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Someone knows Natalie is special. He knows her mother came from a mysterious world called Earthaven. He knows her father is a Thrall, who sells spells between the worlds. He knows Natalie is the only one with the power to keep him from destroying Earthaven. And he’ll do anything to stop her.

Earthaven is a place of breathtaking wonder, where unicorns roam and giant trees talk. But if Natalie doesn’t act soon, Earthaven will be lost. Can she save this strange and beautiful world – and fulfil her destiny?  

A sparkling new cover look for Spellfall to coincide with publication of Katherine Roberts’ new epic novel I Am the Great Horse. From the Branford Boase Award-winning author of Song Quest.

Reviews:

'Unicorns, Spell Lords and the Death Head Gang join together to give a thrilling and fast-paced fantasy adventure with shades of Tolkien and Pullman. Superb.' BOOKSELLER

'Involving and suspenseful.' SUNDAY TIMES

'A welcome and well-written addition to the sorcery genre.' OBSERVER

'A spellbinder! I raced enchanted through every twist and turn.' JEAN URE

Worldwide sales of 100,000 copies.

            Natalie saw the first spell in the supermarket car park.

            It was floating in a puddle near the recycling bins, glimmering bronze and green in the October drizzle. At first she thought it was a leaf, though as she drew closer it began to look more like a crumpled sweet wrapper – a very interesting sweet wrapper.

            Pick me up, it seemed to say, glittering intriguingly. Surely I’m worth a closer look?

            She shook her head and hurried past. She was wet and cold and had more things to worry about than picking up someone else’s litter. But the trap had been baited by one who knew a lot more about spells than she did. Before she knew what she was doing, she’d put down her chinking carrier bags and gone back for it.

            As her hand closed about the wrapper, a voice behind her whispered, 'Innocent enough to crawl through the Thrallstone.'

            Natalie pushed her glasses up her nose and stared round uneasily.      Anyone close enough to have spoken was either hurrying to their car with a loaded shopping trolley or still driving in circles like her stepmother and step-brother, looking for a space to park.

            “Who’s there?” she said sharply.

            Rain danced on the metal roofs of the bins.

            No answer.

            Skin prickling, Natalie stared across the river meadows at the wooded slopes beyond. The car park was on the edge of town and the recycling bins were in the corner furthest from the supermarket. This might have seemed bad planning for an eco-friendly development like Millennium Green, except the original plans showed a housing estate was to have been built on the meadows.       The official excuse was that the floods would cost too much to divert but everyone at Natalie’s school knew the truth. People didn’t want to live in the shadow of Unicorn Wood because it was haunted.