The Snow Witch


Twelve-year-old Kitty Wigeon can’t wait for Christmas at St Flurries, a grand old manor house in the countryside, until one chilly night she vanishes without a trace.

One hundred years later… Still grieving over the death of their mother, Kes Bunting and his younger sister Star, are sent to live at St Flurries. They find a house steeped in mystery and brimming with secrets.

Who, or what, is making footprints in the snow?

And what evil force is taking a cold grip on Star?

Wrap up warm as you join Kes, and a cast of eccentric snow creatures, in a race against time to solve a hundred-year-old curse. Will he succeed? Or will the fate of his sister be decided by a shivery kiss from… the Snow Witch?

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The inspiration…

When I came up the idea for The Snow Witch, I was inspired by one of my favourite books – ‘The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe’ by C. S. Lewis. I wanted my readers to experience the same sense and wonder that Lucy Pevensie felt when she stepped through the wardrobe into Narnia – the sound of her feet crunching with through the fresh white snow and her breath visible in the crisp air. Besides, I love snow! Love it!

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Here is an extract…

A sudden noise came from behind him.

‘Who’s there?’ he asked, his heart beating rapidly against his chest. He felt a sharp pain when a snowball exploded against his cheek. Then from somewhere over to his right, a twig snapped.

Mouth wide open, Kes watched a flurry of snow flit through the trees, then right before his eyes, the flurry took on the shape of a young girl. She moved fast and low. Flying through the snow. Her breath came in gasps as she ran, uncaring that her wild hair tumbled in a cluster of frozen icicles, snagging on branches, and tearing at the rough wooden bark.

Shocked, he took a step back. He lost his balance and went sprawling in a bank of snow, spitting cold clumps from his mouth.

‘Come back!’ he yelled.

But by the time he stumbled to his feet, she had vanished like a whirling-dervish until he was left on his own. He had never felt so terrified or exhilarated. And for years to come, he would always remember the day he met the Snow Witch for the very first time.

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A Snow Witch aesthetic…

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