Todd Frogley and the Camelot Knightmare

By Will B. Riley

When twelve-year-old Todd Frogley finds his uncles’ antique kaleidoscope he thinks that’s all it is, until he discovers the hidden switch. Now he’s being flung from one colliding reality to another, and he has no idea how to get home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Will B. Riley
• Release date: Jul 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370421077

Will B. Riley

Will B Riley was born in England where, to please a loving but insanely Catholic mother he spent most of his teen years in a seminary. At eighteen, terrified by the spectre of a life of enforced celibacy as Father Riley he escaped to Australia where he quickly became the other sort of father five times over to compensate. His memories of the seminary are mostly happy, Hogwarts-style ones. He’s still working on the Catholic guilt bit. After winning $1000 in an essay contest he decided being a writer was a quick and easy way to fame and fortune. He knows better now. He reads everything, from corn flake packets to Homer, and has completed several novels which are soon to be published as ebooks. Barry and his wife Patricia live on The Central Coast north of Sydney.

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Todd Frogley and The Camelot Knightmare

Book 1 of The Colliderscope Series

Will B Riley

Copyright © Will B Riley 2017

Smashwords Edition

This series of books is dedicated to all those kids who think they have no talent.

You’re wrong.

Table of contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Contact the author

Reviews

Acknowledgements

Other books by Will B Riley

Chapter 1

‘You’re sending me where?’

Todd Frogley looked up from the noisy electronic game he was playing. Mrs Frogley continued packing the bag.

‘I’m sending you to your Uncle Silas’s place, as I’ve been telling you for the past ten minutes. If you took your mind off that silly game thing for a second you’d have heard me.’

It was true that it took something startling to take his attention from his electronic games but this was startling.

‘Uncle Silas? But you always said he was a nutcase. Why do I have to stay with him?’

‘I never said he was a nutcase. I said he was eccentric.’ Lily Frogley’s uncle had been a university professor until disagreements with his colleagues had forced him to retire.

‘You said ‘odd’. Anyway, he’s your uncle, not mine.’

His mother zipped Todd’s bag closed. ‘He’s your great–uncle, and yes, he’s a bit … different, but very clever. And you’re going to him because your dad and I can’t take you with us on our business trip and I couldn’t find anyone else who’d take a twelve–year–old boy for a whole week.’

‘I could stay with …’

‘You’re going to your uncle’s and that’s that. I don’t want any more argument about it.’

Todd had been about to suggest his best friend Oscar’s house but he knew from experience that when Mum said that’s that, that was that. It would only be for a week anyway. How bad could it be?

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‘This is your stop, son.’

Todd struggled out of a deep and peaceful sleep to find the train guard shaking him by the shoulder. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, not immediately registering where he was. The train carriage had been so warm and cosy he’d fallen asleep soon after waving goodbye to Mum and Dad.

‘This is Little Puddingly–On–The–Moor. That’s where your folks said to let you off, right?’

Todd nodded sleepily and reached up for his bag. He rubbed clear a part of the fogged–up window and looked out. There was nothing to see but grey mist. Where’s the station?

It’s there, what there is of it. You get a lot of days like this on the moor.

As Todd stepped out on to the platform the vague outline of a tall figure appeared out of the fog like something from a Dracula movie. He shivered, only partly from the cold evening air.

‘Are you there, Professor?’ The guard called out into the fog.

‘I’m here. Thank you, Denis.’ The voice was deep and growly. It made Todd want to get straight back onto the train, but it was too late. The carriage door closed and the train moved off to disappear into the fog.

‘Todd, right? Follow me.’

The shadowy figure turned and strode away. Todd grabbed his bag and hurried to keep up, forced to stay close or the fog would have swallowed up the man totally.

Unable to see where the platform ended he stumbled down the steps but managed to stay upright. After a few yards the shape of a vehicle appeared and solidified. Even in the fog he could see that it was a beat up old Landrover. He tossed his bag in the back and climbed into the passenger seat. He looked across at his uncle and saw that his uncle was looking across at him.

‘So you’re Todd eh? Haven’t seen you since your christening. How old are you now?’

‘I’m twelve, Sir.’

In the interior light’s weak illumination Todd saw that his