It’s a frosty Christmas morning and Harry can’t wait to pick up his chums Norman the Newt and Malcolm the Mole and take them round for a slap up lunch at his mum’s. Excited they arrive at Mrs Woodmouse’s house licking their lips at the sight of the delicious Christmas pudding that’s cooling on the window ledge. But, oh no! The pudding’s been pinched by a rat called Pogue and his gang of rogues. So off they set in hot pursuit, following the rats’ trail of crumbs down the rats’ dark tunnels where Malcolm’s talent for seeing in the dark saves their Christmas Day!
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Hello everyone, welcome to The Harry Hailstorm Stories
First let me tell you something about myself.
I live in a beautiful house hidden deep in the Pyrenean mountains, a magical region of France, amongst 200 hectares of forest teeming with deer, wild boar and many other creatures – some of them mystical! I am sure there is even a dragon or two hiding out there somewhere! I feel so very close to nature out here where you really feel all four seasons of the year, and that’s what inspires me to write my stories just for you.
In the winter when the snows arrive and the frost is on all the trees the view is especially beautiful from my cosy log cabin where I dream up escapades for my characters.
I hope you enjoy my books as much as I did writing them and look forward to all your emails and letters!