Southampton's barrage balloons floated gleaming in the moonlight like the ghosts of elephants and hippos.

There were no route maps posted on the walls, but a Wonderland-style sign commanding, 'If you know where you are, then please tell others.

But I have told the truth. Isn't that ironic? They sent me because I am so good at telling lies. But I have told the truth.

Nothing like an arcane literary debate with your tyrannical master while you pass the time leading to your execution.

Must stop. This ink is amazing, it really doesn't smear, even when you cry on it

How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt?" "'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,'" she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. "Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan?" Maddie laughed. "The Lost Boys give it away." Jamie studied his hands. "Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.

One moment flying in green sunlight, then the sky suddenly grey and dark.