|About the Book|
Children of all ages will love the characters in this emotional rollercoaster ride of a story, and most adults too. A thoroughly gripping yarn from start to end.K. M. Salisbury is a mother of two and a pre-school teacher. So she understands whatMoreChildren of all ages will love the characters in this emotional rollercoaster ride of a story, and most adults too. A thoroughly gripping yarn from start to end.K. M. Salisbury is a mother of two and a pre-school teacher. So she understands what children like and want in their bedtime stories. A bit of suspense, a bit of fear, a lot of scary... but lots of nice things too.The story is set to rhyme which will help keep your childs attention and also teach them how words sound and work together. Theyll be finishing off your sentences before you know it. And each verse comes with a wonderful illustration to keep your child entertained while you read.Heres the first chapter (...youll have to buy to find out what happens next!)The Tale Of Brynley - The Little FlameIn the village of Tinglewick there was a cottage made from brick.The house was owned by an old lady, known by all as Mrs Brady.All her life she’d been alone, ageing with decaying home.Living mostly without light, the Brady world was one of night.Then one day while it was dark, in a corner came a spark.First a pinprick, small and shiny, then a glimmer, very tiny.The birth of Brynley there took place, a lick of fire with glowing face.At first he was the only flame, but soon after others came.The little embers lived together, believing they’d be there forever.But Brynley knew all was not well and looked for somewhere else to dwell.So off he went to pastures new, not knowing where to head off to.Along the way he saw strange creatures, looming with their ugly features.But all of them seemed very still, lined up for regimental drill.Staring fate right in the eye, Brynley went for do or die.Rushing past these scary strangers, Brynley thought of all the dangers.Soon though he had made it through to somewhere that a cold wind blew.The small flame flickered in the breeze then he gave a mighty sneeze.I wish I hadn’t started out Brynley realized filled with doubt.Now the flame was getting lonely, wanting somewhere warm and homely.He knew that he must find a home, but made of what? A box, some stone?He also knew he should take care for burning things he had a flair.Suddenly there came a rumble as a candle took a tumble.It rolled across the wooden floor, right past Brynley to the door.The flame ran to a hiding place and disappeared without trace.Finally he peered out. What was that awful noise about?There he saw a pale taper, reeling from its scary caper.The candle lay there feeling queasy, getting up might not be easy.Brynley saw the creature’s plight and rushed to give him extra light.“Are you hurting from your fall?” he enquired, so quiet and small.“Yes, a little,” said the candle, feeling round to find a handle.Then came the words “Do you have a name?” from the helpful little flame.“I don’t know why you need to know, but I am Wicks, so there you go.“But who are you?” asked battered Wicksy, “a little elf, an evil pixie?”“I am Brynley, a little flame, if you want to know my name.”Wicksy struggled to his feet, checking he was still complete.“I must return to the big table, if of course I am still able.”“But I doubt I’ll reach that high,” he added with a little sigh.