Leave the Last Page by Stephen Barnard

up?’ asked Ben.
    â€˜There’s been a man round at the house. He said he’d be back shortly when I’m home. Apparently I’m expecting him.’
    â€˜I take it from the look on your face that you’re not expecting anyone?’
    He shook his head. ‘He said he was from a debt management company. He knew all about my struggling business and wilting finances. God knows how. He told Charlotte stuff that I hadn’t even got round to telling her yet.’
    â€˜Ah. That’s awkward.’
    â€˜Yeah, but that’s not it. He’s left her a business card. You’ll never guess the company name.
Greensphere.
’
    Ben started. ‘Wait, but that’s-’
    â€˜-I know. But here’s the important bit. His name is Eric Kildare.’
    â€˜Kild
are?
What did she say he looked like? Tall, black hair, long face?’
    â€˜That sounds about right. Is that your man?’ Alex head sunk a little when Ben confirmed that he thought it was. He must have driven there straight from the warehouse.
    It looked like they had their next destination already picked out for them. Finding the man in the black suit had seemed the right next step; they just hadn’t counted on it being so close to home. Literally.
    Ben knew that Patty and Tom had read the next bit of story – he’d seen an echo of them doing it. He wondered now whether or not he and Alex had missed an opportunity to lean over and see some of those pages themselves. He’d rather have read some of what was coming next instead of going in blind.
    In the end that didn’t matter; Alex was already heading back to the car, eager to get back to Charlotte. They were definitely going to have to tackle the next step without knowledge of the story.
    And this time, they were more than likely going to find themselves caught up right in the thick of it.

GREENSPHERE QUEST by TOM HOLLIDAY
    PART FOUR

    Tom scowled. Kildark was their worst enemy and yet he was pretty cool with all his projections and monsters, as well as all the stuff that he could do with his powerful magic. Unlike Helena, he was a master wizard and that meant he could counter more or less anything they threw at him. Pretty cool but pretty dangerous.
    Helena mumbled something rude about Kildark under her breath, and spoke, in a strange whispery voice, a secret incantation for some sort of spell. “Ahidahumcorbarria!” she yelled afterwards.
    â€œAnd that means?” asked George.
    â€œThat means that I can work out where Kildark is going,” she replied as she closed her eyes. “Oh no,” she added. “Snuggerthang Museum!”

    *
    Meanwhile Kildark was blasting things open, from rocks to barn doors, while riding on a surprisingly fast, furry spider.
    â€œOh ho ho ho ho!” he chuckled. “The demonic nightmare tooth will soon be mine!” As he came to a halt outside of Snuggerthang Museum the spider happily chomped up a fellow unwary master wizard. Kildark paid no attention to this, but approached the doors and pounded against them with his huge fists. The door was battered in and Kildark strode into the room of precious snuggerthang fossils.
    For those of you who do not know, snuggerthangs were big dragon dinosaur things, sometimes with, sometimes without wings, that could breathe different substances like fire, ice, poisonous gas, acid, all depending on the colour of their skin. There were many different types, like regular dinosaurs. But they became extinct 2000 years ago. However, one very threatening snuggerthang – the Tyranna Snuggerthang – had a dangerous tooth, dangerous in more than one way…
    As he entered, ten security guards armed with crossbows ran to meet him. “Freeze, or we shoot!” they demanded.
    â€œNO!” Kildark yelled. His booming voice knocked every guard off their feet, sending them flying into the stone walls. When he was satisfied that they weren’t getting up,