Jon Jacks: 36 books

For a crust to keep her alive, Prytani will tell your future: for when she merges with her little vixen Tamesis, she can journey into the underworld.Her own world is one of towers on glass hills, ships who steer themselves, swords that sing, mermaids and werewolves, all of it about to be shattered...

Witch one will they choose?What would you do if you found an ancient pair of witch’s slippers in the old cottage you were staying at?Janet, who loves Lee (who loves Maxine), tries them on.Maxine, who loves Greg (who prefers Janet), tries them on.Then they find a book of potions.Then they...

It’s true that queens are a game’s most truly magical, powerful pieces.It’s a lie that only two queens lie before us.The old queen, of serpents and crows, is rumoured to have stolen the True CrossThe young queen, of hawks and wolves, may have sworn to see the royal baby lie dead.The new queen...

If you were offered the chance to be totally irresistible, even to the most gorgeous boy you know, would you stop to think there might just be the tiniest bit of a catch?Well, I didn’t.And believe me, it wasn’t a tiny catch. It was the worst catch of all.See, it turns out the girl I thought was...

Ugly? Who the heck first started calling me ugly in that complete fairytale?I mean, relatively speaking, anyone’s ugly compared to some lucky girl gifted with a magical beauty!And all that magic is still lying there in that glass slipper she left behind…All I need to do is find it…

The Sprig o’ Thyme no longer hunts whales. The captain’s enlisted his first girl, me, because he finds my singing enchanting. It seems it’s perfect for luring a new prey. Mermaids.

We all know we should appreciate the magic of Christmas.That we should enjoy it as a child enjoys it.But Jake’s a child and he doesn’t enjoy it.At least, not until he meets a thousand-year-old girl…

Many people spend entire lives trying to work out why they’re here.Unfortunately, I know precisely why I’m here.See, I came with instructions.In fact, I came in a box.Trouble is, I’m faulty goods…