The rain still fell, and the lights had to be on to lift the gloom. But it wasn’t going to end the way Sundays usually end, in anyone’s house.īreakfast was punctuated by hugs, cuddles and smiles between her mother and her stepfather and her, by tea for everyone, and especially milky for Yifan, and by Bart coming in to the living-room and running out again when Yifan squealed with delight and her mother with annoyance. It’s much like the way that Sunday starts in most other houses with eleven-year-old girls in them. This is the way that a Sunday starts in Yifan’s house.
“I want a bread roll with cheese on top,” she said, and got one for herself. You know what there is, Yifan, what do you want?” All I have is bread, cheese, eggs, milk…. “What’s for breakfast?” said Yifan, with her second-best innocent expression. He put his head into his bowl and started eating. Yifan watched Bart the cat saunter in through the open back door, his fur miraculously dry even though it was raining outside. Behind him in the kitchen Ji Ye laughed and poured boiling water into the teapot. “I didn’t have a handkerchief,” he explained. “You mean lottery ticket,” said Yifan, coming down the stairs. “All I have is bread, cheese, eggs, milk, cereal, butter, peanut butter, hazelnut spread, marmalade, mushrooms, bacon, tinned meat, baked beans, tea, coffee, fruit juice, tap water, honey, hot chocolate, drain cleaner, a bad back and a snottery ticket.” And to my wonderful wife, who is my life. To my amazing daughter – no unicorns here, but plenty of Princesses. Please also see the Worlds of Yifan Facebook page, and visit the author’s Facebook page at /John.L.Blenkinsop My books are available in all electronic book formats from all major eBook sellers. It’s the last hope for humanity – so can Yifan and her mother find out who is trying to destroy it? Shen Teal, accomplished young swordsman, athlete, artist and Prince of Joseon wakes in the middle of the night to find he is now a thirteen-year-old girl, in a bewildering new World where his long-dead mother still lives.Īt the end of the world, there is a Tower. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to your favourite retailer and purchase your own copy.
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