Breaking news! I’ve written a book entitled ‘The Wolfling’s Bite’ for Little Island’s ‘Nightmare Club’ series. They’re quirky little horrors for young readers, and at about 2,000 words, they’re a little longer than my Mad Grandad books. Here’s the blurb:
‘Jessie was nuts about her cute little Wolfling toy. But her brother had heard rumours about Wolflings: they could move without being switched on. They could turn nasty. He even heard that they could bite.
‘Read it, if you dare – and hang onto your nose!’
The size and format of books in this series are the kind of thing I think we need a lot more of. 
There’s a little upstart named Annie Graves who claims the credit for all the stories in the series, but pay no attention to her . . . she’s an attention-seeking, conniving little minx who profits from the stories of her friends.
And I’m not scared of her ‘cauldron’ either. Not much, anyway.
There’s another book coming out next month, alongside ‘The Wolfling’s Bite’, which Annie says she wrote, but I just don’t believe her. It’s entitled ‘Frankenkids’, and I think she’s got the real author psyched out. While this is an great little series, sure to disturb and horrify innocent young readers, I urge you not to buy or borrow either of these books. That little cow Graves doesn’t deserve it.
Hey Oisin – loved the story. Hope you liked the illustrations! 😉
Think it’s a lovely job, Glenn, thanks. Sorry for the delay in replying!
Hi Oisín,
Annie here, not amused about your comments on buying MY books how am I supposed to feed hugh shallby & much misunderstood and keep the fire gong under the Calderon. I am the one who does all the hard work!!! See you on Tuesday, xxx Annie
Hi Annie. Your comment is noted. You may think you’re scary, with your cauldron and your weird creatures, but as was confirmed on Tuesday, I’m bigger than you. And I’ve heard the story about what happened to your parents, and I’m still not scared. Not much, anyway. You’ll have your time in the limelight, but the truth about your conniving will be exposed one day. I hope.
Well I hope you want to put your money where your mouth is cause when I saw you on Tuesday you squealed like a little girl when I threatened to put you in my cauldron. You may be bigger than me but I could take you anytime. Hugh shalby could to so watch yourself
Sorry for the delay in putting this up, Annie. It’s been a bit of a mental couple of weeks. Please put the cauldron away.