Ages 12 and up
'I wonder what else there is. What else we might set free by accident.'
The Tower has summoned Strength to the Old Place, between Barclay's Bank and Marks and Spencer's.
The Finchbottom Vale is nestled comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, those who are lucky enough to live there think of it as the rose between two thorns.
In the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere, which was the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale, stood Mornington Manor which was the beating heart of the Mornington Estate.
'Tentacle things...all bright and shiny...like that thing with all the snakes on its head...' 'The Medusa,' said Mrs Brenton.
The Tower comes alive. Which is a shame if you've just started your Fat Rascal. Image: Author's own feeble attempt.
The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills, and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins and an important part of the parish was the Greenwood Guesthouse owned and run by divorcee Janita Front.
Donna Harding had enjoyed a successful career in the Downshire Constabulary, due to her diligence and hard work she had reached the rank of Detective Constable. And had done so largely without regrets but she had arrived in her early thirties with her integrity, looks and figure intact, but she still lived the existence of a singleton.
Frank had planned to meet up with a friend in Purplemere at a restaurant called “La Florenza” but he cancelled at the eleventh hour. He had already booked himself a room at the Lamb and Flag so as he had already made the journey into town he decided to stick with his plan and make his own amusement.
In the wee small hours Before the first Morning light When Night lights glow Amid crickets songs Cool breezes Finger through Open windows Billowing...
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