A pair of magic knitting needles
An old woman who is more than she appears to be
And a carpet bag that thinks it is a dog
Who thinks knitting is magic?
Maisie Evans certainly didn’t but she was in for the surprise of her life. She didn’t know she had a spark within her, a special connection to the weave of creation, the ethereal energy which binds everything together.
But Granny Stitch, her new next door neighbour, knew.
The old woman had been searching for nearly half a century for someone with that special spark to become a the Keeper and protector of an ancient and magical pair of knitting needles capable of knitting anything their user could imagine.
Despairing of ever finding a Keeper for the needles, Granny Stitch had already tried to train another girl, but, realising the girl's ambition was dangerous the old woman rejected her. With vengeance in mind, Amber Trumpington-Smythe vowed to stop at nothing to obtain the needles and unleash demonic forces that could destroy everything Granny Stitch held dear.
Before it is too late, can Maisie overcome her own selfishness and fear, and learn to control the needles in order to stop Amber using them for evil?
Born in the land of Nodnot, Apollo Stark was a daydreamer of a
child who loved nothing more than spending his time having crazy
adventures in the magical and fertile realm of Imagination, which
happened to be outside the family home back door.
“I still visit there to this day,” he confesses. “Where better place is
there to spend one’s time than in an alternate dimension of reality?
Anything is possible. You can’t buy tickets to visit the worlds I’ve
been to, be the first to experience its weird creatures, or make the
strangest of friends as I have.”
On one such journey he met the spirit of the woods who gave him a
magical staff to watch over him.
“Cyclops guides me along the path I travel,” Apollo said, talking
of his staff. “I couldn’t ask for a better companion to walk with.”
Then, on the advice of an old witch who lives at Jiggery-Pokery
Cottage, Apollo took to recording his experiences as short stories,
poems and rhymes, in the hope that people might one day, want to
read the phantasmagorical adventures of those he met. His gifted
friend a monkey called Ernshaw, helped by illustrating his earlier
works.
Oddly, most of Apollo’s writing remains unread in a dusty leather
case on the top of his wardrobe, their hand inked and illustrated
pages waiting, like buried treasure to be discovered.
Stitch is the first story he has wanted to share with anyone in a
very long time.