FELICITY PENNYWEATHER AND THE GIBBLINS OF IDDON
FELICITY PENNYWEATHER AND THE GIBBLINS OF IDDON Felicity is a quiet nine-year-old country girl who was orphaned at the age of two. After her Aunt purchases an old cottage she falls into a toadstool ring and is whisked away to a magical land called Iddon. Fairy-like creatures called Gibblins take her on a journey of mystery, magic and excitement with her puppy called Buttons. She discovers that she can live forever in this magical land, she can even return on every full moon. But all is not what it seems. There is a twist in the story when she realises the old man who previously owned the cottage has been living in the Land of Iddon disguised as a Gibblin. He sends Felicity on a very important mission.	In Store Price: $AU21.95 Online Price:   $AU20.95 ISBN: 1-9210-0519-X Format: A5 Paperback Number of pages: 193 Genre:  Fiction/Children
Author: Jan Morrison  Imprint: Zeus Publisher: Zeus Publications Date Published: 2005 Language: English

THE AUTHOR 

Jan Morrison and her husband of thirty years live in Albany Creek Queensland. 

Jan never thought she would be a writer until the strange appearance of a huge toadstool ring in her back garden. 

The ring of toadstools sent her imagination racing, and this magical story emerged after six months of intense writing, then several months of re-writing. 

Jan has several passions in life: her family, boating every other weekend with her husband, this time is used for writing and relaxing. Working on this manuscript has just been the most satisfying thing. 

CHAPTER 1 

THE COTTAGE 

It was a full moon the night Felicity and her parents swerved off the gravel road in their old van. The fog was thick and swirling with the light breeze that had come out of nowhere. They plunged down the cliff at a little seaside town on their way home from visiting family. Felicity’s parents had not survived the accident. Luckily though she had been strapped into her car seat in the back. At the age of two she was too young to realise the consequences of what had happened to her. Someone had held her hand and said it would be okay. That someone had a tiny little voice, and was soft and fluttery. Who was that…?  She told Felicity she would stay with her till help came. Then she was gone.  

At the age of nine Felicity still has vivid flash backs to that fateful day.  Aunt Lydia had arrived with the rescue people. She gathered Felicity up and held her tightly against her big warm body. She has felt loved and cared forever since. Aunty always makes sure she gets at least one hug a day, sometimes she gets lots of hugs. It depends how good she has been.

            For as long as she can remember, Felicity has had a feeling someone is with her in her sleep, or watching over her during the day.

She often has the same dream, over and over again, of a far off magical land, with strange creatures in it. Nobody gets old in this land… Is someone putting these thoughts in her head? 

Felicity is a shy little girl. She hates being teased about her long blonde curly hair. Even more than that she hates that she has to wear glasses, they irritate her upturned nose. Much to her Aunty’s disgust, Felicity wears denim overalls all the time, her Aunty tries to get her to wear dresses, but that just doesn’t work.

Aunty Lydia scowls at her over her horn-rimmed spectacles when she refuses to wear the pretty dresses she buys her. Felicity is fascinated when she watches her Aunty plait her long grey hair. She winds it around and around the top of her head like a turban. Felicity often wonders, if it came undone could she use it as a lasso? Or maybe it would fly off like a great wriggling snake. Aunty Lydia always seems to be wearing an apron, and is always in the kitchen cooking jams and chutney. Felicity hates chutney but loves her Aunty’s jams.

She loves her Aunty Lydia dearly, but that doesn’t mean she gets on well with her all the time. Felicity often thinks of her Aunt as Aunty Grumble-Bum. Felicity giggles at her Aunty when she wears knee-high stockings under her favourite floral dresses. This makes her knobbly knees show.

Felicity sometimes just gets on her bike and rides down to the river. In summer this is her favourite place to be. She rides her old red bike along the dusty gravel track, running out of town, to go swimming in the cool dark water at the local swimming hole. As she passes the old weatherboard cottage down by the river, she sees Mr and Mrs Brookly tending their garden, or just sitting in the old wicker chairs in the cool of the old pear tree. She loves talking to Mr and Mrs Brookly. Felicity looked forward to seeing them as she passed the cottage. She often dreamt of what the house might be like inside. Felicity loved the old cottage and often wished that she lived there.

Once, when she was riding past the cottage, she stopped, she could have sworn that she saw fairy-like creatures in the garden. Not fairies; they seemed to be some other type of creatures. What was that she had seen? They were dancing in the sunlight as it filtered through the branches of the old oak tree.

She must have been imagining things because when she looked closer there was nothing in the tree.

Had they gone? Were they there in the first place? 

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