Amelia Fang and the Memory Thief. Laura Ellen Anderson
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>For my marvellous, magnificent,
musical sister Marie!
The memories we’ve shared
are unforgettable and I love you
more than freshly baked cookies xxx
First published in Great Britain 2018
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Text and illustrations copyright © 2018 Laura Ellen Anderson
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CONTENTS
MAP OF THE KINGDOMS . . . . . . . . . . . . . vi
MEET THE NOCTURNIANS AND GLITTEROPOLANS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .viii
1. GOBLIN-SLIME SUPERGLUE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1
2. MY LIFE . . . IN SONG . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 13
3. SUBLIME. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .29
4. PUMPKIN PARADISE PARK . . . . . . . . . . . .43
5. I JUST WANNA PLAY GOBLIN TAG. . . . . 51
6. BAKE FASTER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 59
7. BAD BOGIES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 73
8. THE PUMPKIN PATCH . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .85
9. WHAT THE BATS IS GOING ON?. . . . . . 93
10. SIT YOUR ROYAL BOTTOM DOWN . . .105
11. LOOSE LIMBS LIBRARY . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .115
12. UNICOOOOOORN! THE TERROR! . . . . .129
13. THE FIELD OF FORGET-ME-NOTS. . . .143
14. PA-DOOF! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .155
15. JUST LIKE ME. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .165
16. LOVE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .175
17. THE PUMPKINS AND THE GRUMPKINS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .185
18. TAKE ‘IM AWAY! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .199
19. PUMPKIN-SHAPED DREAMS. . . . . . . . . .205
CHAPTER 1
GOBLIN-SLIME
SUPERGLUE
On a misty Wednesday night after school,
young vampire Amelia Fang sat in her
bedroom with her pet pumpkin, Squashy,
surrounded by complete and utter mess.
‘Darkling,’ called Amelia’s mother, Countess Frivoleeta, from downstairs. ‘It’s time for your organ practice with Wooo. Remember your exam is coming up soon.’
‘Do I have to practise tonight?’ Amelia
replied, her heart sinking at the thought of
more organ practice – despite how ghoulishly
enthusiastic Wooo, their ghost butler, was.
‘I’m making Squashy a cute costume for my
birthnight party!’
Squashy squeaked and span on the spot
delightedly.
‘Isn’t it exciting, Squashy! Soon I’ll be eleven
moon-years old!’ beamed Amelia, flicking
through her Positively Pumpkin magazine.
‘And we get to celebrate in style at the Pumpkin
Patch! Golly Ghouls, I do love pumpkins.’
Amelia wanted to be a Pumpkinologist more
than anything in the whole world when she
grew up – she could imagine studying and
caring for pumpkins like Squashy forever!
Amelia also loved making things, and she
especially loved making things for Squashy.
Tonight her bedroom floor was covered in
black-and-orange material, goblin-slime
superglue and various cobwebbing tools.
The bedroom door creaked open, revealing
Countess Frivoleeta’s huge beehive hairdo
before the rest of her body. When she saw the
mess in Amelia’s room, she gasped.
‘Amelia, my dreadful little wart-picker, I
can’t