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    Greta and Boris: A Daring Rescue
    Greta and Boris: A Daring Rescue
    Greta and Boris: A Daring Rescue
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    Greta and Boris: A Daring Rescue

    By Sian Norris

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    Greta’s best friend is her cat Boris. However, little does she realise her bewhiskered buddy is actually the Prince of the Kingdom of Cats. So when he is kidnapped by the Rat King, a young warrior cat named Kyrie Mi-ke is sent to find Greta, and together they face a mystical and magical adventure to bring Boris home again.

    Greta must face the challenge of the staircase of the autumn leaves; cross Cloud Top Land and the Milky Sea; end the war between the two tribes of mice and face the truth of the Millpond; before facing the Rat King himself.


    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn Hunt Publishing
    Release dateMar 11, 2013
    ISBN9781780996240
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      Greta and Boris - Sian Norris

      do.

      In which the night is fateful

      The time of the night had arrived when all was silent in the Kingdom of Cats. In the little villages where the tabbies and mogs slept, everything was quiet. The only sounds were the soft breathing that made their furry chests rise and fall; and the curious hum of the trees and the plants. If you listened very carefully, you could hear the sound of the moon in the sky circling the earth; filling the dark night sky over the dark night land.

      In many ways it was a shame that the whole population was asleep, as most believe the Kingdom of Cats was never as beautiful as when it was bathed in the silver light of the moon, reflected against the deep ocean blue of the clear and starry sky. The darkness gave it the air of mystery and aloofness so often associated with its inhabitants. The silver illuminated the dark forests and mossy banks, brightened the blue and red of the fruits and flowers, and made the lakes and rivers shimmer and glow. In fact, it turned the whole kingdom into the dusky grey blue color of the fur coat of their Prince, his Majesty Marmaduke Nikolai Boris Blue. He was the heir to the Kingdom and would eventually succeed his father, the King Marmaduke Nikolai Whiskers Blue, ruler of the Kingdom of Cats, Terror of Mice, Menace of Birds and Nemesis of Hounds, Surveyor of the Peace, Emperor of the Feline Race and Lord of the surrounding lands. It was a very fancy title, and although officially the correct way to address the King was as ‘His Excellency and Most Magnificent Liege, His Royal Highness, the King!’, his family generally called him ‘Whiskers’.

      The Blue family had a simple system of names. ‘Marmaduke’ was the name of the founding father of the family, followed by ‘Nikolai’, the name of the human whom Marmaduke was responsible for, followed by the name that the human gave each cat. In Whiskers’ case, this was indeed Whiskers, whilst Boris had been named Boris by his human. The final part, ‘Blue’, was the equivalent of our human surname, and came from the fact that the current royal family was of that most graceful and beautiful breed, the Russian Blue.

      The moonlight glowed over the sleeping kingdom. In the small villages where the working cats lived happily together all that could be heard was the sound of sleep. In the tall and imposing palace decorated with a shimmering rainbow of fish scales, the royal family and their courtiers slept. In China Town and Egypt Town where the aristocracy of cats resided in smart town houses or their country mansions, everyone was asleep. The kingdom was tranquil and peaceful.

      But something was wrong. Over the soft noise of the night, the silent hum we hear without realizing it, another sound was reaching the ears of the plants and of the moon. The cats, deep in their slumber, didn’t notice it; even the palace guards had succumbed to the heaviness of their eyelids. But the trees heard it, and rustled their leaves as they desperately tried to alert someone, anyone who might be awake. For the sound travelling across the land was not the kind and playful noises normally heard in the Kingdom of Cats. Rather, it was a fearful din.

      Swish, swish, was the sound that broke into the stillness of the night. Swish, swish, accompanied with scampering and scratching of claws and paws, rushing forward through grass and fallen leaves towards the palace. And if anyone had been awake to hear it, they would have heard that each scurrying paw-step was landing in time, in the rhythm of a march. A soft thud, thud, swish, swish, echoed through the sleepy kingdom, as only the moon looked down on the onward journey of an army that didn’t want to be seen.

      The cats slept on, oblivious to the menace that was slowly surrounding them.

      The pack of marching creatures started to head up the hill where the palace stood, imposing and magnificent. In the moonlight, the towering building looked even more beautiful and impressive. The rainbow-colored tiles glistened like tiny fairy lights, a blinding spectacle that illuminated the hills and villages below it. The army continued to advance. As the moonlight reflected off their furry backs, it became increasingly obvious which creatures of the animal kingdom were threatening the peaceful palace of the cats. And there could be no doubt at all, when one of the marching many kicked a stone and let loose a wild and pained ‘SQUEAK!’ before hastily being seen to and told off by the leader of the procession.

      The moon could see the horrible truth below her now, yet from her lofty place in the sky was powerless to stop it. It was an army of rats. The rats had invaded the Kingdom of Cats. Under the cover of darkness, safe in the knowledge that every kitten, tom and queen would be sleeping soundly, they had made their cowardly advance, confident that no-one would be able to stop them.

      The rats circled the palace, ensuring that in the highly unlikely event that any wandering cat should approach, they would be able to quickly and ruthlessly fend them off. The leader of the march, the General Melchior of the Rat Army, gathered around him ten of the biggest, strongest, most flea-bitten, war-worn rats who served under his command. The eleven entered the palace gates, stealthily, silently, and made their way up the stairs.

      In which we meet Greta

      The light streamed through the crack in the curtains to illuminate Greta’s room. It was a fairly unusual room, but that was ok, because Greta was a fairly unusual girl. It ran in her family. Her father and mother were both highly eccentric, one worked as a museum curator and the other was a poet and writer. The room reflected the chosen careers of both her parents, as it was full of books, art prints, ornaments and artifacts; all from her father ’s abiding interest in ancient art and archaeology and her mother ’s interest in literature. But despite the influence of her parents’ tastes on Greta’s room, the feel of it was decidedly hers. The old-fashioned wooden furniture on which her possessions balanced; the wide window seat covered in cushions; the brightly patterned materials hanging from her sloping ceiling; the oversized Chinese dressing gown hanging from her door – it all worked in harmony alongside the piles of clothes, magazines, stereo and small TV of many young girls’ rooms.

      There was something very special about Greta’s setting. She felt it to be entirely hers, the place where she always felt at home. Often, Greta felt it was the sole place where she could return to in order to be herself, where she was purely her own person.

      Greta was a sweet girl. She had a happy outlook and loved to laugh. But she had a feeling that she never quite fitted in with the real world. She had lots of friends and did well at school – in fact she was one of the brightest students in her class – but something held her apart from the people around her. She often wandered off into her daydreams and fantasy worlds, preferring the life she lived in her head to the one she faced every day. One day she was an explorer, sailing the high seas and adventuring across jungles and deserts. The next she was an investigative journalist, travelling the world in search of the next big story. Other adventures saw her in the role of a dancing and singing film star from the Twenties, who led a mystery double

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