'Shambelurkling and Other Stories' now available on Lulu

'Shambelurkling and Other Stories' is an anthology of short stories and poems for children between 8 and 12 years of age, which has been compiled and edited by the lovely Marit Meredith (The Pages Magazine).

The book is now for sale via Lulu.com as a paperback or download. Whichever format you chose, the National Autism Society will receive £1.06 per copy sold.

And oh the most important part: It has got my poem - 'The Land of Dreams: A Fairy Rhyme' and also my story- 'The Missing Key.'

It has got also got contributions from Rebecca Emin, Rachel Carter,Emma Kerry, Mandy K James, Cindy Schuerr,Trevor Belshaw, Jonathan Pinnock, Sharon Birch, Maureen Vincent-Northam and many others. I'm dying to read it all (*checks letter-box and sighs sadly*)

You can buy the paperback version, or download the ebook version. For each copy sold, the National Autism Society will receive £1.06. A good book, and a good cause. Merry Christmas in advance.:)

P.S: The book will later be available on amazon with an ISBN, and a slightly higher price.;)That will be next year, I guess, for now, here we go:




Here's the list of writers- in no particular order:

Marit Meredith
Mandy K. James
Maureen Vinvent-Northam
Rosa Johnson
Rebecca Emin
Ruchira Mandal
Mark O'Brien
Jonathan Pinnock
Marilyn Sylvester
Jay
Ben Sherman
Rachel Carter
Trevor Belshaw
Cynthia Schuerr
Christine Lesley Nedahl
Myra King
June Gundlack
Emma Kerry

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