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A Secret in Time
A Secret in Time
A Secret in Time
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A Secret in Time

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Alex and Ruby are back in their FOURTH time-slip adventure, tumbling back into 1947! From multi-award-winning author Sally Nicholls comes another brilliant action-packed adventure for 7+ readers, beautifully illustrated by Rachael Dean.

When siblings Alex and Ruby tumble back through the mirror, they find themselves in the freezing-cold winter of 1947.

Food is scarce in the aftermath of the Second World War and life at Applecott House is hard.

As Alex and Ruby discover they must solve the mystery of a missing family heirloom to ever have hopes of returning home, their adventure takes them trekking across the snow and treacherous ice on a perilous treasure hunt.

Will they make it home and back to the present day or will they be stuck in 1947?

Full of action and humour and featuring exciting black-and-white illustrations throughout, this is another superb time-slip story which brilliantly brings history to life as part of an adventure.

'A clever vehicle for introducing the differences between then and now in an accessible way, with a fast-paced plot and a lovely spooky ending' - The Times on A Chase in Time

Have you read Alex and Ruby's other adventures: A Chase in Time, A Christmas in Time, An Escape in Time?

Cover illustration by Isabelle Follath.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherNosy Crow Ltd
Release dateOct 7, 2021
ISBN9780857639134
A Secret in Time
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Sally Nicholls

Acclaimed author Sally Nicholls has written several novels for children, including Ways to Live Forever, Shadow Girl, and Season of Secrets. She has won the Waterstones Children’s Book Prize and the Dimplex New Writer of the Year Award. Her short story in Mystery & Mayhem is ‘Safe Keeping’, a tribute to Boy’s Own-style adventures.

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    A Secret in Time - Sally Nicholls

    It’s hideous, said Ruby Pilgrim, staring at herself in the mirror. Absolutely hideous. I look about eight! And you look even worse.

    Alex didn’t reply. Secretly he rather liked his new uniform. White shirt, grey shorts and blazer, red jersey and socks, striped tie. At his current school the uniform was a red sweatshirt and a T-shirt. At the big noisy school most of his friends were going to in September you wore a blue sweatshirt in winter, and a shirt and tie in summer. Alex didn’t consider sweatshirts a proper uniform at all. This one looked smart.

    Seven maybe! said Ruby in disgust. Six!

    Things were, he had to admit, worse for Ruby. She was wearing what Aunt Joanna called a gymslip, but Alex and Ruby would have called a pinafore dress, the sort of thing only very little girls would ever have worn at their primary school. The striped tie and blazer were all right, but the whole thing looked most unRubyish. Ruby was thirteen, and currently went to the secondary school with the blue sweatshirt. There she wore her tie as short as she could get away with, stuck badges all over the lapels of her coat and had pulled all the thread out of the school crest on her chest. There she looked like a teenager. Here she looked like something out of Enid Blyton.

    Everyone else will look the same, Alex said.

    Ruby glared. It’s all right for you! she said. You’d have had to move schools anyway!

    It was true. Alex would be leaving primary school forever in September, and everything would change. The old, comfortable routine of glue sticks and topic books and school trays would be replaced with terrifying prospects like algebra and rugby and getting your head flushed down the toilets. He hadn’t been looking forward to it at all.

    But this new school…

    Their parents had taken them on a tour. Ruby had been scowling and furious, but Alex was secretly thrilled. It had its own theatre. Its own swimming pool. Canoes and rowing boats that pupils took out on the river in PE. A beautiful old-fashioned library, with ladders on wheels. School trips to France to go skiing. ("Not that Mum and Dad could afford to send us on those!" said Ruby.)

    "Only Aunt Joanna could think giving us money for school was a good idea, said Ruby. St Caedmon’s must cost thousands and thousands of pounds. Just think what we could have done with that! We could go on a round-the-world cruise! We could buy our own yacht!"

    You don’t even like boats! said Alex. "And I don’t think she’s paying for all of it. Mum and Dad are helping."

    He knew Aunt Joanna was trying to be kind. Last summer he and Ruby had stepped inside a magic time-travelling mirror and found themselves in 1912. There they’d helped save a Saxon treasure from some thieves and hidden it in a secret compartment in the sitting-room wall, where it had stayed until they’d triumphantly revealed it to Aunt Joanna. Aunt Joanna had sold the Newberry Cup at Christmas, and now she’d told their parents that she wanted them to have some of the money, as a thank-you. Only instead of just putting it in their bank accounts and letting them spend it on what they wanted, the money was to go towards this new, expensive school.

    Come on, he said. Let’s go and show Aunt Joanna the uniforms and get it over with.

    Ruby pushed herself off the bed and went downstairs. Alex followed.

    The big eighteenth-century mirror that had started all this hung in the hallway below the staircase. Alex glanced at it reflexively as he passed. Most of the time it just showed Aunt Joanna’s hallway, with the front door and the tiled floor, and the little table with the guest book, and leaflets about local attractions. But sometimes…

    Ruby!

    Sometimes it didn’t.

    Sometimes it showed other reflections, long-ago hallways in long-ago Applecott Houses. And at those times you could step into it and be taken … well, who knew?

    Somewhen else.

    This time it showed a dark hallway, papered with dingy green paper, and what looked like a painting of a knight on a horse. A little girl was sitting on the floor laying out a train set. She looked about five or six, with fair hair and bright-blue eyes. Although she was inside she was wearing a brown coat, a pink woolly hat and scarf, and boots.

    "All right, said Ruby. She looked at the reflection. When do you think it is?"

    Alex shrugged. It was hard to tell. Twentieth century definitely. Later than 1912, when the girls they’d met had worn petticoats and bodices and all sorts. But longer ago than the photographs of his parents’ childhoods.

    Hey, Ruby said. "Do you think we should yell for Aunt Joanna? If she saw this, she’d have to believe us."

    Alex felt a surge of panic. No! he said far too quickly. He was sure the mirror didn’t want Aunt Joanna to know its secrets. "What if it closed? What if it never opened again? What if this is our one chance?"

    All right! said Ruby. It was just an idea. She caught hold of his sleeve. Ready? He nodded.

    Ready.

    And they stepped into the mirror.

    The familiar sucking sensation. The familiar lurch in the pit of Alex’s stomach. And the violence at the other end as they landed in a heap on the floor of the hallway at Applecott House. And – so sudden it felt like a physical attack – the cold.

    It was freezing – literally, Alex realised, as he sat up and saw his breath coming out in icy clouds. Even in his new school jersey and blazer, it was desperately cold; midwinter, snowy-day-without-a-coat-on cold. The tiled hall floor against his hands and knees was almost colder than he could bear. He looked around, wondering if the door and windows were open or something, but, no, they were shut. It was snowing, though; through the

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