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Christmas Stories


Here’s a link to In the Bleak Midwinter, a short story set in the world of Mortal Engines and featuring Shrike and young Hester. I wrote about ten years ago, and it was my first collaboration with Sarah McIntyre, who did the illustrations - we were still trying to work out how we were going to work together in those days. My version vanished when my old website went down, there’s still a copy on Sarah’s website

And here’s a Christmas story we wrote about our Roly Poly Flying Pony, Kevin. Like the Mortal Engines one, it’s a good few years old, and we drag it out every December and dust the cobwebs off it, but it may be new to some of you. 


Happy Christmas!

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