The Panther Tales
The Watchers and the Gifted Ones is the first book in the series of The Panther Tales and is now available worldwide! Suitable for Middle Grade readers upwards.
‘A teenage girl, Hannah, befriends a panther whilst discovering she possesses an extraordinary imaginative gift. Dark forces are watching and waiting to destroy Hannah’s happiness.’
Genre: Middle Grade, Teen and Young adult fantasy fiction
Published by : www.nfbpublishing.com
The book is available to buy direct or via Amazon, just click the botton below to get your copy!
“I was immediately drawn into this tale of adventure and imagination! It was very reminiscent of the characters and beautifully crafted narrative in His Dark Materials, which we recently started watching and are addicted to! Now I can’t put down this book either. Mrs. Rushton has a bright future ahead as a writer for YA fiction!”
The fantasy world of The Watchers and The Gifted Ones is a tale of good versus evil. As Hannah learns about her incredible Gift, she also discovers ‘The Watchers’. They also possess extraordinary imaginations but are controlled by The Great Gifted Nickolous.
It takes a tremendous amount of courage and belief for Hannah to complete the quest she was destined for and defeat ‘The Mindful Watchers.’
The inspiration behind
The Panther Tales:
“The Panther on the Shelf.”
“Uplifting and empowering. A real page turner.
Awesome. This book takes you on a journey. Good versus bad. Intrigue and excitement.”
Daniella recently was invited to write a ‘fairytale’ themed short story for the magazine, ‘Illuminations of the Fantastic’ in Tennessee, USA. Her short story is entitled “The Special Seed” and features the beautiful illustrations of Ashley Carr.
You can read the story by clicking here
Illuminations of the Fantastic is a monthly online magazine that encompasses works of Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Adventure, Mystery, Poetry, History, Travelogue, Essay and Review.
Poetry by Daniella
Daniella is happy to take commissions on any subject of poetry’ here is a sample of her recent work’
A Thorny Road
I have been daydreaming lately.
I liken my earth journey to that of a rose.
Each rose head is a beauty.
Some grow petals that where once the dew tickled, they bloom and continue to do so.
There are a variety of colours, they all face the sun, of course.
It is the thorns. Roses need thorns; they all earn their thorns.
Thorns are a two-way necessity, for thorns are earnt and protect.
To grow a thorn causes the velvet petalled beauty to shed dew-tears, the dew that once bore it such grace.
Eventually the rose earns enough thorns to ensure that it need no longer is worrisome. For it trusts it has protected itself enough, for now, and spends its days upon the earth looking to continue its journey towards the sun.
The Chimney Sweep
On a morn the frost embraced, the chimney sweeper came when the fire was cool, but the earth was hot.
The sweepers wings, almighty and dazzling white seemed as tall as the chimney she was called to serve.
Before long, the soot devoured her feathers, until they were consumed in darkness, chaffed, and choked by the ash.
All though in time all was once again clean and after her work was done, she vanished up the pipe and was gone.
And the flame returned falling upon the virgin grate and prancing once more until rock faces were formed and the earth was once again more sadly warm.
The morning the snow came…
The morning bought a heavy, thick sky, amass with snow, ready to break.
In the dawn silence, the early birds in haste, prepared for the forthcoming fall.
The flakes fell silently at first, creating ‘snow fur stoles’ upon the garden statues which were standing poised, regally and only to ready to be adorned.
Their heavenly garments were fitting for the sumptuous snow that followed, filling the garden furniture that lay abandoned with ‘snow seat pads’ piled high, fit for a King or Queen.
It was becoming a rather royal snowfall that one could only dream of.