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Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Part One: The Fox Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Part Two: The Hare Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Part Three: The Raven Chapter 15&#...
Contents Cover Title Page Dedication Part One: The Fox Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Part Two: The Hare Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Part Three: The Raven Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Part Four: The Otter Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Author’s Note Acknowledgments ‘The Hunt for the Nightingale’ Teaser About the Author About the Illustrator Copyright Guide Cover Start of Content Title Page Dedication Author’s Note Acknowledgments About the Author Copyright I V VI VII VIII 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252 253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 265 266 267 268 269 ‘An iridescent story that shines with hope and love’ Katya Balen The Night Animals Sarah Ann Juckes illustrated by Sharon King-Chai Praise for The Hunt for the Nightingale ‘An incredibly moving story of feeling lost and finding your way again’ Lisa Thompson, author of The Rollercoaster Boy ‘A clever, gentle adventure with a masterful plot that deals with the difficult subject of grief so poignantly’ Emma Carroll, author of The Tale of Truthwater Lake ‘Will break your heart and mend it together again’ Piers Torday, author of The Last Wild ‘Full of hope and beauty, and ultimately a healing song to nature’ Hannah Gold, author of The Last Bear ‘Brave, unforgettable and beautiful’ Lauren St John, author of The White Giraffe Also By Sarah Ann Juckes from Simon & Schuster The Hunt for the Nightingale First published in Great Britain in 2023 by Simon & Schuster UK Ltd Text copyright © 2023 Sarah Ann Juckes Illustrations copyright © 2023 Sharon King-Chai This book is copyright under the Berne Convention. No reproduction without permission. All rights reserved. The right of Sarah Ann Juckes and Sharon King-Chai to be identified as the author and illustrator of this work respectively has been asserted by them in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988. Simon & Schuster UK Ltd 1st Floor, 222 Gray’s Inn Road, London WC1X 8HB www.simonandschuster.co.uk www.simonandschuster.com.au www.simonandschuster.co.in Simon & Schuster Australia, Sydney Simon & Schuster India, New Delhi A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library. PB ISBN 978-1-3985-1092-0 eBook ISBN 978-1-3985-1094-4 eAudio ISBN 978-1-3985-1093-7 This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Mum and Dad – this one’s for you S.A.J. For Adrian and Emma S.K-C. PART ONE THE FOX 1 Night is at its deepest, darkest centre when she comes. I’m dreaming about being stranded on a wild island when I slowly notice the paws on my chest like two solid nothings. They feel the way ice does when you hold it in your hand – like something so cold, it’s just numb. And then I open my eyes and I see her. She has the same strange opal glow I remember them all having, but I can still make out the rust red of her coat and hungry yellow of her eyes. The glow from my nightlight is watery, but gleams off the claws pressed into my pyjama top and the tip of her nose as she sniffs me. Her black-tip ears are pointed back towards my bedroom door, listening. Maybe I should be afraid, but I’m not. I’ve seen others like her before, although not for a while and never this close. They were sometimes just a rainbow haze in the sky when I was feeling lost, or a splash of colour under the surface of the swimming pool I was afraid to dive into. But this one is here – sitting on my chest, in my bedroom, in my house, in the dead of night. A fox. A ghost fox. My heart flutters like a trapped bird. The ghost fox is staring at me, hardly moving at all. And I’m frozen too, even though the empty pressure from her paws feels strange on my chest. My whole house is silent as