Anna Cliff

The Crystal Palace Dinosaurs were not what they seemed. They were so still, at first glance they looked like statues… but if you looked very closely, you might be able to see them breathing!

Eric Frizzworth lived in a secret grotto beneath Crystal Palace Park.

… but Betty’s favourite thing to do was fly.

It was, by far, the best thing about being a bat…

He sobbed into the dark night… who would rescue him from his thorny prison?

Sometimes the book of spells would fling itself open and start chattering away to itself…

Hawthorne helpfully handed out cheese and pineapple to the party guests.

The buried treasure crept up through his branches, shining like a beacon in the morning sunshine.

H.M.S Pickle had no idea where she was going, nor what she would do when she got there…

… then at the last moment he found an empty burrow, and sheltered from the storm.

She suddenly realised how much she missed her little Dutch friend…

The cave smelled of magic, like wet stone and lightning.

“Damn Your Eyes!”

“Too Late”

Her new friends swam by her side as she descended into the murky depths.

What would she find when she reached the bottom?

Every summer Betty would visit her favourite Auntie at Frankie’s Bat Motel in Transylvania.

All of the spells were kept in a secret tower in the woods…