Tom Fletcher

Invites the reader to help Superhero save the book from the Scribbler by lifting it, concentrating, tapping pages, and more.

The eagerly-anticipated sequel to Tom Fletcher's bestselling magical adventure, The Christmasaurus.
'She is the best-kept Christmas secret of all,' whispered Santa Claus. 'Which is surprising, because she is so powerful that Christmas itself would not exist without her. She is older than time itself, yet still as young as tomorrow. She is known only as the Winter Witch.'
A year has passed since a boy named William

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"There's a unicorn in your book! But this unicorn doesn't seem very happy... Can you help get rid of the worry gremlins and cheer this unicorn up?"--Provided by publisher.

Ten-year-old wheelchair-bound William loves dinosaurs and when Santa delivers a real one, the two misfits set out on a wild Christmas adventure, while Hunter pursues them.

"On the first day, no one really noticed. All those babies wrapped in blue blankets--not a pink one in sight. On the third day, people were scared--a statistic-defying abundance of blue. Not just entire hospitals, not only entire countries, but the entire world. Boys. Only boys. Until Eve. The only girl born in fifty years. The savior of mankind. Kept protected, towering above a ruined world under a glass dome of safety until she is ready to renew...

Invites the reader to take the Nice List Test, while avoiding mischievous Elf's naughty tricks, to prove Santa should bring Christmas presents to him or her.

When Danny and Dinosaur accidentally go back through history on a time-travelling swing, they zoom right past the Romans, Egyptians, and Greeks to the Jurassic Era, where they meet some new dino friends. But soon there's a rumbling noise...a volcano is about to erupt! Can Dinosaur save the day by pooping them back to the future?

The Handmaid's Tale meets Scythe in this gripping new dystopian trilogy written by UK-bestselling authors Giovanna and Tom Fletcher.

She survived against all odds. The first girl born in fifty years. They called her EVE.
On the first day, no one really noticed. All those babies wrapped in blue blankets—not a pink one in sight. On the third day, people were scared—a statistic-defying abundance...