I write books for children under my pen name, Trevor Forest. Here is an extract from Magic Molly The Murky Marshes. It's the 7th Magic Molly book and my 13th children's book in total.
Molly turned around and found herself face to face with a witch that seemed to be even older than Granny Whitewand. Her straggly, silver hair hung limply from beneath a hat that was so dark a shade of green it was almost black. Her cloak and skirt were of the same hue.
She had pale, parchment textured skin, a long beaky nose and her lips were covered in some sort of green balm
She had a large wart on one cheek out of which grew six, stiff hairs. Her brow was furrowed, her eye lashes thin and wiry, but her eyes were bright, sparkling green. She took a step back from the cage and held tatty-looking cloth over her nose and mouth. Molly took a step towards her but the witch held up her hand.
Illustration by Marie Fullerton
‘That’s close enough for now, thank you very much. I don’t want to breathe in your disgusting germs,’ she said.
‘I don’t have any disgusting germs,’ said Molly.
‘We’ll see about that before long,’ said the witch. ‘For now you are my guest. I hope you found the reed bed comfortable.’
‘It was very comfortable, thank you,’ said Molly, politely. ‘But I can’t spend another night on it, I’m afraid. I was given a task you see, and I have to fulfil it or the wizard won’t be very happy.’
‘The wizard from the Magic Council?’ The witch rubbed her chin thoughtfully
‘Yes, do you know him?’ asked Molly.
‘We did meet, many, many years ago. My name is Nellie Nettlewort, I believe you have been looking for me, Molly… Miggins, is it?’
‘That’s right, the wizard told me to seek you out. How do you know my name?’ asked Molly.
‘The Naiad told me all about you. All I need to know, at least,’ said Nellie.
‘Naiad? What are Naiad?’ Molly looked puzzled.
‘Naiad are water nymphs, they rescued you from the marshes and brought you here last night
You really don’t know how lucky you are,’ said the witch.
Molly suddenly remembered the beautiful, ghostly figures that had rescued her. ‘Did you send them? Thank you for that, I was in serious trouble.’
Ilustration by Marie Fullerton
The Swamp Witch shook her head. ‘You were almost gone, but no, I didn’t send them. No one controls the Naiad, they do as they please. They choose to help or, more often than not, they choose not to.
You were incredibly lucky
They obviously saw something in you they liked, because they brought you to me. If they find someone they don’t like, they take them elsewhere, I don’t know where, I haven’t asked and they wouldn’t tell me if I did. All I know is, I never want to go there.’
The paperback will be available in the week and can be ordered here.
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