Bøker av Alex Shearer

In a world where islands float above the sun and Cloud Hunters sail the skies for water, orphans Gemma and Martin live with their 120-year-old great, great, grand aunt Peggy and the sky-cat Botcher on a remote rock miles from civilisation.

'You'll be sorry when I'm dead.' That's what Harry said to his sister, before the incident with the lorry. And now he is just that - dead. And he wishes more than anything that he hadn't said it. He wishes he could say sorry. And say goodbye to everyone he left behind - his mum, his dad, his best friend Pete, even Jelly Donkins, the class bully. Now he's on the Other Side, waiting to move on to the Great Blue Yonder. But he doesn't know how to get there - until he meets Arthur, a small boy in a top hat, who's been dead for years, who helps him say goodbye...

Even when you have received a death sentence, you still have to live..."e;I don't have much advice to give anyone; I've learned very little in my life; but here's a gem of wisdom. Don't take a dying man's kettle away. You won't be doing him any favours. Nor yourself either."e;This is the story of Louis, who never quite fitted in, and of his younger brother who always tagged along.Two brothers on one final journey together, wading through the stuff that is thicker than water.Tender-hearted, at times achingly funny, This is the Life is a moving testimony to both the resilience of the human spirit and to the price of strawberries.

A beautifully imagined adventure set in a world where islands float in the skyHunting the skies is not for the faint-hearted.

Covering such themes as forced child labour, friendship and evil adults, tis title is suitable for teaching. It helps you explore the genre, study the craft of suspense, and analyse writing styles that suit different purposes.

Fergal is a self-confessed nerd with an eccentric hobby: tin collecting. He likes the lucky dip aspect of buying tins that have their labels missing - after all, you never know what might be inside. It's Fergal's idea of living dangerously. That is, until the day he innocently opens up a tin to find . . . a bloodied human finger. Everyone thinks it's a joke. But not Fergal - and when his next tin discovery is a note with the word 'Help' scribbled on it, he feels compelled to track down the factory responsible for these mysterious and macabre products. Fergal might be hungry to play detective, but has he opened a can of worms . . . ? This Dahl-esque black comedy will have readers squirming on the edge of their seats. Funny, frightening and totally gross - Alex Shearer taps into the repulsive-but-appealing tradition of urban myths that are perennial playground fodder.