#BlogTour #LoveBooksTours @LoveBooksGroup / #Excerpt : The Fire Children – Abigail van Kraay @abivankraay @malcolmdown

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The Fire Children Book Tour

Today I’m on the ‘The Fire Children’ blogtour, organized by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.

About the Author :

qQjPctVP_400x400Abigail van Kraay is an author, full-time mum and former high school teacher of English with a Masters in Creative Writing from Manchester Metropolitan University. Abigail is a storyteller, poet, blogger and she loves a good movie. Her passion is to write and be inspired by her travels around the world and exploring the great outdoors with her children. Abigail lives in Wesham, England with her husband Theo and her two sons Noah and Joseph.


Synopsis :

9781912863624 (1)The thought of living in a black-and-white world forever, made Benji Brook and Flo Knightly feel as hollow as the trunk of their favourite tree. It seemed to them, that since the colour had gone, the joy had left the people of Kingswick. But like Grandpa Jo had always said, ‘There’s more to life than what meets the eye.
With their so-called arch enemy, Ozzy Stone, they are thrust into a world between worlds, as they go on the wildest of adventures and come face to face with the shadow beasts of Battlelands.
Could it be that this unlikely trio could not only save the stolen children, but restore colour to their black and white world?


Excerpts :


Something very unusual had happened in the town of Kingswick. All the colour had gone. It had been fading slowly over days and days. It wasn’t noticeable at first, but one morning, around Christmastime, young Benji Brook looked out of his bedroom window and smiled to see a robin perched on an evergreen and snow-laden tree. As he leaned closer to the window, his heart grew heavy when he realized that the robin had no red breast. The little bird, dainty and delightful as it was, looked sad as it nipped a dull berry from a leaf whose deep green was disappearing fast. When the colour had been drained from the foliage, the robin with the ashen chest flew away.
It turned out that it wasn’t just Kingswick that had lost its colour.
Benji learned that the same thing was happening across the entire world. He heard rumours that certain shades remained in remote parts of the Amazon rainforest, but not many people believed it.
Colours were becoming just a memory. Benji couldn’t even look at a photograph to remind himself; all the pictures had turned black and white too.

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