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		<title>Agony on the Ice</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Feb 2022 21:35:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[It was a sunny day but Samantha was past feeling anything. The garden was very large and she wandered off down to where the pond was, there were chairs there and she was still feeling exhausted, she was flushing the sleeping pills Dr Lewis had prescribed down the toilet every night. There was a large swinging garden chair by the pond but when she reached it someone was already sitting in it. She froze and Alex rose to his feet.

‘What the hell?’ she demanded.

‘I thought I’d drop round,’ he said, trying to find something innocuous to say.

‘I told you to stay away,’ she said, ‘I told everybody I didn’t want to see you!’

‘I wanted to see you.’

‘Would you just go? Please.’

‘This isn’t fair,’ he said. He tried to walk towards her but stopped when she flinched away from him. He spread his hands in appeal, ‘You owe me more than this.’

‘I don’t owe you anything! We were partners, that’s all. Skating partners and now that’s all over and done.’

‘We were more than that and you know it. I love you.’

‘Well, I don’t love you! I don’t even like you.’ She held her head in her hands, ‘Just sod off why don’t you?’

‘You’re my fiancée, we’re supposed to be getting married, planning our wedding.’

‘Marry you? I’m not going to marry you!’ it was almost a snarl. She wrenched at the ring on her finger that he had given her, his grandmother’s ring, the expensive one. It stuck and she had to use her teeth and she finally dragged it free leaving her finger bleeding. She hurled it savagely at him and it bounced off his chest and into the flower beds.

‘Now just sod off!’ she said, and she turned and bolted back towards the house.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The ninth in the popular series about the four paranoid ice dancers. Samantha collapses at the World Championships and is rushed away to hospital where it seems the stress has been too much for her. She finishes with Alex and it seems she has finished with skating as well! Morris retires seemingly leaving Benjamin and Belinda in the wilderness and even Alex is off dating a famous pop star…is it finally the end for our superstars?</p>
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		<title>The Way To Wimbledon</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2021 00:29:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Penny gritted her teeth. She had lost the first set and was 4 – 5 down in the second. This new girl only had to hold her serve to take the match. But Penny had been there before, there was no way she was going to let this tournament slip away from her.
Her opponent, Moira Lloyd-Roberts, was waiting placidly at the base line as Penny took up her position, standing well back, praying that just for once this remarkable service would break down. Moira served, the ball dipped over the net, hit the very inside of the service court and was gone. Penny blinked. She had hardly seen it, let alone got around to playing a shot.
‘15 – love,’ said the umpire.
Penny trooped over to the other side but the same thing happened again and it was the third service before she even got her racquet to the ball. She returned it cross court and, as usual, Moira waited on the base line and just pushed it back over the net. Penny came charging in and volleyed and Moira lobbed it beautifully over Penny’s head into the very back of the court.
‘Out,’ shouted the girl who was the line judge on Penny’s side, but she wasn’t in the best position to see because there was only one line judge per side. Penny relaxed and waited for the score to be called. The umpire cleared his throat.
‘No, the ball was good,’ he said. ‘40 – love.’
‘What?’ demanded Penny. ‘It was called out.’
‘The ball was good,’ the umpire repeated. ‘Play on, please.’
‘It looked out to me and I’m nearer than you,’ Penny protested. ‘At least play a let.’
‘The ball was good!’ the umpire said, this time more sternly. Penny marched over to him. Moira was still standing behind her base line, idly bouncing a ball on her racquet.
‘Now listen here,’ Penny said angrily. ‘You can’t do that now. It makes it match point!’
‘I can’t take into consideration what stage the match has reached,’ the umpire said. ‘Now, if you don’t play on I’ll have to award a penalty point.’
‘A penalty point? On match point!’ Penny stormed. ‘Why, you, you…’]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Penny Sutton (Bad Penny) lives for tennis and everything else has to take second place: home, school, friends and especially her boyfriend Brian. Penny is good but wild and her coach knows she will never get anywhere unless she calms down and plays profession tennis…and he should know he was a British Champion once. Then a new girl arrives out of nowhere and destroys Penny in a local tournament and suddenly she is taking everything from Penny: her wins, her friends, her job, even Brian!</p>
<p>This exciting story rips the top off tennis and reveals all the maneuvering and dirty tricks that go on and all the heartbreak and pain that these players go through on their journey to Wimbledon!</p>
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		<title>Last Tango</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 00:40:54 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The edge of the door came closer but now the control of the crowd was breaking and the order of earlier was slipping away and people were pushing in front of her. Then Rabbi Ariel spoke to them severely and they listened to him. Angel knew that he had believed her earlier but he was over eighty and almost crippled by arthritis so he was hardly going to be able to jump from a train.

Then at last she was at the door and she pulled it back against its lock. A good two inches let her feel the blast of air and she gulped it thankfully but already she had the handle of the bucket in her hand and she eased it through the crack and reached for the latch. Angel had studied the latch on the door when they had been bundling them inside but it was only designed to keep cattle in and it was easy. She caught it first try with the handle and the door slid open to reveal the rushing darkness outside.

‘What are you doing?’ a man demanded.

‘I’m jumping from the train,’ she said loudly. ‘If anybody else wants to join me now’s your chance.’

‘You’ll be killed,’ said a woman. ‘Don’t be so stupid.’

‘I’ve done it before, if you relax and roll you should be okay,’ she said.

‘We’ll all be punished for letting you escape,’ said the woman. ‘Don’t let her go.’ And immediately strong arms were holding her from behind.

‘Just lock the door after me,’ she said not bothering to struggle, the man holding her was too strong. ‘They won’t check the individual cars.’

‘No!’ shouted a man and others were agreeing with him now and Angel could see her chance slipping away.

‘Let the child go,’ came Rabbi Ariel’s wonderful voice…a voice that had once captivated a synagogue. ‘I said let her go!’ The hands holding her slipped away.

She looked at him and nodded.

‘Go my child and may God protect you,’ he said. ‘Quickly now, the train is slowing for a bend.’

‘And God be with you all,’ she said and arms wrapped around her head she hurled herself into the darkness.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is the follow-up to <em>Dancing With The Enemy</em> the faction book about the children’s resistance group on Jersey during World War Two. The end of the war has finally arrived and Rex, Susan and David have survived and are feted by the security services of the British Army, if not by their parents. But Rex is only interested in one thing…what has happened to Marianna? He gets a boat to France and starts searching for her but is quickly interned by the American Army in Fresnes the very prison Marianna was taken to. Susan and David are furious at being left behind and chase after him but are just too late as they arrive at the prison just after Rex has escaped…but Rex has discovered that a girl escaped from the train taking her to a concentration camp and nothing is going to stop him finding out if it was Marianna!</p>
<p>All the characters in this book are based on real people and all the events that happen are true. The buildings, camps, prisons and other locations are all exactly as they were in 1945!</p>
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		<title>Defeat of the Kraal</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 00:32:16 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lorrinda banged her staff of office on the ground to bring everyone to order and everybody fell silent, even the Probationers stopped whispering among themselves impressed at the seriousness of the occasion.

‘Kimba,’ said Lorrinda in her serious voice, ‘you have made the complaint, step into the ring.’ Kimba drew her sword, laid it on the ground and stepped forward into the sandy circle facing the five council members who were sitting on a half-circle of rocks which had been covered with sheepskins.

‘Who is it you wish to make a complaint against?’ said Lorrinda.

‘Tom,’ she said clearly.

‘Step into the ring please Tom,’ said Lorrinda putting the please in because it was Tom. Tom laid his sword of office on the ground and stepped in alongside Kimba. He gave her a smile but she wouldn’t look at him.

‘Name your complaint,’ said Lorrinda.

‘Well, as you all know we’ve been tasked to find any mines or quarries still working,’ said Kimba. ‘It hasn’t been easy, all the Kraal have retreated into the Citadel and we have been out for weeks!’ She took a look around at the huge circle of staring eyes and took a deep breath her anger driving her on: ‘My party finally found a mine right up in the North, twenty miles away or more…it was perfect, just what we had all been looking for.’

‘Yes, we all know this,’ said Lorrinda. ‘What’s your complaint?’

‘Well, Tom and Jessica are leading a party against them tomorrow and they have refused to let me even come along…not to lead it but to even come along!’ she thrilled. ‘They are not even taking my group!’

‘We can’t take your group if you’re not there to lead them,’ sighed Tom, ‘they won’t respond to me as they do to you…we are taking our own groups because it is safer.’

‘Well, let me lead them in then!’ snapped Kimba. ‘You can come along. My group knows exactly where the mine is and we’ve thoroughly reconnoitred the whole area. It should be us!’

‘Are we really going to do this?’ demanded Tom. ‘There isn’t a person here who doesn’t know why we won’t let you go.’]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The fifth in this popular series and now the Vadors have really grown to nearly a thousand and are beating the Kraal on all fronts. But now comes the real challenge, can they take the Citadel? And then what for the Vadors? For Tom and Jessica? For Kimba and Mac? For all the children who have been fighting for so long? Do they settle for a mundane, safe life?</p>
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		<title>The Way To Wimbledon</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 07 May 2021 00:20:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Penny gritted her teeth. She had lost the first set and was 4 – 5 down in the second. This new girl only had to hold her serve to take the match. But Penny had been there before, there was no way she was going to let this tournament slip away from her.
Her opponent, Moira Lloyd-Roberts, was waiting placidly at the base line as Penny took up her position, standing well back, praying that just for once this remarkable service would break down. Moira served, the ball dipped over the net, hit the very inside of the service court and was gone. Penny blinked. She had hardly seen it, let alone got around to playing a shot.
‘15 – love,’ said the umpire.
Penny trooped over to the other side but the same thing happened again and it was the third service before she even got her racquet to the ball. She returned it cross court and, as usual, Moira waited on the base line and just pushed it back over the net. Penny came charging in and volleyed and Moira lobbed it beautifully over Penny’s head into the very back of the court.
‘Out,’ shouted the girl who was the line judge on Penny’s side, but she wasn’t in the best position to see because there was only one line judge per side. Penny relaxed and waited for the score to be called. The umpire cleared his throat.
‘No, the ball was good,’ he said. ‘40 – love.’
‘What?’ demanded Penny. ‘It was called out.’
‘The ball was good,’ the umpire repeated. ‘Play on, please.’
‘It looked out to me and I’m nearer than you,’ Penny protested. ‘At least play a let.’
‘The ball was good!’ the umpire said, this time more sternly. Penny marched over to him. Moira was still standing behind her base line, idly bouncing a ball on her racquet.
‘Now listen here,’ Penny said angrily. ‘You can’t do that now. It makes it match point!’
‘I can’t take into consideration what stage the match has reached,’ the umpire said. ‘Now, if you don’t play on I’ll have to award a penalty point.’
‘A penalty point? On match point!’ Penny stormed. ‘Why, you, you…’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Penny Sutton (Bad Penny) lives for tennis and everything else has to take second place: home, school, friends and especially her boyfriend Brian. Penny is good but wild and her coach knows she will never get anywhere unless she calms down and plays profession tennis…and he should know he was a British Champion once. Then a new girl arrives out of nowhere and destroys Penny in a local tournament and suddenly she is taking everything from Penny: her wins, her friends, her job, even Brian!</p>
<p>This exciting story rips the top off tennis and reveals all the maneuvering and dirty tricks that go on and all the heartbreak and pain that these players go through on their journey to Wimbledon!</p>
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		<title>Spiral Staircase</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2020 00:26:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<strong>          </strong>The white shape stormed around the room thrashing against the walls, the floor, even the roof, again and again it hurled past the children until at last it seemed to sense there was someone there and it roared up in front of them. A blast of stinging cold air hit them like a fist, worse than any force ten gale. Disgusting went flying, howling with fear, but nobody could hear him above the appalling noise the <em>Scream</em> was making. The other children grabbed for the wall and managed to stay on their feet. The <em>Scream</em> seemed to look at them then it faded back a couple of feet, as though studying them from a different angle. Then even over all the din they heard the sound of the chapel clock next door chime 10.15.

<strong>          </strong>The <em>Scream</em> heard it too, for instantly it screeched right across the attic going faster and faster, then it seemed to spin round and round like a whirlwind becoming narrower and narrower and denser and denser until it became so dense that it actually became solid.

<strong>          </strong>'It's turning into someone,' Victoria groaned. The shimmering form suddenly focused and became still and the white figure of a girl came into view.

<strong>          </strong>'It's the girl from the room,' whispered Sally. 'The second one.' But no one answered, everything had suddenly become quiet and still because the ghost had started to walk!

<strong>          </strong>Slowly, precisely, the figure of the girl stepped towards them across the wooden floor and each footfall echoed making a noise much louder than the slight figure suggested. After what felt an age the figure reached the edge of the floor and she raised her head to stare at the children still pressed right back against the wall. Two blazing eyes that seemed to burn them in a cold blue flame seared across the room. Then the beautiful mouth in the beautiful face opened and a thin scream came out and the children screamed with her, and the scream dissolved her back into the white cloud that came hurtling towards them like a runaway lorry.

<strong>          </strong>Again and again the<em> Scream</em> hit them, buffeting them like they were in a hurricane, smashing them to the floor in a heap as it vented its fury. Suddenly it was quiet again and the stunned children risked a glance. The white figure of the girl had appeared again right beside them and stood glaring at them from only centimetres away.

<strong>          </strong>Victoria felt Disgusting whimpering at the bottom of the pile and a feeling of protectiveness reminded her she was in charge. Shaking, she forced herself to her feet, pushing her knees back so her quivering legs would support her.

<strong>          </strong>'What do you want?' she said and her voice stumbled and fumbled with the words. The figure didn't reply, the blazing eyes mocking her.

<strong>          </strong>'I said what do you want?' she said, her voice steadier. Then to Disgusting who was trying to reach her hand. 'It's all right, Dizzy.' She took a step forwards. 'You're frightening my brother,' she said and as she said it the white figure sprang forward and an almost solid hand slapped her across the face.

<strong>          </strong>'Ow,' said Victoria, more annoyed than hurt. Now the <em>Scream</em> had started again and was hurtling around the children this time thumping and crashing into them, pushing down Daniel who was trying to stand up beside Victoria. But Victoria was already up and she forced herself to stay that way holding tightly on to the wall.

<strong>          </strong>'Leave us alone!' she said bravely and letting go of the wall she stepped forward to face the girl. The <em>Scream</em> seemed to go mad and this time, concentrated on Victoria, hurtling round and round her once more closing up like a whirlwind, becoming tighter and tighter, only this time Victoria was in the middle. Daniel was now on his feet again and trying to grab her, but it was like trying to grab a waterfall, solid, but nothing to actually hold on to.

<strong>          </strong>The <em>Scream's</em> howling rose even louder until it hurt their ears and then in a single split second it shot through the open doorway and away up the passageway and Victoria was gone with it.

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a modern ghost story for children by a bestselling author. The gripping story is set in the haunted house in Penzance where the writer lived for over ten years, one of the most famous haunted houses in Britain…mentioned in Daphne Du Maurier’s book Vanishing Cornwall.<br />
Daniel and Sally have learned to live with the bizarre happenings in their house: the whirlwind like screams that hurtle around their bedrooms, the sounds of footsteps across the ceiling as the ghost walks in the attic, the things that go missing. Then Victoria, Cassie and David (Disgusting) come to stay and Victoria leads the children up into the attics to search for the ghost. The children get sucked back into the past where the events that have unleashed the ghost are slowly revealed to them. Then Victoria is taken by the ghost and the rest of the children have to find a way of rescuing her. The unnerving Cassie, who has strange powers herself, leads the children into a final battle with the ghost in a bid to rescue her sister.<br />
Very funny and often light-hearted the story is still very frightening in places.<br />
Many of the scenes were witnessed by the author and his family while they lived there and all the children exist in real life…and every night at nine o clock the ghost still walks to this day!</p>
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		<title>Dancing With the Enemy</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2020 02:14:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[The breathing had been going on for some time but Rex hadn't noticed. Suddenly it got to him and his head snapped round, two yellow eyes glared in the light of the torch. The Alsatian stood watching him, looking huge in the moonlight that came shining through the skylight above. The dog was puzzled, not sure what to do. This human was dressed in black, like most of its masters, and was casually helping itself to the tins. The Alsatian put its head on one side trying to make up its mind whether to growl or whether to wag its tail.

Rex knew exactly what to do, he must walk confidently up to the dog and pat it on its head. But Rex had always been wary of dogs. He exploded back off up the aisle like a sprinter leaving his blocks and of course the dog went after him, moving twice as fast. The dog nearly had him but Rex hurled himself around the end of the aisle and the dogs paws skittered on the wooden flooring, then it regained its balance and was right after him again. Rex made a despairing leap for the wall bars and the dog made a despairing leap for Rex. Both just made it. The dog's terrible jaws closed on Rex's trailing forearm like a vice. He gasped and wrapped his other arm and both legs around the bars to stop himself being pulled off again.

'Aaah!!!' Rex tried to scream quietly. The dog was nearly off the floor, its whole weight on Rex who clung on even more desperately, if the dog got him onto the floor he was finished. The only thing going for him was that the dog couldn't bark, its mouth was too full of Rex.

'Aaah!' Rex groaned again. The dog's teeth were going right through his battle-dress top and into his arm. The dog couldn't do much either so it contented itself with clenching its jaws every few seconds, drawing gasps of pain from Rex each time it did so: 'Ah! Ah! Ah! Aaah!'

Then Sue was there, hanging on the wall bars right beside him. Rex couldn't speak, he could hardly see her through a mask of pain. He was totally fixated on hanging on to the bars. Sue tried kicking at the dog but all it did was growl at her. She gave up, wondering what to do. Then she shivered, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Sue took a deep breath and dropped to the floor right behind the dog and that did it! The dog whirled at her, but Sue had just enough time and she scrambled frantically up the bars, snatching her legs out of the reach of the horrible teeth, just in time.

'Rex ... Rex! Climb!' she hissed, dangling a foot just out of the dog's reach to keep it there. And somehow through the pain Rex heard and started to inch upwards. Now the dog started to bark, low baying howls, but so loud in that silent gym. The noise spurred Rex on and up and then at last Sue was helping him ease out of the skylight onto the roof.

'Quiet!' she rapped. 'Keep still. The guard's come to see what's wrong with the damn dog.' Rex bit his lip. Sue hung her head back through the skylight. Below the guard was grumbling at the dog. He hadn't put the lights on, at first Sue was surprised but then she realised it was because he was afraid of the RAF. The guard was having a good look round by torchlight, but torchlight was quite good enough to show up the blood Rex had left on the wall bars. Sue waited, hardly breathing.

The guard stamped around then at last he said something savage to the dog and Sue heard the door bang behind him.

'Okay Rex, he's gone,' she said, gently helping him to sit upright. 'Is it just your arm?'

'Just,' groaned Rex. Very carefully he was easing his sleeve upwards, gasping as it pulled away from the wound. Blood was everywhere, the dog's teeth had made a real mess of him.

'Hm, there's no spurting,' said Sue. 'It missed your artery ... you're lucky.'

'Yeah, I feel lucky,' he groaned. 'Now tell this lucky chap how he's supposed to climb down a blasted rope.'

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I came across a true story about the Channel Islands during World War Two and couldn’t get it out of my mind. <em>Dancing in the Dark</em> is the result of that obsession when the only opposition to the occupation by the German Army came from the children!</p>
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<p>This novel is set in Jersey, during World War Two, when The Channel Islands were occupied by Germany. It is very much based on fact: all the buildings, streets, munitions and army terms are accurate, and all the incidents that take place in the novel are taken from incidents that actually happened during the war. After the first year of occupation the only resistance to the Germans came from the children of the island, indeed at one time the schools had to close because virtually all the teenagers were locked up in the local prison…this is the basis for the story.</p>
<p>There are four main characters in the story, Rex, Sue, David and Marianne. The first three are old friends, David and Sue are twins and Rex is their leader and Sue has a crush on Rex. Sue is very outspoken while David is a quiet follower of the others. Rex is the driving force, he leads the children of Jersey and is very brave, enjoying dangerous confrontations with the Germans. Marianne is the good girl of the school and very much a loner, she always obeys the teachers and the Germans and Rex finds himself having to act as her protector from the other children when they begin to view her as a traitor.</p>
<p>One night Rex finds out that Marianne is hiding a family of Jews in the hills and brings in the other two to help her. To their astonishment, the girl who spends her nights working in her father’s hotel: <em>Dancing With The Enemy,</em> is her own one-woman resistance group, receiving orders from Britain. Sue is wildly jealous of Marianne’s growing relationship with Rex but is forced to subdue it when they join forces. Rex’s group, who, up till then, had merely crept around painting Victory Vs everywhere, now find themselves involved in a much more dangerous business: smuggling fugitives, disarming mines and spying.</p>
<p>The novel is full of action and emotion, but the story is about the realities of war: the sacrifices that have to be made. But it is not a sad book, it is full of the humour that dangerous situations bring and the accelerated relationships that take place in time of war.</p>
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		<title>Kisses in the Dark</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nicholas Walker]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 10 Sep 2020 01:43:12 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA['Hell, I only asked for a dance,' said Hilbert. 'Anyway, why can't we?'

'Oh Kaffir,' she sighed. It was a rejection but her eyes were shining at the music and almost unconsciously her body had started to sway to its surging beat.

'Get your hands off her!' Suddenly Hilbert was pushed savagely aside as Akkal Ali from year 12 came bursting out of the crowd of dancers.

'Hey, what is this?' demanded Hilbert. 'What's it got to do with you?'

'She's my sister!'

'What?' Hilbert turned back to Shamira. 'Is this another one of yours?'

'I said keep your hands off her!' Akkal gave him another push.

'And you keep your hands to yourself,' said Hilbert getting cross. 'I was only asking her for a dance.'

'She does not want to dance with you!' Akkal turned to his sister. 'You, go home, now!'

'Don't you give me orders,' she snapped back.

'I said go home!'

'You go home! I'll do what I want!' Shamira's eyes blazed. 'No one asked you to interfere, I'm going to have a dance with Hilbert.'

'You are not!' Akkal grabbed her by the wrist.

'Here, steady on now,' Hilbert said, pushing between them. 'There's no need for this.' But the bigger year 12 boy turned and unleashed a punch with his free hand that just caught Hilbert and deposited him on his back on the dance floor.

But it seemed the quietest spot to be. The lights had come on and the music had stopped and everyone else in the room was shouting at the top of their voices. Godfrey had taken a flying leap from the stage and now had Akkal in a stranglehold while Shamira still shouted at him. The four teachers were all shouting only no one was paying them any attention, and Rayhima had appeared and was trying to get Shamira away from her brother.

There came a lull and Mr Rudge was there. He quietly got Godfrey to let go of Akkal before he choked and Akkal immediately turned back on his sister. But she obviously didn't need any help from anyone for she let loose a slap that rang round the room and effortlessly shut everybody up.

'You sod!' she said in the sudden silence. 'Why don't you stay out of my life, all of you!' She was so angry she was almost crying. 'Hilbert was only talking to me.'

She went over to Hilbert who was still sitting on the floor, feeling along his teeth to see if they were all still there.

'I'm sorry,' she said quietly. 'Are you alright?'

'Me? Oh fine,' he said. 'I'm getting quite used to it. I get attacked at least once a day by one of your family.'

'Let me help you up.'

'No ta! I'll stay down a bit thanks,' he said. 'Just in case you've got any more brothers hanging around.' She very nearly smiled but she was still too upset. She bent down so no one else could hear her.

'I really am sorry,' she said. 'Look, I'd better go or there will only be more trouble.'

'Yeah,' he said, finally getting shakily to his feet. 'Look, do you think you could do me a favour?'

'What?'

'Will you stop calling me Hilbert?'

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The dramatic love story of a white boy and a Pakistani girl in Tower Hamlets. Written by best-selling author Nicholas Walker who was himself a teacher in Tower Hamlets. Hilbert and Shamira fall in love and have to battle against huge prejudices from the community, her family, the school and even The National Front. This hard hitting novel reveals the truth of schools teaching on the front line and the battles that children from minor ethnic backgrounds have to fight every day just to fit into modern British society. Shocking at times and a tender love story at others this is a novel written by an author who knows what teaching in inner city schools is really like&#8230;not for the innocent!</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[William swept his arm down and Jaimey went with it. She came screaming across the floor, leapt into the air and delivered a punch that deposited Terry flat on his back.
‘Now this is no time to have a lie down,’ Jaimey said.
‘What the hell do you think you’re playing at?’ William demanded. Terry was getting to his feet, blood pouring from his nose.
‘C’mon guv, I was just showing them how to score.’
‘That’s not how to score and a blue belt should know that, you’d be disqualified anywhere for lack of control.’
Jaimey turned two huge brown eyes on William. ‘Honest guv, he ran onto it,’ she said innocently.
‘He must be Usain Bloody Bolt then,’ William said. He tried to examine Terry’s nose but the green belt shook his head and disappeared into the changing rooms. Sensei was still leaning on the wall, watching.
William pointed a finger at Jaimey. ‘You: fifty push-ups,’ he said. ‘Without the gloves!’
Jaimey regarded him for a long moment. Everybody fell silent, feeling the clash of wills. A black belt carries authority and this was normal club discipline but, after all, it was William’s first night. At last Jaimey put her head on one side and smiled. ‘I can tell we’re going to get on,’ she said. Then, tossing her gloves into the corner, she started doing push-ups. Sensei smiled and wandered away.
William started another two fighters, then Jaimey was standing at his side.
‘Fifty, guv,’ she saluted him.
‘The name’s William.’
‘Righto guv, I’ll make a note of it.’
‘You do go to school, don’t you?’ William asked.
‘On and off.’ She grinned.
‘And at this school do they teach Maths?’
‘You know, I’ll bet you’re going to come to the point in a minute,’ she said brightly.
‘That was thirty eight, not fifty.’
‘Sorry, anything above ten and I run out of fingers.’
‘Well, if it’s all you can manage…’ he let the statement hang in the air.
Immediately Jaimey got down onto her hands.
‘I can do push-ups faster than anyone else in this club,’ she said. ‘You count.’
William dropped down beside her. ‘No,’ he said, ‘you count.’
The whole dojo had stopped to watch by now. Jaimey started off pumping vigorously but William waited until she had reached twenty five before he started. She had just reached forty eight when he finished his fifty and spun effortlessly to his feet.
Jaimey sat on the floor, red-faced and gasping for breath.
‘Now I’m going to try very hard,’ she panted, ‘but I don’t think I’m going to like you.’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Best-selling gripping novel about a boy and a girl who do karate. William goes to a new school where he falls foul of the classroom idiot, the beautiful but barmy Jaimey. She does karate but it turns out so does William who is already a black belt and a champion. Their sparring goes on at school as well as in the club. Written by a best-selling author who is himself Chief Instructor of a martial arts organisation this is the novel that sold all around the world.</p>
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