Laurence Knighton: 16 books

Danger preys on leathery wings in the sky over Narmly Woods. It breathes scorching fire and has a powerful appetite. But an unlikely hero has been born in an abandoned nest atop the tallest spire of Faraway Peaks. With tiny wings and a long, little snout, he’s not like others. It will take first-time...

The Other Side of Scary - Book 4 Ghosts exist in another dimension, but why we see them is a mystery. They’re really over there, but here, too. What happens when a ghost of the scariest kind takes a vacation from what he does best and explores that other dimension? Might Boo Bangles never return to Far Hollow and his favorite haunt in the old abandoned house?

When cold wind blows out of Narmly Woods on its way to meet the muddy waters of eerie Perchmire Swamp, don’t go near Bloodbridge, sunup or sundown. That’s when unearthly screams of red-faced howlergoons turn dark hair snowy white. “They haunt, they hunt, they’ll steal your soul!” Gwendyl...

The first in the Tales of Tossledowns series, this delightful, witty narration is where all the stories begin—beneath the sagging floorboards of an old house atop Karnberry Hill when a rare tomebeetle stumbled into the sticky snare of a yellow spinspider. To postpone the spider’s appetite, the...

A Very Scary Merry Christmas - Book 1 Boo Bangles is as scary as they come, and anyone who has ever been inside the old abandoned house across from Far Hollow's only park would agree. Horribly mean, foul, and ugly to a barely-there fault, he's a ghost and that's his job, especially each Halloween...

Young Marty Spants was afraid to go to sleep at night. Not because he lived next door to the old abandoned house where Boo Bangles haunted. Something was in his closet that only he could see. It would take a plan, a good friend, a bully and a pranking ghost's desire for a good scare to unravel the mystery.

The mighty Waterlove is the lifeblood for a pod of otterwills that live along the lush, grassy shores below the roiling waters of Faller Cliffs. Anything they could ever want is there for the asking. But one morning they awake to find their perfect world has come unraveled. The river is gone! To find...

There’s place amongst the old hardwood trees of Marwood so well hidden that one can only imagine where it might be. Those who know visit the trees because the secluded spot makes them feel good. They’re convinced the old trees grow just for them, which is why they do their best to keep the location...

Unusual lights have been hovering over Far Hollow. Secret aircraft? UFOs? Imagination? Whatever they are, everyone is in a nervous uproar, even the town’s only ghost. When a beam of blue light penetrates the old house where Boo Bangles haunts, he confronts how his scary talents may not be enough to do what he does best. What’s a ghost to do?

Not just anyone can be a wizard. It doesn’t happen that way. The touch is either there at birth or it’s not there at all. Lilylong has the touch but she doesn’t know. Not yet. With the help of a mischievous friend, a special coiled stick and a grumpy, eccentric neighbor, she embarks on an adventure that will change her life forever.

Young woglets never heard about great, great, great grandpa Hog Wog before. He was a pioneer of sorts, the first to set down roots in the haggard canyons of Waterloom. Little did he know that at certain times of the year giants traipse from the other side of the Outer Plains to cool their tired feet...

Once a year, the quiet catteracks of Lowdly host a hollering contest out in the windy Scatterocks. Many will try but only one ever wins. This year a bellowing murmoose is sure to give a good shout. So might the efforts of a loud-mouthed joinerworm or a scruffy orangilla that can imitate the jarring...

Marley loved the smell of Perchmire Swamp. It’s why the muckerrat built a cozy den so near the muddy waters. First to report the strange lights, he only spoke of them briefly, and not once after did he mention them again. He might have had the luxury of forgetting had events not changed the possibility. The lights were flickering again, and only he knew why.

Out in the vast, wind-swept tunder there is a community so small it easily fits on the end of a fingertip. It’s Mynoot and like all productive citizens, a chutterbug's only interest is sourgrass. It’s their whole lives, what they do, all they have ever known. But the old sourgrass plant is rumored to be dying. Were that to happen, what would chutterbugs do?