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    Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice: Three Stories
    Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice: Three Stories
    Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice: Three Stories
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    Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice: Three Stories

    By Joan Aiken and Peter Bailey

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    A trio of fantasy and adventure tales by the award-winning author of the beloved Wolves Chronicles

    In “Fog Hounds,” Tad and his sister, Ermina, know better than to venture outside after dusk. Twilight is the time when huge misty creatures roam the land on silent feet, their eyes glittering like red pennies. No one who is chased by the hounds lives to tell the tale—that is, until the night Tad meets an unusual stranger. . . .
     
    In “Wind Cat,” Lukey Web has come to live with Aunt Mildrith, who used to be a witch and is writing a book about the history of magic mirrors while studying footprints in the sky. When their neighbors go on vacation, a striped cat named Tib is left in Lukey and her aunt’s care. It isn’t until 1 of Tib’s 9 lives is threatened that Lukey discovers her own awesome gifts.
     
    In “Sea Mice,” Hella looks out her window every night at the northern lights and her very own plum tree, which has just produced its 1st perfect crystal plum. It’s a special tree, a gift from her sea captain father, who warns Hella not to pick any fruit until she turns 12. When her dad’s ship sinks, everyone says that sea mice caught him and his crew. But Hella is not afraid; she has a different vision of these mystical creatures that will transform her life in the years to come.
     
    This ebook features illustrations by Peter Bailey and a personal history of Joan Aiken including rare images from the author’s estate.


    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOpen Road Media
    Release dateDec 1, 2015
    ISBN9781504020923
    Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice: Three Stories
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    Joan Aiken

    Joan Aiken was born in Rye, Sussex in 1924, daughter of the American poet Conrad Aiken, and started writing herself at the age of five. Since the 1960s she wrote full time and published over 100 books. Best known for her children’s books such as The Wolves of Willoughby Chase and Midnight is a Place, she also wrote extensively for adults and published many contemporary and historical novels, including sequels to novels by Jane Austen. In 1968 she won the Guardian Children’s book prize for Whispering Mountain, followed by an Edgar Allan Poe award for Night Fall in 1972, and was awarded an MBE for her services to children’s literature in 1999. Joan Aiken died in 2004.

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      Fog Hounds, Wind Cat, Sea Mice - Joan Aiken

      Contents

      Fog Hounds

      Wind Cat

      Sea Mice

      A Biography of Joan Aiken

      Fog Hounds

      A BOY CALLED TAD WAS painting the front door of the house where he and his sister lived, one mild September evening. Using fast-drying paint, he was painting the door a beautiful honeysuckle yellow, and he had nearly finished the job, which was just as well, for dusk was beginning to wrap the village in shadows. Very few people were about, and lights were twinkling out, one by one, in the cottage windows.

      The boy’s sister, Ermina, rattled the curtains apart and put her head out of the front window.

      Tad? Haven’t you finished yet? she called. Make haste, it’s nearly Hound Time.

      In the country where Tad and Ermina lived, it was dangerous to be out of doors after sunset. The reason for this was the tribe of huge misty creatures, known as the Fog Hounds, which roamed all over the land from dusk to dawn; they went ranging and loping through towns and villages, past factories and farms, through fields and forests. Their feet made no noise on the ground, they were pale gray and half transparent, like smoke, so that you could see lampposts and mailboxes through them and beyond them. Most of the time they ran along silently, with their noses down close to the ground, but every now and then one of them would lift his head and howl, and when he did, what a bloodcurdling sound that was! It almost made the blood run backwards in your veins.

      Nobody who had been chased by the Fog Hounds ever came back alive to tell the tale of what had happened to him. The hounds belonged to the King, and were supposed to chase only criminals and wrongdoers. But the King was old, very old and sick, and had lost most of his wits; it was said that he didn’t care what the hounds did any more.

      So Ermina called anxiously: Tad! Come along! Leave the door if you haven’t finished, it must wait till the morning. Come inside!

      Ermina was fifteen years older than her brother; and she was a Wise Woman, which is halfway to being a witch. She possessed a pack of cards which could fly, like a flight of swallows, from one of her hands to the other; and she could read people’s futures in tea leaves or apple peelings or duck feathers.

      She made a living by advising people, and telling them what to do if they were unable to make up their minds. The only future she could not read was that of Tad, her own younger brother. When she looked at the cards or the tea leaves they told her nothing about him; and that was why she worried whenever she thought he might be taking a risk.

      It’s all right, Minnie, Tad called back now. I’m just putting on the last lick of paint.

      He did so, admired his work, and was about to open the door and step inside the house, when he heard hasty, running footsteps, and a voice that called frantically, Stop, stop! Wait! Help me, please help me!

      Tad waited, with

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