just starting to open the pantry door in the kitchen when he sighed and came over to where Johnny was kneeling on the floor peering at something on the ground. ‘What is it?’ he grumbled.
By Caitlin McColl5 years ago in Fiction
