From the acclaimed author of the Tales of Aylfenhame comes a stunning new fairy tale, replete with "large helpings of wit and whimsy" ( Publisher's Weekly ) When the centuries-barren orchards of Berrie-on-the-Wyn suddenly bear fruit, it is clear that something strange is afoot—and something fey, for this is no ordinary harvest. To partake of the fruits of Faerie is to be changed for good, but not necessarily for the better. From whence come the golden apples, the moonlit silver pears? Who is the motley piper who walks the streets of Berrie, drawing forth magic and mayhem with his music? And how can half of the town vanish into thin air? There may be chaos aplenty in Berrie, but all that's needed to set things straight is a touch of the right light—and maybe just the right pair of Boots...

Once upon a chime... Every day at four o’ clock, an enchanted twilight sweeps over Vale Argantel. Strange things happen under its eldritch mists boil up out of the ground, rain pours out of a cloudless sky, and the roses grow wild and fey. Such is the way of things. But when her friend falls through a magic mirror and disappears, Margot realises something’s changed. An ancient enchantment has gone awry, and chaos quickly spreads. Magic-drunk, confused and hampered at every turn, Margot must find a way to reclaim Oriane—and before anybody else disappears. But for Oriane, things are stranger still. Lost in a topsy-turvy world, how can she ever find her way home? For she’s adrift in a place very like Argantel—eerily familiar, yet strangely different; a place which follows none of the usual rules… Get drunk on magic—try this atmospheric fantasy from the author of the Tales of Aylfenhame and Faerie Fruit!

Distantly upon the horizon, bejewelled light shone like stars; tantalising, inviting. Then the palace-in-glass was gone, fading away into the velvet night like a snuffed lamp. Between the sands and the starlight, ancient powers rise, and the oldest of tales becomes new. An old sorcerer travels the starlight cursed and magic-blighted, he has glass where his heart should be. A half-jinni enchantress seeks her missing daughter of a fallen king, hers is a great and daunting power. A trio of camels walks the loyal sisters in service, there is more to their past than meets the eye. What unites these tales (and many more) is a marvel of sorcery and a great palace of ensorcelled glass, glimpsed only under the stars, and vanishing with the dawn... The third Wonder Tale from Charlotte E. English combines the magic and colour of ancient stories with her trademark wit and whimsy. A fresh journey into the strange lands of fairytales.

On the edge of the town of Kottow stands the tallest (and oddest) Tree in the land. It’s a staid and solid arbour—until the Tree picks up its mighty old roots and wanders off, taking its resident band of misfits away with it. Whither goes the Tree? Not even the wizard can say. 'There is something mighty fey about all this, or my name ain't Diggory Stokey.' Far away from Kottow, a forest lies lost in the mists of a dream. There’s much to mend in this hoary old wood, for the Summer’s been swept from the glittering skies, and no one’s keeping an eye on the Winter... 'Enchanted forests,' Mudleaf spat. 'Bah. Like it's been raining magic this long age through.' The good folk of Kottow aren’t used to so wayward a magic—not even Maut Fey, the one with the sunlight behind her eyes. But magic will have its way with them, whether they will or no. Summertide’s waiting. Can the folk of the Tree bring it back, or will the wild magic wash them away?