There is a hidden treasure in the grand old mansion on Piccadilly Street, in a place called London, but not the real London of English fame. There’s also a lot of mystery and a murder that’s been unsolved for decades. But it’s the treasure that captures Mary’s interest.
Mary lives in this house along with her family, her Brownie friends and a ghost. When the ghost reveals her secret about the hidden treasure, there’s no stopping Mary, her Brownie friends, or her enemies from searching for this treasure.
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Emily-Jane Hills Orford is an award-winning author of several books, including Gerlinda (CFA 2016) which received an Honorable Mention in the 2016 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards, To Be a Duke (CFA 2014) which was named Finalist and Silver Medalist in the 2015 Next Generation Indie Book Awards and received an Honorable Mention in the 2015 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards. She writes about the extra-ordinary in life and her books, short stories, and articles are receiving considerable attention. For more information on the author, check out her website at: http://emilyjanebooks.ca
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Longer Excerpt #1:
Yes, she was going
to Scotland. It was a dream of hers to visit Scotland, the land of Brownies and
grand storytelling. Her Granny was born in Glasgow and spent her early years
visiting family in Kinross and at Blair Castle, the home of the Murray clan
chief. That’s where they were headed: Blair Castle. Granny was taking Mary and
their collection of Brownies, and, of course, the ghost, across the ocean. They
were flying. Mary’s first airplane ride. Mary’s first visit outside of Canada.
Mary’s first visit overseas. A lot of firsts. It was all very exciting.
The Brownies weren’t convinced.
Neither was Mrs. Murray. And she was the ghost. They all wanted to go. It was
their home. Or, at least it had been their home a long time ago. But flying?
That was unnatural. It went against the laws of physics. It went against the
laws of their magical powers, too. It was one thing to conjure up a spell and
become invisible, or to grow bigger like Brunny did the first time he met Mary.
Scared her, too. But that was months ago and the two were now fast friends.
“I can’t go,” a voice sobbed from
somewhere underneath the growing piles of unpacked clothes. It was Briddie. “I
just can’t go. Flying? No! I can’t!”
“We must, Briddie.” Brunny appeared
near the folded pyjamas, Mary’s favorite pink ones. “There is so much we have
to resolve. And I want to see our cousins and Pelly’s son. Perhaps they have
grandchildren. I want to know. Don’t you? Don’t you want to connect with our
family and friends?”
“Yes, Brunny. But flying?” She
peaked out from underneath the pyjamas. “I can’t go inside a metal cavern and
allow it to take off into the air, thousands of feet off the ground. Once
inside, there’s no escape. We’ll be stuck. Inside. Forever.”
“Just eight hours,” Mary
interrupted. “And it’s overnight, so we can sleep the whole time. We’ll be
there first thing in the morning.”
“No! No! No! It was bad enough
getting on that boat and floating out into the deep, blue ocean. But flying
over it? No! I can’t! I just can’t.”
Mary stood there watching the
exchange. It was actually a little comical. This couple were the bravest people
she had ever met, considering all their past adventures. They really weren’t
people, though. They were Brownies. Little people. They lived between the walls
and underneath the floors. Magical little people who once called Scotland their
home. And they were old. Extremely old. Mary wasn’t sure how old, but they all
talked of things they did three and four hundred years ago.
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