Bücher von Sally Odgers

Animal verses illustrated with silhouettes cover cats and dogs, a donkey, monkeys, swans, ducks, aardvark and even a unicorn. These poems play with rhyme and form.

Failure is never easy, but it's especially difficult if you've been programmed to succeed. Amara of Flutewood is the daughter of champion Valourns, and her elder sister is already winning medallions. Amara herself has been training at the elite Shuancamp for four years, but now, just as she should be flying, she's stalled instead. Mediocrity isn't an option, but what can she do? Sometimes working harder is not enough. To succeed in her chosen field, Amara will have to change the rules.Wintersong is set in the same world as Amy Amaryllis (1992), Shadowdancers (1994) and Candle Iron (2000). It was first printed in 2007. This 10th anniversary edition is expanded and rewritten.

I was hanging out with Elizabeth when I saw the boy again. Not just a boy, but that boy, the one you sort-of notice, but only to think, hey, wasn't he here yesterday? He glided by Elizabeth's hedge on his bike once too often, giving that sliding sideways glance he hoped (I expect) looked casual, disinterested and, oh, there's that chick again, hanging out with her big sister...or is it her auntie? Too old to be a friend. Elizabeth is my great-great-great-great-great granny, for your information, Bike Boy, I thought-spoke to him on the fourth bypass of the week. He toed his pedal down and skimmed away before getting into some serious calf-work as he headed up the hill towards Caroline Court. Cat Mahal has an ordinary life in the suburbs. She is also an ethical witch

This time round, I am a human girl and Harry is a dog. This is inconvenient, because my parents didn't really want a dog with a jutting eyebrow fringe and a shaggy, untrimmed beard. Nor did they want a dog that cost five hundred dollars. "A pedigreed Schnauzer!" I said in despair when I recognised him that morning at the agricultural show. "Why did you have to be a pedigreed Schnauzer, Harry? I mean - why did you have to be a dog?" Harry looked sheepish. His beady little eyes peered out from underneath that peculiar fringe. "Sorry, Aelfthryth..." A curse (or maybe a blessing?) sent Saxon girl Aelfthryth, and her boy husband, Hereweald, tumbling through time. They wake anew in each century, and live for a brief time under different identities. To occupy a tedious captivity in their current incarnation, Aelthryth tells her story to her fellow captive, the mysterious Saranna.