Ned’s Circus of Marvels

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Ned’s Circus of Marvels
Justin Fisher

From exciting debut author, Justin Fisher, comes this rip-roaring, page-turning new magical adventure. Perfect for fans of House of Secrets.Ned Waddlesworth has always considered his world to be exceptionally ordinary. Until the day he discovers it ISN’T. AT ALL. Because on Ned’s thirteenth birthday he discovers that everything magical he’s ever read about or imagined is REAL.And without him, the world will soon be engulfed in monstrous beasts and beings.So with the help of a robot mouse, a girl witch and a flying circus unlike any other, it’s up to Ned to swoop in and save the day!Roll up, roll up, and prepare to be AMAZED by Ned and the marvellous, magical, monstrous flying circus!

Copyright (#ulink_c1f66fa1-ed61-5d46-92f1-17eeaf02acfd)

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2016

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Text © Justin Fisher 2016

Cover illustration © Manuel Šumberac

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Source ISBN: 9780008124526

Ebook Edition © 2016 ISBN: 9780008124533

Version: 2016-05-24

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Contents

Cover (#uc6ec4b8b-e2aa-50b2-9706-40a612e5a539)

Title Page (#u7fa18c4f-bc4f-5f7b-913c-473e744a432e)

Copyright (#ufed7976f-0217-5162-95a6-816b1b0e6be0)

Dedication (#ubd6a181d-9eff-5b6d-9757-020571073d82)

Prologue (#u772d42ec-1138-5310-af80-791e93b50a10)

Chapter 1. A Birthday Wish (#u301349d7-4d99-5911-b952-c9133996199e)

Chapter 2. Surprise (#uf4050b41-c4f2-5071-88c5-13ab379e3de0)

Chapter 3. The Greatest Show on Earth (#u7f13c88e-b607-52ec-9fc2-eebe9ddbbcfc)

Chapter 4. Kitty (#ud2ebe6ac-dcaa-5d3e-a045-8c7b8b237ea0)

Chapter 5. Lots & Lots of Marvels (#uc76105ad-3f20-5756-9b5b-7ec8cf93a87b)

Chapter 6. Whiskers (#u79c21db7-fc50-5087-a503-abbffdc764aa)

Chapter 7. The Present (#u2e8cc910-35b4-5b62-b2cf-b0251668e8ff)

Chapter 8. The Flying Circus (#u362eaeb3-914a-5698-b155-bdc66fb3fa45)

Chapter 9. Collision Course (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 10. Mystero the Magnificent (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 11. Behind the Veil (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 12. Inside the Box (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 13. Face-off (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 14. Darklings (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 15. Something in the Smoke (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 16. A Prisoner (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 17. Secrets and Lies (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 18. Awakenings (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 19. The Truth (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 20. The Amplification-Engine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 21. French Steel (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 22. A Single Grain of Sand (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 23. Oublier and Co (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 24. So Jump! (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 25. Something in the Mirror (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 26. Mr Sar-adin (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 27. Edelweiss (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 28. St Clotilde’s (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 29. Mother’s Day (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 30. Farewell (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 31. Theron’s Keep (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 32. Falling Star (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 33. The Show Must Go On (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 34. On Your Marks, Get Set … (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 35. Annapurna (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 36. Cold-hearted (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 37. The Source (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 38. The Final Curtain (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 39. To Mend a Broken Heart (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 40. Home (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgements (#litres_trial_promo)

Read on for a sneak preview … (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

PROLOGUE (#ulink_ae434326-48bd-57f2-ac1e-d9a573167e91)

The building work at Battersea Power Station had been abandoned without warning. ‘SITE UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT’ billboards had been hurriedly put up years ago, with a small logo stamped across their tops, ‘OUBLIER AND CO’. The army of cranes, bulldozers and diggers lay silenced, their only visitors an occasional seagull and deepening bouts of rust. It was late and London was asleep. As always, the River Thames flowed quietly by, disturbed only by the odd houseboat and the occasional taxi making a final drop off before heading home.

It started as it usually did. Deep in the bowels of the old power station, the air began to move. Behind a half-cracked mirror, water pipes trembled, inexplicably flowing backwards, inexplicably flowing at all. If anything could have lived down there, which it couldn’t, it would have run. Only the building’s four vast chimneys could see how the shadows turned and twisted, before revealing a mud-splattered, silver-haired nun.

Sister Clementine was tired, tired of running, tired of always being afraid. Ever since she’d agreed to carry the message, they’d had her scent. No matter how well she’d hidden, no matter what tricks she’d used, they’d always found her. Her chest was tight and her legs ached from the chase. She had to think fast; any minute now and they’d be on her. She couldn’t outrun them, especially not the little one. By the time she made it to the fence, they’d have her, and if they had her, there was no hope of keeping quiet. No one ever kept quiet.

Looking out towards the river, she saw a sliver of hope. If she could make the crane in time, she might get high enough to go unnoticed. She climbed the ladder quickly and quietly, her robes perfect cover under the pitch-black sky.

But Sister Clementine did not go unnoticed. Finally at the crane’s arm she slowed enough to hear them. The same two men that had tracked her since the beginning, one short and barrel-chested, the other impossibly tall. They were studying their new surroundings carefully. The shorter man sniffed at the air’s unique aroma, while the tall man’s pin-sharp eyes scanned the horizon. Their kind might usually have been nervous, afraid even of being on land owned by Oublier and Co. But not these men. It was not their job to fear, but to be feared. They were the things that went bump in the night.

In no time they had zeroed in on their target. They moved fast, the tall one climbing with all the skill of a spider while the other charged with the excitable brute strength of a predator nearing its prey.

Sister Clementine moved further down the crane arm as her assailants reached the top.

“Gimme the co-ordinates, Clementine. Jus’ two sets o’ numbers and you go free,” said the tall man, in a thick American accent.

Clementine’s foot slipped, finding only air instead of metal. There was nowhere else to run. The tall American pulled a revolver from his hip, aiming it squarely at the woman’s head.

“Don’t kill her, just wound her; she’s worth nothing if she can’t talk,” snarled the barrel, edging down the crane’s arm towards her.

The nun looked down at the void of black, before closing her eyes for one last prayer.

“He wants the child, Clementine,” said the American.

But the nun’s mind was already made up.

“Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me sow love …”

Where there is darkness, joy …”

“WHERE IS SHE?” barked the barrel, almost upon her now.

Sister Clementine opened her eyes and smiled.

“Go to hell.”

She stretched out her arms like wings and pushed hard on the crane beneath her, launching herself into the air. There was no hard crunch of concrete below, only a splash as she landed in the River Thames’s waters. The tall American waited, peering into the darkness, before firing a single perfect round.

“Did you get her?” asked the barrel.

“Have I eva missed?”

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A Birthday Wish (#ulink_a412b4d6-8b17-578a-93b6-5fd82d6823f8)

“Hinks?” said Mr Wilkinson.

“Yes, sir.”

“Well done. A plus. Johnston?”