And he must drive a hard bargain with Mrs Lightman, the school principal and a dragon if ever there was one. Amelia Dee and the peacock lamp by Odo Hirsch Book 7 editions published between and in English and held by WorldCat member libraries worldwide A curious girl gains confidence as a writer as she uncovers the mysterious origins of a beautifully decorated lamp in her home. Antonio S. Have courage, Hazel Green!
Egozian, Hazel Green determines to find a way a to teach the unpleasant tenant a lesson. The book of changing things by Odo Hirsch Book 2 editions published in in English and held by 77 WorldCat member libraries worldwide Nathan enters a magical world, there he meets Count Marvy who is searching for the mysterious Fudge Judge. Will Buster and the gelmet helmet by Odo Hirsch Book 5 editions published between and in English and held by 77 WorldCat member libraries worldwide Will Buster discovers that he has been selected for the opportunity of a lifetime.
Or that's what his parents seem to think. Here, special helmets effortlessly deliver information into the students' brains. Without doing any work at all, they'll become encyclopaedias of knowledge! But what is it exactly that Will and his classmates are learning?
And who's to say the Helmet isn't doing other things to their minds? Suggested level: secondary. Think smart, Hazel Green!
Slaughterboy by Odo Hirsch Book 1 edition published in in English and held by 69 WorldCat member libraries worldwide On the streets of a medieval town, an abandoned child scavenges to stay alive. A slaughterman takes him in, teaches him the secrets of his bloody trade. But when he is gone, the boy is adrift in a world of cheats, murderers and thieves. Will Buster and the Carrier's flash by Odo Hirsch Book 3 editions published between and in English and held by 60 WorldCat member libraries worldwide Will has resumed life as normal, taking his old, battered HoverPod to and from the LearningHall and plays games of Pointy Wibblers with his friend Myron Dort.
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Bartlett and the Island of Kings by Odo Hirsch Book 2 editions published in in English and held by 56 WorldCat member libraries worldwide When Bartlett, Gozo and Jacques Le Grand arrive on an island far off in the ocean, they have no idea what they'll find. Awaiting them are four kings, a towering volcano, and a strange, shadowy man who appears in a flash of light. And underlying everything is a dark secret that non one will reveal. Pincus Corbett's strange adventure by Odo Hirsch Book 1 edition published in in English and held by 55 WorldCat member libraries worldwide Tailor Pincus Corbett is commissioned to make a glorious multi-coloured suit for a mysterious stranger.
Soon after the suit is complete, the tailor vanishes and so does the Prime Minister.
Does Pincus have something to do with the mystery? And who is the strange hypnotist who turns up at Sir Malcom Hersey's party wearing the suit? Suggested level: intermediate, junior secondary. Audience Level. Related Identities. Associated Subjects. He had very few students.
Once or twice a week an old lady would arrive in a large, cream-coloured car, driven by a man in a uniform who would wait outside while the lady was in Mr Vishwanath's studio. Everyone knew about her, because you could hardly miss her grand arrival or the sight of the driver waiting for her, although there were suspicions about whether she was there for yoga or for some other reason connected with Mr Vishwanath's supposedly mysterious activities. From time to time someone else would ring the bell beside the door on the ground floor, but not very often.
And if there were other students, Amelia didn't know about them. It never once occurred to Amelia that this lack of students was because Mr Vishwanath wasn't a good teacher. Anyone who could do the poses he performed in the back garden must be a true master of yoga.
But how were people supposed to know what he could do, with only one tiny sign on the window of his studio and only Mr Vishwanath's name on the sign? Anyone could see that Mr Vishwanath wasn't rich. In fact, Amelia suspected he was quite poor. And yet she was sure he was an excellent teacher, and could have made a lot of money, if only people knew about him.
It wasn't the first time Amelia had said that. Mr Vishwanath turned to look at her, and didn't reply. Mr Vishwanath continued to look at her, as if considering the idea. Then he gazed at the garden again. And I'll make you a sign, for your shop. A big sign, saying YOGA.
Amelia watched Mr Vishwanath's face. A slight frown came over it at mention of the big sign saying YOGA, and then it was gone. She could just imagine the sign she would make. She would write YOGA in big gold letters, and underneath it she would draw a picture of Mr Vishwanath in one of his poses, maybe the one where he stood on one leg with his other foot hooked around his neck. Amelia wasn't sure she could draw a really good picture of Mr Vishwanath, but she thought that if she waited until he came out into the back garden, and then sketched him when he was standing there with his eyes closed, she might get it right.
On the other hand, she could have asked her mother for help, but Amelia didn't want to do that, because her mother would take over the whole thing and turn it into one of her artistic projects and poor old Mr Vishwanath would end up with some huge artistic painting in his window. Besides, Amelia didn't really think her mother could draw people very well. The eyes in her pictures were never quite level, or the ears were too high, or there was something else that wasn't right about the faces she painted, although her father praised every picture she did as if it was the next Mona Lisa.
He was always asking people who came to the house what they thought of the pictures, which hung all over the walls. There was always a minute or two when they stammered and frowned while they thought of something to say. No, Mr Vishwanath needed a nice, simple sign. Below the picture of him doing his one-legged pose, she would write LK Vishwanath, and under that she would write Yoga Master, or maybe Yoga Maestro, which sounded more important.
And under that she would write New Students Wanted. Or maybe New Students Welcome, which sounded less desperate. Amelia nodded to herself, staring at the garden. She could see the sign in her mind's eye. In fact, perhaps she'd just go ahead and make it for Mr Vishwanath.
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When he saw it, he'd realise how much better it would be if he had the sign in his window. Amelia looked around. Mr Vishwanath had a deep, quiet voice, like a purr, and when he first started talking sometimes you weren't certain whether the sound was coming from him or from inside your own head. They must come because they are drawn. They must come because they have the need. The way it is now, thought Amelia. One little sign that was so small you couldn't even see it from the other side of the street, and with so little information that you wouldn't know what it meant even if you did see it.
Amelia crossed her arms in frustration. You only like the old ways. Mr Vishwanath shook his head. In my youth I was a great enthusiast for things that were new. There was nothing that I did not try. Amelia looked at Mr Vishwanath doubtfully. It was hard to imagine Mr Vishwanath being young, let alone being a great enthusiast for things that were new.
Whatever that was supposed to mean. But in other cases, the ways that are old are better. On the contrary? Amelia shook her head. Mr Vishwanath had a funny way of measuring whether something was working! Amelia frowned. She had heard Mr Vishwanath say that before. But he'd change his mind if he saw the sign she had in mind. She looked at him. No, she thought, he wouldn't. Amelia gazed at the garden as well. It was full of sculptures, her mother's latest, which Amelia's father had lowered from the window of the sculpture room with a special winch he had invented.
They were all white sculptures, about a metre tall, and very narrow, and they were supposed to represent long thin faces on long thin necks. This was because Amelia's mother was going through a Linear Phase, according to Amelia's father. Prior to her Linear Phase, Amelia's mother had spent a year making dark, squat, rounded sculptures, like foaming bubbles of mud. That meant she had been in a Globular Phase. Now the bubble sculptures were all piled down the very back of the garden, together with the sculptures from all the earlier phases Amelia's mother had been through.
When one of her phases was over, Amelia's mother couldn't bear to look at the sculptures again, and Amelia's father would stack them at the end of the garden, out of view, and replace them with the pieces Amelia's mother produced when she went into a new phase. Amelia's mother went through phases in her paintings as well.
There had been the Blue Phase, when everything was painted in shades of blue, and the Red Phase, and the Yellow Phase. Her latest phase was a Multicoloured Phase, with numerous colours jostling loudly in every painting.