Merlin’s Crystal is a complete children’s trilogy of magic and charm. Written by France
s Pawley, this mystical work took me back a few (okay, quite a few) years to the innocence and creativity of childhood.
Twelve-year-old Sylvie stood on the gravel beside her Uncle Bernard’s car, looking up. The house was just as she had seen it in her dreams—dreams she could not understand. Night after night for several weeks she had seen the house, with its vast expanse of garden and trees, the large greenhouse on the right and the beach and the sea on the left, exactly as she was seeing it now. Well, almost exactly, but not quite. She hadn’t seen the new windows. Everything had appeared wild and deserted, locked in dreams of yesterday.Her thoughts were broken by Josh, her year older brother. “Manor Parsley,” he announced, reading the name carved in the stonework above the front door.“Funny name for a house,” he muttered.“I would have thought Parsley Manor,” his best friend Tom said, as he helped Bernard empty the four-wheel-drive of its luggage. Tom was Josh’s best friend and they always did everything together.Yesterday had been Tom’s fourteenth birthday and he regarded this trip to Cornwall as a special treat.“I think it's lovely whatever it’s called,” Sylvie answered, gazing at the building in awe. She thought it a magical place, but everything to Sylvie was magic.“…mm, wonder how old it is?” Tom asked, heaving Sylvie’s pink bag to the ground.“Georgian, 1820,” replied Bernard, as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. “We bought it at auction, thought we were getting a bargain—huh!” He shook his head slightly, and looked up at the high chimneys, shading his eyes from the sun. “Little did we know,” he added.
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