Rachel Burge

Part ghost story, part Nordic mystery - a creepy and chilling tale steeped in Norse myth, perfect for fans of Neil Gaiman and Michelle Paver's DARK MATTER.Martha can tell things about a person just by touching their clothes, as if their emotions and memories have been absorbed into the material. It started the day she fell from the tree at her grandma's cabin and became blind in one eye.Determined to understand her strange ability, Martha sets off to visit her grandmother, Mormor - only to discover Mormor is dead, a peculiar boy is in her cabin and a terrifying creature is on the loose.Then the spinning wheel starts creaking, books move around and terror creeps in . . .Set in the remote snows of contemporary Norway, THE TWISTED TREE is a ghost story that twists and turns - and never takes you quite where you'd expect.

Deep in a forest in Northern Norway lies the Circus of Myth & Mayhem. Martha is certain that unsolved mysteries are hidden there - and talks her way into getting a job as a psychic. She soon learns there's something very strange about the circus. Costumed performers re-enact stories of the Norse gods wearing masks, which move and change expression, yet no one notices but her. And then there's the creepy jester who invites her to 'play'. When an old friend shows up at the circus Martha is thrown into turmoil. Is he there because he misses her or because he wants to stop her discovering the truth? And he isn't the only liar she has to worry about. Loki has taken an interest in the circus and Martha finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of the gods. She must look behind the mask and see what's really happening . . . before it's too late.

'I tried to keep you safe, but I see now that I can't. They won't stop until they have you . . .' When Ivy's search for her mother draws her to a remote Welsh isle, she uncovers a dark secret about her past. An ancient and corrupt power is stalking Ivy, and her only chance of survival is to look deep within herself. For not every story in legend is true, and some evils are not what they seem. A darkly spellbinding tale of female empowerment, steeped in Welsh mythology and Arthurian legend.

Pour savoir qui l'on est, il faut savoir d'où l'on vient Je n’ai aucun souvenir de ma chute. Ce que je sais, c’est que depuis je ressens les émotions des gens en les touchant. Alors je décide de retourner là où l’accident s’est produit : chez ma grand-mère en Norvège. Elle pourra peut-être me dire ce qui m’arrive. Mais quand je débarque sur l’île de Skejbne où elle habite, elle est introuvable. Un garçon inconnu squatte sa maison. Et des ombres étranges gravitent autour de l’arbre dont je suis tombée…