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                                      RMOOR:




             THE TRIALS OF MORRIGAN CROW

                Get lost in this addictive new series about a cursed girl who
              escapes death and finds herself in a magical world, but is then
                         tested beyond her wildest imagination...

                        know what you’re
                                               hand through his wilting coppery
                        thinking,’ said Jupiter
                                               updo and, taking Morrigan’s
                        as they locked Octavia
                                               hand with the other, led her
                        up in a private parking
                                               along the chilly streets as the
                  ‘Igarage. He pulled
                                               sky began to lighten. ‘We’ve
                  a chain next to the vast rolling
                                               got great architecture,’
                  door and it descended. The
                                               he continued. ‘Lovely
                  air was frosty, turning their
                                               restaurants. Reasonably
                  breath to clouds of steam.
                                               reliable public transport.
                  ‘Nevermoor. If it’s so great,
                  why haven’t you heard of it?
                                              The climate’s great – cold in
                  Truth is, Morrigan, this is the best
                                              winter, not cold in not winter.
                  place – the best place – in all
                                              Much as you’d expect. Oh, and
                  the Unnamed Realm.’
                                              the beaches! The beaches.’ He
                                              looked thoughtful. ‘The beaches
                 He paused to slip out of his
                                              are rubbish, actually, but you
                 tailored blue overcoat and
                                              can’t have everything.’
                 drape it around Morrigan’s
                 shoulders. It was much too long   Morrigan was struggling to keep
                 for her, and her arms didn’t   up, not just with Jupiter’s rapid
                    quite reach the end of the   fire monologue but also with
                     sleeves, but she hugged   his long, skinny legs, which
                     it close, revelling in its   were half skipping, half running
                     warmth. Jupiter ran one   down a street signposted
                                              humdinger avenue.
                                              ‘Sorry,’ she panted, half
                                              hobbling and half limping
                                              from the cramp that was
                                             beginning to seize her calf.
                                             ‘Could we . . . slow . . . down
                                             a bit?’
                                             ‘Can’t. It’s almost time.’
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