Cirrus@Austlit

'Arthur Crazy was drunk and seeing ghosts.

'Now he's just drunk. The dead are silent, and Arthur is worried he might be living up to the family name. But after going back to where the Crazy people live and spending months sleeping off hangovers in his childhood bed, it's finally time to return to the land of the living.

'Unfortunately, the dead are not done with Arthur.

'The hounds are stirring.

'The guardians are moving.

'The Shadowmen are watching.

'And the sword in Arthur's possession is calling them all.

'They're on their way, but you know what Britain is like—public transport is a joke. Especially at Christmas, it could take some time.

'Some people have skeletons in their closet. Arthur has ghosts in his dreams and a sword under his bed... and everyone wants it! The dead, the living, and those dancing on the edge.

'Evil stirs in Yorkshire.

'Britain needs a hero.

'Arthur needs a coffee.

'On the moors, the devil rises.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'A dragon wakes.

'A father goes missing.

'A vertically-challenged faerie with anger-management issues has a massive tantrum.

'And two children are left to fend for themselves in the middle of the night.

'The longest night of their young lives.

'Albert the Great Australian Dragon is a rip-snorter of a novel that will take you on a wild, dragon-back ride across Central Queensland under the guidance of an omniscient (and somewhat sarcastic) narrator. Think Princess Bride... but with dragons...in Australia...and no princesses...or brides for that matter.

'Plus the main characters are both kids.

'Is it a kids' book for adults or an adult book for kids? You decide.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'Arthur Crazy is drunk and seeing ghosts.

'This is not a metaphor. The dead are walking and talking, and it doesn't matter that Arthur doesn't believe in them. They believe in him.

'Too drunk to recall how he stumbled upon his nascent power, Arthur is burdened with newfound responsibility: he's the only one who can hear the unfinished business of every dead guy in York, and he's the only one who can help.

'As forgotten legends and lost demons stir all over the cobbled streets and snickelways, Arthur finds himself at the centre of an unfolding mystery-a light in the desert, a fart at a funeral-and he is about to discover that an unfortunate surname isn't the only thing that makes him stand out.

'Arthur just wants to sober up, have a kebab, and go home, but his conscience is knocking loud and clear, demanding he open the damn door. He may not be the hero the dead need, but he's the one they're stuck with. Besides, one of those ghosts seems kind of cute.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.

'It is the night before the night before Christmas and not a creature is stirring...because Comet is dead...nailed to the door of the sleigh shed.

'This is a Christmas story...kind of. Well, it is set during the festive season and it does feature Santa, the elves, and the reindeer, but it is certainly not a story to be read by a roaring fire on a cold winter's night. And neither should it be read to children, no matter how snuggled up and warm in their beds they may be. In fact, it's probably best you don't read it at all. You see, this is a Christmas story with a twist. Someone is murdering Santa's reindeer the night before Christmas Eve. There's a lot at stake. Can the big man put a stop to it before he loses anyone else?

'You actually will need to read it to figure that one out but don't worry, it's not very long.'

Source: Publisher's blurb.