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When Felix's parents take him to "The Divide"--a spot in Costa Rica where the waters that run down to the Pacific and Atlantic oceans separate--Felix finds himself in a bizarre parallel world where mythical creatures and magic are a reality.
There, he meets Betony, a tangle child and herbalist who becomes his friend in this strange land. As Felix explores this new world he soon discovers that its mythical beasts and fairy folk think Felix is a legendary creature who uses practical science instead of magic! Will Felix ever find his way back home...and will he want to?
Ramson. “Oh yes,” replied Helvella. “You can get them just about anywhere.” “Hang on,” said Tansy. “How have they managed to test them so quickly?” Helvella gave her a sharp look. “Surely you’re not suggesting that GP would put untested remedies in the shops?” “Of course not,” said Ramson. The idea was preposterous. “I’d like to know a bit more about the safety procedures,” said Tansy obstinately. “Look,” said Helvella, “I must dash. I’m going to a wailing concert. The tickets cost a small
to the safe and removed a wooden box. He opened it, and took out the two shiny black pebbles within. Then he rubbed the first one. The pebble started to glow, and a putrid stench filled the room. The sinistrom slowly materialised, gradually losing its transparency until it was a solid being. Snakeweed rubbed the second pebble, and another sinistrom took shape. He put both the pebbles back in the box, returned it to the safe and recited the closing spell. Then he went and sat down again, and
“She’ll be back in Geddon by now,” said Architrex uncomfortably. “She can wait, then. And the tangle-child got away too, didn’t she?” Architrex felt sick. He’d never had so many failures in all his two hundred and fifty-three years before. Snakeweed suddenly changed the subject. “I have my researchers working on the dimension business,” he said. “They’re making good progress, but not good enough. What we really need is a brazzle, to do the calculations.” “I’ve never heard of a brazzle
wait until the end of the next act, so as not to attract too much attention to itself. The small-tail’s solo finally came to an end, with a complicated trill on a set of pipes. “Not enough definition between the notes, and far too fast,” criticised the flame-bird, before departing. Two more acts passed before the bird returned. “Well?” said Betony, the second the bird landed. “It’s there all right,” said the flame-bird. “Strength in Feathers – that’s the one, isn’t it? It’s a big book. Now all
That light thing obviously can’t be magic; it has to be science. I don’t know what to say.” “Can you do magic?” “Not much,” Betony confessed. “I hate school.” “Isn’t there anything you can show me?” “I come from a family of herbalists, and that’s what I’m meant to become when I grow up. It’s really boring. I can cure bruises.” “I’ve got one on my knee,” said Felix, remembering. “Oh, right,” said Betony. She glanced round the glade. Then she spotted a plant with little yellow flowers, and