Hide & Seek
A boy who finds his power, A dual to end all battles, and a grandmother who does much more than baking cookies.
Nathan now fourteen, must find a way to end the Hazlett’s rule and gain the throne back for his mother. He has the help of Kings from England’s past, but Clebbster brings a few families members back from the dead himself. How on earth will Nathan defeat them.
Yaark is still creeping around, and Poppy discovers that she’s the one destined to fight him. Everybody needs a friend in times of trouble and luckily both Nathan and Poppy find they have more than they thought!
Granny and others lend a helping hand but how will it end? Will the Octobrs get the throne back? And will Lashtang be free of Yaark at last?
Hide & Seek is the sixth and final book in the Bannister Muster series, so if you love magical lands, awesome action, cool medieval cities, and the strangest creatures yet discovered, then you’ll love Barbara Gaskell Denvil’s middle grade adventure series.
A short excerpt from Chapter One
The tiger leapt.
The leap was high over their heads, so they were all staring up, seeing the tiger’s front legs reaching forwards, claws spread, his back legs curled up beneath him, and his tail straight out behind.
Everyone gasped and bent down while still gazing up.
Landing on the wide cobbled street that led to the outer gates, the tiger turned with one bound and faced them, barring their way back into the city. He snarled, mouth gaping to show the rows of sharp teeth.
Peter continued to play. The tune was soft and gentle, the notes plaintive and melancholy, an ancient Lashtang melody which the Lady Tryppa had taught him. The notes grew high and sad as he plucked the strings, the lute resting against his shoulder, his fingers quick and practised. He neither paused nor hesitated.
And then, very sweet and soft behind him, the tune was repeated in harmony and at last Peter turned.
Lady Tryppa was standing there in the darkening shadows, her lute to her shoulder and her fingers to the strings. She was smiling at Peter as she played.
With a sigh, the great tiger sank down. The music paralysed him. He could not attack, nor could he make any sound. His jaws snapped shut, his eyes half closed and for a moment it seemed that he could not even move. He lowered his head and laid it on his paws as he sank down. It appeared that Yaark slept.
Peter almost dropped his lute and ran into the lady’s arms. She wrapped her white fur cloak around him and kissed the top of his hair. “My dear boy,” she murmured, “Your music is as beautiful as I could ever imagine. I have stayed away too long. I missed my most talented student. But now, before the creature wakes, we must be gone.”
Having run forwards to open the gates, Nathan pushed, then kicked, at the heavy wooden doors, which swung with a creak and a burst of last daylight, and with Peter now playing the sea shanty he had recently learned from the crew of Christopher Columbus, they all ran out into the grasslands beyond Peganda City, breathing in the crisp twilight and the perfumes of wild flowers and the river winding to the north.
Alice was singing. “The autumn colours, oh the reds, the copper, the orange and brown.”
Grabbing her hand, Alfie ran on along the wide country path. Poppy yelled. “Not too far, Alfie. We need to call the Sky-train.”
But Tryppa shook her head. “I am not quite as useless as that,” she smiled. “Keep close together, and we shall all be back in the cottage by the count of three.”
“One – two – three. And here, with the sun sinking behind our own garden gate, we are home amongst our friends.”
It was Poppy, hands on her hips, who said, “Come on, tell us.”
“I think we should go inside,” Nathan said. “And tell Dad and Granny and Zakmeister at the same time. Look, Sherdam’s putting the kettle on.” So they were sitting all squashed up together around the kitchen table with hot chocolate or tea, and biscuits in their hands, when Nathan continued, saying, “I’ve got something to tell you all..”