Duellists in a decadent urban dream. Lost creatures in a bizarre post-apocalypse. Fables lingering into almost-modern worlds. From hallucinatory surrealism to human dramas at the fuzzy edges of reality, these stories and poems by the author of The Etched City are by turns exuberant, poignant, darkly funny and delightfully deranged, all showcasing the inventive magic of an acclaimed literary fantasist.Includes Aurealis Award winner The Heart of a Mouse and two stories in the world of The Etched City, one previously unpublished."Bishop is one of my favorite writers. She is an unmatched stylist and an alarming dreamer. Like her first novel, That Book Your Mad Ancestor Wrote is an astonishment, a portfolio of wonders." —Junot Díaz, author of The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao.
Countering His Claim by Rachel Bailey 'Never be distracted by a woman'.
A DOCTOR, A NURSE: A CHRISTMAS BABY by Amy Andrews Nurse Maggie Green is devoted to the children on the intensive care ward at Brisbane's Children's Hospital.
The Billionaire's Scandalous Marriage - Emma Darcy Damien Wynter was as handsome and arrogant as sin.
A new range of readers featuring adventure, mystery, science fiction and fantasy genres. 6 yrs+
Rennie chases after a photo of pop star Shivani for his 'Amazing Person' project. But, soon, he finds himself being chased. Suggested level: primary.
The Big Pineapple
She had lived beside beaches, beside rivers, real rivers, rivers that ran, in small towns and in big cities with ten thousand streets. Her whole life had been spent heading Up North. She had been to at least fifty schools.
The netball team is staying in an old house for the inter-school tournament. What dark secret is hidden in the house? Can Luci and Sandhurst survive GOAL ATTACK?
A Kiss, A Dance & A Diamond - Helen Lacey Kieran O'Sullivan never let anything - or anyone - stand in his way.
I erinned with Dad, as the rain began to fall on the iron roof, drumming along with Mr Manderson, but crying instead of smiling. I forgot to thank Dad when we went back to our own sides, and I didn't bother to sit down because my dress ...