Books with author Catherine Jinks

Dealing with the aftermath of her battle with the Prince of Drimla, Tilia is trying to continue with her duties as Princess of Crilan despite the hole she feels in her core. Finn, Faxon, and Tilia set off to investigate who is selling the dangerous devices that steal people's magic, but soon a request for aid takes them to a new land far beyond their Realm. Tilia and Finn meet the Prince and Princess of the Elves and make some unexpected friendships. The Gods and Goddess set them on a path that alters the course of their futures, and modifies their wedding plans.

To Allie, the Jenolan Caves ghost tour sounded like the perfect weekend for a ghost hunter like herself. She didn't realize she was setting herself up for a whole lot more than just a haunted hotel and endless family squabbles. Something was on her trail—something vicious, mysterious, and very, very smelly. Mystery lovers will be captivated by this tale full of suspense, intrigue, and unexpected twists and turns.

Catherine Jinks’s follow-up to PAGAN'S CRUSADE is another tale with special appeal for boys — filled with action, featuring a witty young narrator, and loaded with down-and-dirty details of medieval life.The year is 1188, and Jerusalem is in the hands of the Infidel. Upstanding Crusaders and their squires—like Lord Roland Roucy de Bram and Pagan Kidrouk—are returning to Europe, hoping to rally more knights to their cause. The sardonic young Pagan expects Lord Roland’s family to be the picture of fortitude and good manners, but he is in for a rude awakening. Brutish and unfeeling, the de Bram clan cares nothing for the Crusades, or indeed for anything outside their neighborhood in France. Meanwhile, local unrest is brewing. Church authorities are duking it out with the de Brams over a group of "heretics" living nearby. And now Pagan and Roland, sworn to defend Christianity, are left to decide for themselves whom to stand by-and whom to trust.

After Eglantine vanished, I thought I was through with ghosts. Then I went on a school excursion to Hill End and found myself investigating a whole bunch of them. First there was the ghost of Granny Evans, pacing around the museum. And Eustace Harrow smashing things up in Taylor's Cottage. But when two of my classmates disappeared, I realised things were about to get serious.

Now that the Axis Institute for World Domination has been blown up; the founder, Dr. Phineas Darkkon, has died; and Prosper English (who enrolled Cadel in the first place) is in jail for myriad offenses, Cadel Piggott has round-the-clock surveillance so he'll be safe until he testifies against Prosper English. But nobody seems to want Cadel. Not Fiona, his social worker; not Saul Greeniaus, the detective assigned to protect him. When he is approached by the head of Genius Squad--a group formed to investigate GenoME, one of Darkkon's pet projects--Cadel is dubious Genius Squad can offer him a real home and all the technology his heart desires. But why can't he bring himself to tell Saul what the group is really up to? And how can Genius Squad protect Cadel once Prosper English breaks out of jail? (20080331)

Serra’s life has been planned out for her since her conception. Attend the Elite school, Brevard, marry the Marquess Barnaby, and produce heirs. She wanted none of that, but with no choice in the matter she had resigned herself to her fate. Until Hadyn, the brooding, hot, ace of Brevard starts talking to her and trying to convince her that she is capable of much more. Can she escape the clutches of the Elite society, or will her life be defined by how many heirs she can produce?

"If ever a chill entered her soul, or the hope suddenly drained from her heart, she knew a bogle was to blame." Birdie McAdam, a ten-year-old orphan, is tougher than she looks. She's proud of her job as apprentice to Alfred the Bogler, a man who catches monsters for a living. Birdie lures the bogles out of their lairs with her sweet songs, and Alfred kills them before they kill her. On the mean streets of Victorian England, hunting bogles is actually "less "dangerous work than mudlarking for scraps along the vile river Thames. Or so it seems--until the orphans of London start to disappear . . .