His dreams become reality as destiny takes him on a magical journey through time-travel, into exciting and dangerous adventures with giant creatures of the past, wishes for the present and hope for the future.



In Store Price: $AU27.95 
Online Price:   $AU26.95

ISBN:   978-1-921118-92-0  
Format: Paperback
Number of pages: 246
Genre: Children's Fiction

Buy as a pdf  Ebook version - $AUD9.00

Author: S. X. Williams
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published: 2008
Language: English



I thoroughly enjoyed reading Jimmy Grant and the Dreamweavers. This book of Australian children’s fiction is a work of considerable scope and imagination that is suitable for children and young teens. The story of a young orphaned boy who stows away on a Clipper from England to far away Australia is a magical journey into our country’s history and aboriginal Dreamtime, while showing children valuable life lessons along the way.
When Jimmy Grant is wrongly accused of stealing an egg-shaped stone, he flees with his friend China into the outback and encounters ol’Dhinewan, a wise aborigine who tells them the legend of the Rainbow Serpent.
Dreams that become reality, time-travel and exciting and dangerous adventures are woven together in this compelling story. I found the work well written with good descriptive narrative.
The characters are well crafted and excellently developed thus drawing the reader into the action of the novel. I found the author has a natural flair in writing for children and the dialogue is appropriate for the characters and situations of that era.
The various settings and movements from one to the other maintain the pace of the story development and the author keeps up the interest that takes the reader through the book. I found the overall presentation of the work excellent with strong creative writing and original storyline.

Leeanne Saunders


bout the author  

S.X. Williams lives with her family in Queensland, Australia.  

She is an accomplished writer and professional artist.  

For many, her children’s novel, Jimmy Grant and the Dreamweavers, will be the beginning of a unique and magical journey.



With the beginning of time and the sands of age, so too came the wills of good and of evil. Cast aside by the powers of the universe, the earth lay dormant for millions of years, a mere wasteland where no life existed, not one ant or human or blade of grass. No oceans or mountains and valleys, only lifeless dust smothered the earth’s surface in endless plains.

Then violently and on the zenith of the full moon so very long ago, Hell surfaced across the planet. Its fury climbed in waves of fire through bottomless fissures scattered upon the earth. The chasms ripped through the crust and the planet rumbled with a threatening roar as it exploded. Vast spirals of dust twisted with rage into the atmosphere, and with ferocity, the centre of the earth’s heart spewed its contents upon the dust - so volatile was the pressure of the heart that great formations of rock were born onto the earth’s surface.

For hundreds of thousands of years, and after the completion of two great rock formations, the fires continued to burn. Then as if all had been forgiven, and the chasms were closing, the planet’s tongues of flames retreated deep into their mistress’s gullet.

Mother Earth had released both her love and her anger onto her face, with the formation of the two incredible rocks – one of good, the other of evil.

Some distance away from each other, both formations resembled a multitude of peaks with differing heights and shades of red ... forever waiting, each alone, in the silent and barren stillness of time, awaiting ... the winds of change. 

Chapter One (PART SAMPLE)

Cold feet - 1852


Bleak were the skies that threatened to drizzle once again.  Endless sheets of grey clouds had covered London for weeks.  It seemed that long since Jimmy Grant had felt warm and loved in his mother’s arms.  He knew this was never to be again, and although wet, he untied his torn and dirty rag-cum-scarf from around his neck.

After wiping his tear-soaked eyes, he reached to wipe away the rainwater from the tiny cross that marked his mother’s new grave. The cross wasn’t painted, only bare timber tied together from scrap wood that he’d found near an old building down by the docks.  Beside his mother’s new grave, he sat on the wet ground and hugged his knees to his chest.  With sadness, Jimmy stared at the elaborate headstones on the surrounding plots.

Once a pauper always a pauper, was the general attitude of London’s people.  He had heard them say it, words spoken from the street urchins up to high society, but he never knew what it meant - up until recently.


Hours became days, and then weeks by his mother’s bedside. There hadn’t been enough money or food for a long time, so without Jimmy’s knowledge his mother had gone without to feed him. Having not eaten much she grew very weak, becoming a victim of pneumonia.

Since falling ill, his mother had been unable to work and fell behind in rent at the hovel they lived in.  A small single room with a dirt floor, windowless cold stone walls, and a multitude of rats. Jimmy recalled the day he pleaded for a doctor to tend his mother.

The doctor refused immediately at first sight of the ragamuffin.

‘Do you have any money lad?’ he asked, glaring above his spectacles.

‘No sir, I’m sorry, we ‘ave no money an’ we ‘ave no food, my mother’s very sick an’ in need of your services.’

‘As I suspected, a pauper! It’ll do you no good to beg, my services are unavailable, now out you go - GO ON BE OFF WITH YOU!’ The doctor shooed him away with fat hands that matched his fat belly and dark piggy eyes. The door slammed shut behind Jimmy as he fled onto the street.

In desperation he ran blindly through the cobblestone streets, darting around and through horses and carriages that filled the road. He just missed being trampled by a horse and buggy. Though as fine as it was that the horse did not strike him, he stumbled; his bare foot caught in a crack in the cobblestone road and held him in harm’s path. Jimmy fell, his arms failed to save him and the force of the stone earth slammed his face, all of the bright lights in his head resembled stars in the sky, then complete blackness fell over him.




Jimmy Grant gradually opened his eyes and suddenly became startled; he knew nothing of where he was. The strange surroundings struck panic like a dagger into his heart that began to pound furiously - his mother, where was she?  He had to go to her now; there was no time to waste!

     He stood quickly from the day bed that he’d been placed on and ran unsteadily for the door on the far side of the large timber-lined room; his forehead throbbed with pain at the sudden movement.  Being heavy to push, he slowly opened the wooden door and managed to squeeze through the small opening.

‘Not so fast lad,’ rumbled a familiar voice from behind.

A large fat hand rounded Jimmy’s wrist, small dark and pig-like eyes glinted down at him.

‘One lucky cockney urchin you’d be. I’d hasten to say there may have been a method to your madness, falling into the path of oncoming dignitaries!’

Jimmy retrieved his arm and scowled at the doctor.

‘I don’t know wha’ you mean, I ‘ave to find some ‘elp for my mother.’

With enthusiasm, the pudgy man rattled coins in the pocket of his trousers.

‘I am aware of that. I shall now come with you and examine your mother,’ he said happily.

On orders from the dignitaries who rode in the carriage that nearly hit Jimmy, and residing so close to the incident, the doctor had been summoned by the driver to attend to the medical needs of the unfortunate street urchin. A sizeable amount of payment had been made to the doctor for his services, with strict instructions to deliver the boy safely home to his family. The doctor dared not follow the instructions of the dignitaries, so high up in royal circles. However, the less the grubby little cockney lad knew, the better!


Click on the cart below to purchase this book:                 



All Prices in Australian Dollars                                                                    CURRENCY CONVERTER

(c)2008 Zeus Publications           All rights reserved.