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Things are getting serious at the Society for Magickal Heritage. An ancient legend has plans for Ves, and Ves has plans for just about everything else. It's time to take on the ultimate challenge-and hope for the best. What could possibly go wrong? Well, everything. As usual. But if old magick is going to survive in the modern world, it's no use being cautious. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and Ves is giving it everything she's got....

From the author of Gloaming and Wyrde and Wayward comes a sparkling wonder tale about a gentle widow, an eccentric wizard, and a wardrobe of magical hats... Meg Lavender has been alone since her husband died - well, mostly. There's a trio of widows in Ravensby Od, you can find them every Wednesday at Foxley's, absorbing syllabub, and tea. It's a quiet life in a quiet town, a sensible town, where tea is always at three o'clock sharp, and t...

The enigmatic Society returns in a riotously funny new adventure from the author of Wyrde and Wayward! Things have been quiet at the Society lately. Too quiet. It couldn't possibly last. When a griffin appeared in the Yorkshire skies, it could only mean bad news. There's only one place in Britain it could have come from and that's the lost kingdom of Farringale. It's a dire warning, and there's worse to come. Turns out we aren't the onl...

The doors of Castle Chansany open once more, and you are invited! Come make your bow to King Griffin and Queen Mellany, practice your cantrips with the Wizard Garstang, feast on all things sweet in the banqueting house, with the Court, and dance a minuet in the ballroom with Prince Armael, and the Lady Alvan. Perhaps you'd rather be down in the kitchens, spinning subtleties out of sugar, and dreams, in the library with the books (though b...

As an agent of the Society for Magickal Heritage, I, Cordelia Vesper, have an important job: rescue endangered creatures, artefacts, books and spells wherever they are to be found. It's a tough job, but somebody's got to keep British magick alive. So we rescued a valuable book from a long-lost library, only it proved to be unusually... chatty. And it's got a foul mouth, too. What manner of weird magick is this? Somebody else thinks it's pret...

Have you been to Castle Chansany? If you have, perhaps it's time to go back. There's strangeness afoot up there in the clouds. Something odd has got into the cakes, the sylphs are plotting fresh mischief, and if you look carefully, there might be an ancient Wizard to be found, slumbering somewhere sleepish, and in disguise. Moreover, Castle Chansany is on the move. Where can it be going? Well, nobody aboard could tell you. You'll have to ...

Four years ago, somebody pinched perhaps the most valuable book in existence. Merlin's personal grimoire. And the price they're offering for its return is the kind we can't refuse, so it's Ves and Jay on the case. Except that there aren't any clues. Seriously, not even a little one. Nothing's going to solve this case but a Vesper-patented Crazy Plan, and it had better be a good one, for complications are sprouting like daisies. At leas...

We're all mad here... Dispatched overseas - far, far overseas - we're in hot water. Again. Following in the footsteps of a long-lost king, we're on the road to the mysterious Vales of Wonder. The upside? It's a hot-bed of magickal marvels, the likes of which we've literally never seen before. The downside? Danger. Because who ever said adventure would be easy? Fortunately, we have help. One reviled but aggravatingly handy beast...

Fun" for all the family... I haven't heard from my mother in six years - which is why I was surprised to receive a summons from her. The peremptory kind. With nothing but a set of map co-ordinates to guide me, what exactly was I to expect? The short answer? Trouble, for Mother Dearest is in rather a lot of it. And like daughter, like mother, for there's a shiny artefact in the offing, and only a few gigantic lindworms in the way. Who is...

Welcome to the Grand Masquerade Ball for the Wyrde...and Wondrous! It's time to party like it's 1820, and you know what that means. Rout cakes and punch, satins and silks, and flirting on the balcony under a star-washed sky. Decorous. Genteel. Lovely. Nobody knows who's throwing this bash, but who cares? It's the party of the century, and everyone who's anyone is going to be there. Including, astonishingly, the Werths. Famous recluses th...

Rumour's got a lot to say for itself, and the message is clear: the regulator's ready. You know. The magickal regulator. The bright and shiny thing with which we, Team Improbable, propose to restore magick to a fading Britain. Somebody's got to test it, and that somebody is us. Which means wading into the depths of a long-dead realm that nobody's entered in centuries. And I may have had some practice at that, but this time it's different...

It's all very well deciding to build the means to save British magick. Top marks for ambitious goals! ...But there are one or two obstacles in the way. For one, said means does not yet exist, and it'll take a genius to sort that one out. Luckily, we've got one of those. We call him Orlando. For another, nothing at all can be built without materials, and no common-or-garden commodities will do. It's got to be silver. The impossibly rare, v...

Stranded far from home, and unable to return, I am in bigger trouble than ever. I know I say that a lot, but this time it's really true. Not that there aren't advantages to my particular predicament. If one must put up with a dangerous degree of magickal potency, one is duty-bound to... put it to use, no? Who knows what could happen? Certainly nothing insane, irresponsible and potentially life-threatening. As if. But we'll need ever...

Can British magick be saved? Hell yes. Imagine modern Britain without magick. No fae enclaves. No flying chairs. No magick wands. Giddy gods, no unicorns. Who wants to live in that world? Me neither. But with magick on the decline, that's the world we're ending up with. Meet the Society for Magickal Heritage. Our boss is a disembodied voice. Our headquarters is a sentient house. You could say we've a vested interest in keeping magick alive. ...

Fresh from an involuntary crash course in the Stranger Arts, I've a new mystery on my plate: the inexplicable reappearance of a particularly fantastic magickal species. Which is great, don't get me wrong. Rescuing magickal beasts is what we do around here. But the Dappledok Pup hasn't been seen since the seventeen hundreds, so how did we find one, alive and kicking, over two hundred years later? And this beast has a talent for sniffing o...

Cast away from the Society (sort of) and out on our own, we've got a big problem on our hands - and an exciting prospect, too. They call it time travel on TV. Is this the big, fat secret the Hidden Ministry's been keeping? What's the real truth behind that wandering tower? Answers must be found - in the face of severe opposition from the Ministry, from Ancestria Magicka, and from every Fae Court in existence. Simple. If only everyth...

Somebody thought it would be a great idea to send us to the Troll Court. Because somebody imagined I might be the perfect person to help with a certain wild and crazy plan of Their Majesties' concoction. They want to restore the lost city of Farringale. I can only say that I heartily approve. There is the tiny problem of how, of course, but who better to dig up the truth than the Society's most colourful agents? Off questing we go...

Have you been to Castle Chansany?Perhaps you've heard of it, or somewhere like it. It's that airy castle in the clouds, straight out of a dream. A place where wizards spin marvels from their finger-tips, and the Queen holds banquets deep into the night.A place of mystery and curiosity, finery and fancy, where even the furniture might talk to you (if you're polite enough to it). A place of magic and enchantment, where anything could happen...Co...

¿Charlotte E. English brings her trademark quirky humour to a mad Regency romp - with the strangest family in England... 'I don't know quite how it has come about, but we appear to have developed a corpse.' It's winter at the Werth residence, and someone has turned up dead. Not that this is unusual. There's Great-Aunt Honoria on the premises, after all. Only this corpse is freshly dead, and nobody knows how the lady came to be leaking blood a...

Meet the baddest belles of London city.They were known as the fatales, once. Investigators and spies, killers and thieves, con artists and vigilantes - they fought fire with fire, did what had to be done, to make things right.Until the mission that broke them.Many decades later, the fatales have scattered to the winds. Fionn's the queen of London haute couture. Thetai's the star of the power metal scene. And Daix? Could be anything. Anywhere.I...