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Part 1 of ‘The Silver Sequence

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Six children leave the comfort of their homes far behind. They are drawn to Coldharbour ?an eerie wasteland of wind, rats, seagulls and rubbish tips.

Emily and Freda, the twins, scuttle bright-eyed and insect-like in search of the others. They find Thomas half-starving on a food tip. They discover the giant boy, Walter, his hands buried in the ashes of a fire. Helen, who can read minds, reaches Coldharbour at the height of a storm to join them. And at the centre of it all is the luminous Milo, whose eyes see everything and whose skin is hot and bright with silver.

Each of them has a unique gift, but they must learn to use their skills fast. Drawing ever close in a maelstrom of fury is something vast and dreadful that wants to destroy them all.

'Spectacular and satisfying - I was left feeling exhilarated and hungry for more.' - Philip Ardagh, The Guardian.

'Startling ... the beginning of a great adventure.' - Dreamwatch.

'A beguiling story' - The Bookseller.

'A genuinely original piece of writing, strongly imagined and well-written "arresting fantasy."' - Books for Keeps.

'Irresistible ... This remarkable and original new fantasy series should appeal to a wide audience' - Reading Time.

'An amazing book, a completely original plot with some of the most intriguing characters I’ve ever come across.' - Amazon.Coldharbour.uk.

'Intriguing and original ... the characters grab your attention, and the strange entity that threatens them is full of malevolence, promising shocking adventures in the future instalments.' - Library Services for Education.

Read an extract from The Silver Child

No one could have eaten as much as Milo ate that afternoon.

It was Sunday lunch, and as usual the smells of cooking had given everyone an appetite, but surely nobody expected Milo to eat it all.

He and his younger sister, Jenny, were sitting at the table. Jenny twiddled her doll, while their Mum brought out the food. There was more than enough for everyone: a large chicken, potatoes, bread fresh from the oven, roasted vegetables. A cheer went up from Jenny as Mum, swaying slightly under the load, brought out bowls of green beans and sweet corn.

It was a fantastic selection, almost a feast. A hungry man, if he had prepared himself, starved himself all day for just this one meal, might have been able to finish it off on his own. He might.

Milo started eating as soon as the last plate was laid out. He began moderately enough, taking only a small piece of chicken and a couple of potatoes. ‘Mmm? he said, grinning at Mum. He poured himself some water and took a sip. Reaching for a slice of bread, he put it neatly on the side of his plate for later.

Jenny fixed her own napkin and did her best to serve herself using the heavy spoons. She asked her doll if it wanted anything to eat. Some gravy, perhaps? Reaching for the gravy jug, she accidentally spilled her orange drink. With a resigned sigh, Mum went to the kitchen for a cloth.

When she came back, Milo’s plate was empty. During the few seconds she had been away he had sneaked his hand across the table to take the bowl of potatoes. Calmly he ate them all, then started on the bread. At first no one paid any attention. Mum was still busy cleaning up, while Jenny hadn’t yet decided what her doll wanted to eat. Meanwhile, Milo finished off the green beans, licked his fingertips and looked around for something else.

Seeing that there was no more food within easy reach, he got up from his chair and went round to the other side of the table. He came back with the bowl of sweet corn. It was a big bowl; he had to use both hands to lift it.

Mum glanced up. ‘And where do you think you’re taking that??/p>

Milo didn’t answer. He ladled several spoonfuls of corn onto his plate. Then, to save time, he started putting the corn from the bowl directly into his mouth.

‘Milo!?snapped Mum. ‘For goodness sake!

Jenny gave him a disgusted look, and laughed. ‘Pig!?/p>

‘Put that down,?Mum said.

Milo ignored them both. The spoon had begun to irritate him. It was awkward, too slow. He threw it down and, lifting the bowl up to his mouth, used his fingers to shovel the tender corn past his lips.

‘Ugh? shouted Jenny. ‘Mum, look!?/p>

‘Milo!? Mum reached out for the bowl, attempting to take it out of his hands.

Jenny said, ‘Who’s a greedy? Who’s a greedy pig-piggy??/p>

Milo would not let go of the bowl. ‘Give that to me!?Mum demanded, fighting him for it. ‘Really, Milo = what’s got into you? Put it down!?/p>

‘Piggy!? squealed Jenny.

Milo finished the sweet corn, then released the bowl. Mum, who had been clutching it tightly, staggered and nearly fell. Milo did not notice. He only saw the food. He stared longingly at the end of the table, where the rest of the bread and vegetables were waiting. The most efficient way to get at them was to yank the tablecloth towards him, so he did. Plates, glass and cutlery went everywhere. During the uproar that followed, Milo rapidly drew all the remaining food towards him. Indiscriminately, using alternate hands, left and right, he reached out. Without looking at the food - without even attempting to taste it any longer - he stuffed whatever was nearest into his mouth.

‘Milo, Milo will you stop!?shouted Mum. ‘What are you doing??/p>

Jenny started to cry - orange fizz had spilt on her doll. When Milo snatched the doll and licked its cloth face experimentally, she shrieked and kicked him under the table.

Milo threw the doll down. He was seeking a faster way to consume. His teeth felt suddenly in the way. His tongue was too thick, his jaw lacking the flexibility he wanted it to possess. He opened his mouth as wide as possible. Then, grunting with the effort, he forced it even wider, testing the limits of the jawbone. Did he have to chew? Did he have to waste time doing that? Thrusting his head back, Milo tried pouring the food down his throat, using his teeth as little as possible - just enough so that the food did not catch and make him gag as it made its way down.

‘Milo!?gasped Mum. She tried to grasp both his hands, but with extraordinary energy he twisted away from her.

There was no bread left, but the margarine was available. Milo dug his fingers into it. Avoiding his teeth, he pushed the margarine deep inside his throat. His breathing was heavy and he did not look up.

Background to The Silver Child

The Silver Child is the first book in a new fantasy trilogy, part 1 of The Silver Sequence. It concerns a group of children - six children - who are drawn to a deserted wind-swept wasteland called Coldharbour. The only things living in Coldharbour are a few seagulls and some well-fed rats living off the rubbish dumps. There is no food  or shelter. The only other people there are groups of dangerous gang kids. Nevertheless, the six children have to find a way to survive, and over time they discover that they also have amazing powers. They are, in fact, the first part of a defence of our world against a terrifying creature approaching from the stars, a creature I call the Roar.

I didn’t have to think long and hard about a subject for the new book. From about halfway through the writing of The Scent of Magic I’d had the idea of exploring the theme of human evolution. What if children started to evolve into something radically different? What if children’s eyes started to change? What if they became giants overnight? What if ...

The result, given a twist of fantasy, flowed out very quickly once I’d decided on my main characters.