Fairy Light Magic: Charlotte and Rose

By Alison Ireson

Charlotte and Rose arrive home from school to find their kitchen covered in stinky, orange slime and their parents missing. To rescue them, the sisters use a magical book to travel to the sparkling, underground land called Gem. There they must find alternative sources of magic for the five Heart Duties that make life in Gem possible. With the help of the book, a dragon and two little fairy lights, can Charlotte and Rose track down a new source of magic for the first Heart Duty?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Nov 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9781788789585

Alison Ireson

Alison Ireson grew up thinking that imagination was far more important than math. As an adult, she does concede that math is necessary. However, now she knows imagination is far more important! Alison currently lives on a hobby farm in Far North Queensland, Australia. When not wrestling sheep with her husband or playing handball with her two daughters, Alison likes to curl up with a chocolate biscuit and a good book.

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About the Author

Alison Ireson grew up thinking that imagination was far more important than math. As an adult, she does concede that math is necessary. However, now she knows imagination is far more important!

Alison currently lives on a hobby farm in Far North Queensland, Australia. When not wrestling sheep with her husband or playing handball with her two daughters, Alison likes to curl up with a chocolate biscuit and a good book.

Dedication

For Seth, Keani and Indigo

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Chapter 1

Charlotte and Rose jumped off the faded white and yellow school bus, calling out goodbye to their friends. They sprinted down their driveway, schoolbags banging over their shoulders as they raced each other to their front door.

Mum! Dad! We’re home! yelled Charlotte, the older of the two sisters.

She charged into their bright, airy kitchen and then abruptly came to a stop. Rose appeared a moment later, crashing into Charlotte’s still form.

Hey… began Rose as she looked around her and fell silent.

As the girls saw the state of their kitchen, they reached for each other’s hand. There were big blobs of orange slime covering everything. The light hanging in the centre of the room had orange bits of goo dripping from it. The fruit in the fruit bowl on the bench looked more like orange jelly. Even the big window looking over the garden was covered in a film of slime. It made all the brightly coloured flowers outside appear to be various shades of orange. And the smell! It reminded Rose of Dad’s old Ugg boots before Mum finally threw them in the bin in disgust. But worst of all was that their mum and dad, who always waited in the kitchen for them after school, were not there.

Charlotte? began Rose in a quivering voice. Where are Mum and Dad?

I don’t know, Rosie, Charlotte whispered back, dragging a chocolate-brown curl out of her eyes.

I’ll tell you where they are, a scratchy sort of voice rasped from right behind them.

Charlotte and Rose both screamed and spun around. Standing in the open doorway was Mr Frond who worked in the plant nursery at the end of their street. Tall and thin, he was dressed in his usual strange attire. Today, this consisted of a yellow velvet jacket that reached to his knees and purple trousers. Brown socks were thrust into fluffy black slippers. Mr Frond was tugging at one side of his thin greying moustache that matched his wispy, wild hair.

What are you doing here? demanded Charlotte, squashing down her fear and trying to be brave. What is going on? Where are our parents?

Mr Frond held up his palms to show he meant no harm.

Now, girls, I know this looks bad and… pooey! Mr Frond pinched his nose between two long fingers. "Smells bad! The main thing is that your parents are fine. Great, in fact! They are, however, no