Shadows from the Past

Having reached this part of the book, you have proved yourselves to be worthy Chrononauts. The new chapter marks a turning point and from now on we trust you to control whither you travel. Use this PYXICHRON to go where you will, but guard well the key, for without it you will be as a boat without a rudder, lost at sea.The Guardians of Time

A sudden brainwave halted the cat in his tracks. Turning around, he trotted back to the tree to make sure. It was an oak, a mature specimen, tall and wide, with a spreading canopy and dense foliage. Max peered up into its branches. Hmm, it was impossible to see anything up there. As he gazed upwards, a faint memory flickered into life – something about the ancient power of oak trees and how they offered people protection. His heart began to beat a little faster. ‘I’ve got it,’ he whispered. ‘I’ve found the perfect hiding place.’

Charlie shook his head. ‘No, she couldn’t have got back here before us. Not unless she flew…’ No sooner were the words out of his mouth than he turned to look towards the door. The twins followed his gaze, staring at the broomstick that was propped up against the wall. As one, the three children raised their eyebrows.
‘Nah,’ said Joe, breaking into a grin. ‘Can you really imagine her zooming about on that?’ He began to laugh. ‘She doesn’t look built for speed and that moth-eaten old thing is no Firebolt, that’s for sure.’
Jemima, however, wasn’t convinced. There was more to Goody Clowes than met the eye – of that she was certain.