Publisher Description

Edwin really doesn't want to be a big brother. Forced to move house, start a new school and make way for this unwelcome interloper in his parents' affections, he feels like everything is chaos. But things might not be as bad as he fears, as Edwin makes an unusual pen-pal, Lanthorne, who introduces him to a strange world filled with dark secrets and thrilling adventures.
This excitement seems safe until those secrets and adventures start to intrude on Edwin's life and, more worryingly, on the life of his baby sister. Can Edwin and Lanthorne work together to save Mandoline from the evil Aunt Necra? And can they figure out why Lanthorne's family is so divided, and what the terrible secret is that so many people seem to know all about but refuse to share with Edwin?

Author Biography

Gerald Killingworth read English at Cambridge and for much of his writing career he was an English teacher.He has produced fantasy novels for adults (Hy Brazil) and children (Lord of the Silver Hand) and continues to publish poetry. Living in Dorset, not far from Thomas Hardy's birthplace, Gerald enjoys and participates in English folk culture, singing and morris dancing. These have a habit of sneaking into his writing.

Review

   • "Wry, grisly and pleasingly grotesque"--Guardian
   • "The strange and creepy world of Lanthorne Ghules makes for a horribly entertaining read" Chris Priestley

Long Description

What starts as a little sibling rivalry escalates into a life-or-death threat to a little sister. Can Edwin save his baby sister from the terrible dangers of the Dead World? Edwin really doesn't want to be a big brother. Forced to move house, start a new school and make way for this unwelcome interloper in his parents' affections, he feels like everything is chaos. But things might not be as bad as he fears, as Edwin makes an unusual pen-pal, Lanthorne, who introduces him to a strange world filled with dark secrets and thrilling adventures. This excitement seems safe until those secrets and adventures start to intrude on Edwin's life and, more worryingly, on the life of his baby sister. Can Edwin and Lanthorne work together to save Mandoline from the evil Aunt Necra? And can they figure out why Lanthorne's family is so divided, and what the terrible secret is that so many people seem to know all about but refuse to share with Edwin?

Review Quote

* "Wry, grisly and pleasingly grotesque"--Guardian * "The strange and creepy world of Lanthorne Ghules makes for a horribly entertaining read" Chris Priestley

Excerpt from Book

Mr Robbins paced up and down checking measurements, which Edwin had to write down in a notebook, and he looked all over for traces of rot and woodworm. From time to time he yelped. Edwin thought this was probably a dangerous sign. When Mr Robbins decided on a second tour, yelps still included, Edwin stayed behind in the brightest of the downstairs rooms, writing his own comments to show his mother later. No furniture had been left by the last owner, but Edwin found a comfortable seat on the broad stone hearth. Leaning his back against the edge of the fireplace, which was made of three more blocks of the same stone, he settled his behind into a shallow dip and made a few inexpert drawings with arrows and labels. As he sat there sketching and writing, a slight fall of soot from the chimney made him start. He looked into the deep grate. It still contained the remains of the last fire lit there, some charred logs and a handful of sheets of paper. What could these sheets of paper tell him about the last owners, he wondered and dislodged one of them with his pen. It had printing on it and was probably no more than a year-old newspaper. Curiosity made him cast his eye over it, all the same, and it turned out to be a series of advertisements, or parts of advertisements, with the charring from the fire obliterating much of what had been written. Has proved spectacularly useful in locating those who are suspected of being lost in the mists of time, he read. What an odd thing to write. Green scabs peel themselves off, apologize and vanish in minutes. That was even odder. He couldn''t make out the name of the product, but who on earth would need to buy it? Then there were some "personals". If you encounter my brother, please tell him that we have forgiven the fizzing warts. Edwin laughed. He liked magazines like this, with spoof stories and joke advertisements. He turned to the corner of the page where you could read about Pen Pals of every taste, shape and length of nose. I''d like a pen pal, he thought. One I don''t have to write to in French, though. That''s too much like hard work. He set about finding a new imaginary friend, from the brief list that had not gone up in flames. One description in particular caught his eye: Young creature just learning the ways and how to make up his own mind, seeks equally positive youngster not put off by other family members with revolting habits. They are of that kind, but I''m not allowed to say too much. If all you have to do in the evenings is listen to your own animated thoughts, then drop me a line. Replies may be placed in a convenient chimney and will be responded to unless they fall into the wrong hands. In which case, look out, because I can''t be held responsible. Your new friend, perhaps, L Ghules Edwin chuckled and tore a sheet of paper from his notebook. On it, he wrote: Dear L Ghules, My name is Edwin and I am twelve years old. I would have liked a swimming pool, but I am going to take delivery of a baby instead. My current best friends have stopped being sympathetic. It would be very nice to have a new friend when I have got fed up with being a slave. My parents think I am thrilled to bits, but little do they know. I could tell you what I really think, if you like, and you could do the same. He folded the piece of paper and held it out over the remains of the fire, directly underneath the chimney, meaning to throw it away with the other rubbish. Before he could let go of it, there was a whooshing sound and a brief tug on his fingers. The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, as the piece of paper shot upwards, followed by the distinct sound of machinery--click, then ping. Edwin jumped back, and felt absolutely no temptation to look up the chimney to see where the message had gone and why. His brain said it was an unusual air current, probably, but it also said Get out of there, before anything worse happens, and so that is what he did.

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