Wonder Tales

When the centuries-barren orchards of Berrie-on-the-Wyn suddenly bear fruit, it is clear that something strange is afoot - and something fey, for this is no ordinary harvest. To partake of the fruits of Faerie is to be changed for good, but not necessarily for the better.From whence come the golden apples, the moonlit silver pears? Who is the motley piper who walks the streets of Berrie, drawing forth magic and mayhem with his music? And how can half of the town vanish into thin air?There may be chaos aplenty in Berrie, but all that's needed to set things straight is a touch of the right light -- and maybe just the right pair of Boots... English both by name and nationality, Charlotte hasn't permitted emigration to the Netherlands to change her essential Britishness (much). She writes colourful fantasy novels over copious quantities of tea, and rarely misses an opportunity to apologise for something. Spanning the spectrum from light to dark, her works include the Draykon Series, Modern Magick, The Malykant Mysteries and the Tales of Aylfenhame. A collection of old-fashioned Wonder Tales, full of wit, whimsy and enchantment.

Once upon a chime...Every day at four o' clock, an enchanted twilight sweeps over Vale Argantel. Strange things happen under its eldritch influence: mists boil up out of the ground, rain pours out of a cloudless sky, and the roses grow wild and fey. Such is the way of things.But when her friend falls through a magic mirror and disappears, Margot realises something's changed. An ancient enchantment has gone awry, and chaos quickly spreads. Magic-drunk, confused and hampered at every turn, Margot must find a way to reclaim Oriane - and before anybody else disappears.But for Oriane, things are stranger still. Lost in a topsy-turvy world, how can she ever find her way home? For she's adrift in a place very like Argantel - eerily familiar, yet strangely different; a place which follows none of the usual rules…Praise for Gloaming:"One part Eleanor Farjeon, one part Lord Dunsany, one part Vera Chapman, but mostly her unique self, Charlotte English is the first new (to me) writer to make me excited in a long, long time. Her faultless prose by turns ascends with the lark, leads you down secret paths like the willow-the-wisp, bewitches you into bewilderment, and sparkles with eye-bedazzling wonder, taking you at last to an enchanted ending that leaves you as drunk on words as her protagonists on ensorceled rose-wine. Please, milady, more!" - Mercedes Lackey English both by name and nationality, Charlotte hasn't permitted emigration to the Netherlands to change her essential Britishness (much). She writes colourful fantasy novels over copious quantities of tea, and rarely misses an opportunity to apologise for something. Spanning the spectrum from light to dark, her works include the Draykon Series, Modern Magick, The Malykant Mysteries and the Tales of Aylfenhame. A collection of old-fashioned Wonder Tales, full of wit, whimsy and enchantment.

Once upon a chime... Every day at four o' clock, an enchanted twilight sweeps over Vale Argantel. Strange things happen under its eldritch influence: mists boil up out of the ground, rain pours out of a cloudless sky, and the roses grow wild and fey. Such is the way of things. But when her friend falls through a magic mirror and disappears, Margot realises something's changed. An ancient enchantment has gone awry, and chaos quickly spreads. Magic-drunk, confused and hampered at every turn, Margot must find a way to reclaim Oriane - and before anybody else disappears. But for Oriane, things are stranger still. Lost in a topsy-turvy world, how can she ever find her way home? For she's adrift in a place very like Argantel - eerily familiar, yet strangely different; a place which follows none of the usual rules...

Distantly upon the horizon, bejewelled light shone like stars; tantalising, inviting.Then the palace-in-glass was gone, fading away into the velvet night like a snuffed lamp.Between the sands and the starlight, ancient powers rise, and the oldest of tales becomes new.An old sorcerer travels the starlight bazaars: cursed and magic-blighted, he has glass where his heart should be.A half-jinni enchantress seeks her missing son: daughter of a fallen king, hers is a great and daunting power.A trio of camels walks the sands: loyal sisters in service, there is more to their past than meets the eye.What unites these tales (and many more) is a marvel of sorcery and beauty: a great palace of ensorcelled glass, glimpsed only under the stars, and vanishing with the dawn...The third Wonder Tale from Charlotte E. English combines the magic and colour of ancient stories with her trademark wit and whimsy. A fresh journey into the strange lands of fairytales. English both by name and nationality, Charlotte hasn't permitted emigration to the Netherlands to change her essential Britishness (much). She writes colourful fantasy novels over copious quantities of tea, and rarely misses an opportunity to apologise for something. Spanning the spectrum from light to dark, her works include the Draykon Series, Modern Magick, The Malykant Mysteries and the Tales of Aylfenhame. A collection of old-fashioned Wonder Tales, full of wit, whimsy and enchantment.

Distantly upon the horizon, bejewelled light shone like stars; tantalising, inviting. Then the palace-in-glass was gone, fading away into the velvet night like a snuffed lamp. Between the sands and the starlight, ancient powers rise, and the oldest of tales becomes new. An old sorcerer travels the starlight bazaars: cursed and magic-blighted, he has glass where his heart should be. A half-jinni enchantress seeks her missing son: daughter of a fallen king, hers is a great and daunting power. A trio of camels walks the sands: loyal sisters in service, there is more to their past than meets the eye. What unites these tales (and many more) is a marvel of sorcery and beauty: a great palace of ensorcelled glass, glimpsed only under the stars, and vanishing with the dawn... The third Wonder Tale from Charlotte E. English combines the magic and colour of ancient stories with her trademark wit and whimsy. A fresh journey into the strange lands of fairytales.

'You may have noticed,' said Maut, 'that the Tree is on the move.'On the edge of the town of Kottow stands the tallest (and oddest) Tree in the land. It's a staid and solid arbour - until the Tree picks up its mighty old roots and wanders off, taking its resident band of misfits away with it. Whither goes the Tree? Not even the wizard can say.'There is something mighty fey about all this, or my name ain't Diggory Stokey.'Far away from Kottow, a forest lies lost in the mists of a dream. There's much to mend in this hoary old wood, for the Summer's been swept from the glittering skies, and no one's keeping an eye on the Winter...'Enchanted forests,' Mudleaf spat. 'Bah. Like it's been raining magic this long age through.'The good folk of Kottow aren't used to so wayward a magic - not even Maut Fey, the one with the sunlight behind her eyes. But magic will have its way with them, whether they will or no.Summertide's waiting. Can the folk of the Tree bring it back, or will the wild magic wash them away?"If you mixed elements of the Faraway Tree, Narnia, Frozen and A Midsummer Night's Dream together, you might get something like Summertide. Maybe." - The Author'Almond tarts for her MAJESTY!' someone else roared. 'Apple ice-wine for her majesty!' English both by name and nationality, Charlotte hasn't permitted emigration to the Netherlands to change her essential Britishness (much). She writes colourful fantasy novels over copious quantities of tea, and rarely misses an opportunity to apologise for something. Spanning the spectrum from light to dark, her works include the Draykon Series, Modern Magick, The Malykant Mysteries and the Tales of Aylfenhame. A collection of old-fashioned Wonder Tales, full of wit, whimsy and enchantment.