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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>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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		<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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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 00:50:47 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[‘That’s a Remington, isn’t it?’ Bannister said very levelly.
‘Are you all there?’
‘I don’t know,’ Bannister said reasonably, ‘it’s just that if it’s a Remington, the safety catch is just there.’ There came a slight click as Bannister slid his hand up the gun and clicked the catch into place. The man wrenched frantically at the triggers but the safety had neutralised them and the gun was now being pulled from his grasp as though by a machine.
‘Roy,’ he howled to his partner at the doorway. But Roy was already reacting, the two ominous barrels coming to bear on Bannister.
The first man died as he was nudged gently in the way of the blast by Bannister’s free arm, and Roy died only a split second afterwards as, with one movement, Bannister slid the safety catch off and fired the shotgun one-handed from his hip.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Written by best-selling author, Nicholas Walker, this is the first outing of Rupert Bannister the most bizarre character ever to hit the fiction world. Rupert came to everybody’s notice in <em>Painted Smile</em> (available on Kindle) where he became involved with the fiery world of political espionage. In this novel Rupert lives a much more low key existence working at Exeter University while training for the Olympics as a modern pentathlete in his usual relentless fashion. He interrupts a bank raid and falls foul of a major villain who tries to intimidate him and his beautiful wife Annabelle. Rupert, though, has never allowed anybody to intimidate him and casually deals with the various hard men that the villain sics on him.</p>
<p>Sadly things turn tragic when his wife is murdered and Rupert decides to get his revenge. The police know exactly what is happening but Rupert manages to foil them at every turn as one by one he hunts down the men who killed his wife and deals with them in his own imitable fashion.</p>
<p>The book is tragic and violent and sexy but the very eccentricities of the leading character can bring humour into any situation and will have the reader cheering him on all the way.</p>
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		<title>Painted Smile</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 00:44:02 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Rupert was enjoying his drive, the car was going beautifully and the day was hot and sunny then this big rude police car came up behind him flashing its lights.  Rupert drove on regardless, hoping it would go away.  The police car gave a short blast on its siren.  Rupert pretended it was nothing to do with him and went on humming to himself.  At last the police car pulled in front and forced Rupert to stop.  When the driver got out he had a hungry look about him.

Rupert was feeling aggrieved, this really shouldn’t have happened.  He looked around, he was blocked in on all sides: there was traffic behind him, the police car in front, and right across the road, blocking the entrance to the industrial estate, was a huge high-backed pantechnicon.

‘Well, well, well,’ said the policeman theatrically.  ‘Remember me?’

‘Clarke,’ said Rupert.

‘Police Constable Kent,’ supplied the policeman.

‘Superman,’ muttered Rupert.  He pointed to the gleaming police car.  ‘Is that new?’

‘As it happens yes,’ said the policeman.  ‘Why?  What’s it got to do with you?’

‘It’s not playing fair, that’s why,’ said Rupert.  He leaned forward and started his engine.

‘Now switch your engine off, please Sir,’ said the second policeman who had come up on the passenger side.

‘No, no, no,’ said Rupert.  ‘Sorry, but I don’t like you at all.’ And to both policemen’s amazement he drove right across the road in front of the line of oncoming traffic, under the back of the pantechnicon and off up the road to the industrial estate.  He gave them a gay wave as he trundled away.

‘Fuck!’ said the police driver.  He dashed across the road and hammered on the cab of the lorry.  ‘Move this lorry!’ he bawled.

The lorry driver wound his window down.  ‘What’s up with you?’ he demanded through his cheese sandwich.

‘Move this lorry!’ snapped the policeman.

‘I can’t move it, it’s got a puncture,’ said the driver, unperturbed.

‘Shit!’ said the policeman.

‘No, it’s a cheese sandwich,’ said the lorry driver.

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<p>This thrilling novel has an action packed storyline with an international political base. It is extremely fast paced and the action ranges from Exeter to Washington and on to Japan, London, Brussels and Iraq. The plot revolves around the idea that the Japanese are trying to get Britain and China to go to war over a crisis in Hong Kong.  The weapon they are using is mind control, training certain highly intelligent and uniquely skilled people into influencing Western political leaders.</p>
<p>The plotlines are all brought to a focus by the central character, the bizarre Rupert Bannister who comes across as an amiable idiot. The whole book is about this very different character, he does not fit into the normal <em>hero</em> role at all: he is short and fat and looks like an uneducated farm boy, Rupert is that rarest of all creatures, the violent intellectual. He seems totally irresponsible and frequently acts like a child. He loves bizarre situations, for example he quite enjoys a night on a park bench or in jail. He seeks out violent people because he enjoys a good fight yet he is as gentle as a lamb. He loves hard manual labour yet Rupert is one of the few people in the world who can take on these mind control people, or Senders as they are known scientifically.</p>
<p>Rupert is first employed by the CIA to track down the Senders but then he becomes more heavily involved, because his partnership in this, with Sanchia Clarke, turns into a love affair.  When Sanchia is taken by the Senders, Rupert starts a search which finally results in an amazing trek across the Iraqi desert to break into the Sender’s complex.  Finding out just how serious the Senders assault is, on the world, leads Rupert to a major confrontation within the United Nations and particularly with the Prime Minister of Britain and the UN Secretary General.  Finally Rupert joins in a full scale assault on the Sender’s complex.</p>
<p>The book has a strong scientific and political basis all drawn very much on fact.  It relies more on emphasizing situations and processes that are going on in the world today rather than imagining new ones.  For example: Senders do exist!  European businessmen and politicians use transducers when negotiating inside Japan to stop their minds being deliberately confused by external influences.</p>
<p>The book contains scenes of personal violence as well as love and sex scenes, though the central character’s eccentricity can put humour into the most dangerous situations.</p>
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		<title>Black Belt</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2020 00:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
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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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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 01:31:41 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[‘You’ve been out hunting Kraal!’

She took his arm and steered him towards the privacy of the wood store.

‘Mac, listen, I was just out for a stroll,’ she said. She shrugged, ‘I bumped into this teensy little baby Kraal.’

‘Don’t come it with me, you’re lying,’ he said angrily. ‘You’re playing with the stones in your ears, you always play with the stones in your ears when you lie to me.’ Kimba wrenched her treacherous hand away and stared at it accusingly, she couldn’t think of anything to say.

‘It’s totally against all the rules even going out alone, you know that. You could step in a Tessaa never mind the Kraal.’

‘I can look after myself,’ she said losing her temper, ‘and you should remember that I’m a leader,’ she touched the sword over her shoulder that proclaimed her rank, ‘I don’t answer to you.’ He took her by both shoulders and shook her:

‘I don’t care what you are, you are my wife and you will do as I say,’ he said.

‘Yeah, that’s going to happen,’ she said.

‘Yes, it’s going to happen,’ he said, losing his temper in turn. ‘I absolutely forbid you to go off after the Kraal on your own.’

‘And what are you going to do?’ She shook herself free from his arms but he grabbed her and slammed her back against the wall of the wood store.

‘Kimba, you’ll obey me on this one,’ he said as angry as she had ever seen him before. ‘Or I’ll borrow the damned belt from the committee and use it on you myself.’

Kimba flinched and her arm reacted by reaching for her sword, then she took a deep breath and made herself relax. After a minute she put both her arms around him and held him closely. They stood there for a long moment the other Vadors steering clear of the romantic scene.

‘Mac,’ she said quietly after quite a time, ‘every morning I come awake very suddenly thinking I’m back with the Kraal again, away from you that horrible, horrible time. Then I reach out and you’re there and a wave of happiness comes over me.’ She pushed him back so she could look into his eyes but still held onto him. She stroked his arms with her fingers. ‘I love you so much I can’t tell you in words, my big strong man. And, I will defer to you as my husband when I can, and I understand why you are so cross with me and you could use your strength and no doubt use the belt on me…give me the hiding of my life if you want but you have to know that if you lay one finger on me then you’ll never be able to close your eyes in safety again.’

‘I don’t want to lose you again,’ he said almost desperately.

‘I’ll try and see that doesn’t happen,’ she said. She went up on her tip toes to kiss him, a nice kiss. ‘But we are warriors Mac…and it’s the risk we take.’

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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A very fast paced dystopian novel by a best-selling author. The follow up to: Children of the Kraal, Kingdom of the Kraal and Revenge of the Kraal.<br />
This funny, tragic and action packed novel is the fourth in this thrilling series set in a world where the humans have been enslaved by the Kraal and the only resistance is from the Vadors the rebel band of children. The Vadors seem to be winning on all fronts but then they have a major disaster where they lose forty of their band. Then they learn that the Kraal are bringing in 100 Warrior Kraal from Australia to beat them and have to go all out to defeat this new threat. A world filled with brave warrior children and Kraal monsters and Stingers and Giggle Hooks and Molten Scobies! But also filled with humour and love affairs and laughter and A &amp; R’s potent Apple Ale!<br />
The novel is full of action but concentrates more on the personalities of the children who have to learn to form a society without the guidance of adults, how to organize, to establish discipline and all the problems of relationships and sex. A heart-warming novel with many nail biting scenes and some very tragic moments.</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 01:05:13 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Jessica gave a shrug, one way was as good as any other and she stepped forward and immediately sank into the ground up to her knees.

'Aaah!'  She started to struggle.  'Keep back Tom, freeze ... it's a Tessaa.'

Tessaa.  A harmless toadstool until the Kraal had messed around with it.  Now it was huge, could be twenty metres across, and it would lie in wait for weeks, working for the Kraal.  If you stepped on it, it was like stepping into very thick honey, you would stick fast and sink, very very slowly.  You could struggle, even pull a leg free, though it took a great deal of effort, but you always got another limb stuck as you did so.  It would get harder and harder to pull yourself out and you would get more and more exhausted until you collapsed and sank right into the Tessaa.  The only real hope you had was if the Kraal saved you.

Jessica was fighting like a mad woman.  She had a chance because she wasn't far from the edge.  She heaved desperately on one leg and reluctantly it slid out of the clinging, sucking mass, but she had nowhere to put it but back down into the mire again; but now she was half a metre closer to solid ground.  A Tessaa had another bad habit, it was very loud and now it started its: <em>Hoo!  Hoo!  Hoo!</em>  The deep throaty cry that was telling the Kraal it had caught someone.  Tom stood right at the edge stretching out his hand but she was still too far out of reach.  She was still fighting, though, just as strongly. It hurt, fighting a Tessaa, it stuck so fast it nearly took your skin off, but Jessica didn't seem to notice.

Tom reached for his grapnel and tossed the rope end to her.  She grabbed it and he started a strong pull, leaning his body against the strain.  At first nothing seemed to be happening then slowly, oh so slowly, she started oozing towards him.

'Come on Jess,' he urged.  'Pull.'

'Walk away with it,' she gasped.  'Use your body weight to pull me out ...'  She broke off staring past him.  He caught her gaze and whirled around: a Hunter Kraal was standing only metres away.  If a Kraal could grin this one would be grinning now.

'That's it Tom, forget it,' she said, standing upright.  She tossed the free end of the rope to him.  'You make for the Homestead now.'

'Don't be daft, you're nearly free.'

'No, it's only waiting for me to come closer and it'll get us both in its catch-net,' and her voice was absolutely level.  Tom glanced at the Kraal again, it was true, it had its net-launcher in its hand but it wasn't using it.

'I can't just leave you,' he said.

'No!  Got your bow?'

'Of course.'  He unslung the bow from his shoulder.

'Shoot me.'  She tapped her chest.  'Here ... quickly now.'

'What?  No!'

'Come on Tom.  Do it!  Don't leave me for the Kraal.'

'No, they'll only capture you.'

'That's why, now shoot me damn you!' and for the first time her voice rose in desperation.

'No!'  He slung the bow back on his shoulder.

'Well, clear off then, you wimp!' she cried.]]></description>
										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A very fast paced Sc Fi novel by a bestselling author. Set in the future mankind has nearly destroyed itself in nuclear wars giving the Kraal (Sasquatch and The Yeti) chance to take over the world. Mankind is enslaved and forced to work for the Kraal until a band of children, led by Jessica, escape and fight back. Jessica is an amazing leader who hates the Kraal so much that she screams when she fights them! Her second in command, Tom, is quiet and serious and a foil for the other girls in the band. The novel is packed with action but concentrates more on the personalities of the children who have to learn to form a society without the guidance of adults, how to organize, to establish discipline and all the problems of relationships and sex. A heartwarming novel with many nail biting scenes and some very tragic moments.</p>
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