Mark Willoughby and the Impostor-King of Lazaronia

What in the Goddess’s name was she doing in this tiny, sparsely populated land anyway? If she’d had no luck finding the child on Earth’s continents and more densely inhabited islands, what chance had she in a place isolated from most of its world by huge stretches of sea and ocean? But these islands of almost impenetrable forest and bushland were certainly her last chance.

And at least even the poorest children weren’t dying of the relentless famine cursing so much of this overcrowded world. The child she sought needed to be healthy, as well as strong and fearless, to survive the ordeals awaiting him. She daren’t dwell on the consequences of failing to find him: a boy whose age she could only guess, of whose looks she had no idea, and in the search for whom she had but one cryptic clue—that he bore the mark of the willow.

But her sense of impending climax right now was so strong she knew he had to be close by. It was as though the weird hat found among her dead husband’s belongings, in getting blown into this overgrown reserve of trees, shrubs and treeferns, was leading her somewhere.

Grimacing ruefully, she retrieved the hat and continued climbing. It was fortunate the situation wasn’t reversed: that this teeming planet wasn’t hers and she an Earthling trying—alone and in secret—to trace one child among billions …

And Esmeralda pushed past her last obstacle—a sweet-smelling pine that she knew wasn’t native to this land—to find a flat green sward fronting buildings of a type she instantly recognised. She’d visited countless numbers of them during her quest. The English-speaking of Earth called them schools, institutions for which her people, tragically, had no use. The buildings were clearly empty. She’d have to return in two days when the school week started.

But earthlings didn’t like strangers around their schools. Especially ones asking children peculiar questions. Luckily she could deal with that by disguising herself as an ordinary Earth mother …

That was when she saw the boy. He lay alseep in the sun, the diamond-shape of a white kite abandoned beside him. Her excitement mounted. Was he why she’d been drawn to the school in spite of its being deserted? If so, she had to speak to him at once. Her enemies, determined to stop her claiming the child she sought, had long been on her trail. And they were getting closer. If they alerted this boy’s parents—or the city’s law enforcement people—to her undoubtedly illegal intentions … Well, the results didn’t bear thinking about.

At that moment her tall, pointed black hat was snatched from behind. She found herself frozen to the spot, unable even to turn. So her enemies—with infinitely more power than she had despite her importance to the land from which they all came—had caught up with her.

I haven’t been happy with this book for years. Because of the increasingly shorter novels demanded by publishers of fiction for children and teens, I chopped it by a third—a reduction it simply couldn’t take because it meant getting rid of details, dialogue and all sorts of things that didn’t actually move the plot along. Anyway, this is the new beginning of the book after its rewrite and it might give you some idea of all the reworking and rewriting writers have to do before they can get a publisher interested. The publisher mentioned on my Blurbs for Earthlight page was actually interested in the longer version, before I ruined it. This rewriting is still a draft so it might change yet again. However, I hope you like it. To let me know what you think, please email me.

Prologue