Books with author GeoffreyF Trease

Set in Imperial Rome at the time of Emperor Hadrian, a teenaged boy travels across the Empire from his home in Britain to seek an audience with the Emperor. Along the way he meets up with the villains who are trying to stop him, a famous charioteer who helps him, apathetic solicitors who won't help him, and finally the Emperor. At every step of his adventure, he remains loyal, demonstrates courage and prudence, and does not give up even when it seems impossible.

Chapter One DAWN IS DANGEROUSI ASKED, weren't we taking the pistol, or anyhow the long, murderous-looking pike which has hung across our broad kitchen chimney ever since I can remember ? I was disappointed when my father whispered, "No," and more than disappointed—in fact, I felt mad—when Tom said, in that sneering superior way that elder brothers have:"What do you think this is, kid—a raid against the Scots? Or do you fancy you're marching against the Spaniards?"I was glad it was pitch dark in the kitchen where we stood whispering. There wasn't a glimmer from the fire, though that fire has never gone out in my lifetime, nor for a few years before that. But, as usual, mother had covered it with slabs of black, damp peat before we went to bed, and it wouldn't show a gleam till morning, when one poke would stir it into a cheerful blaze.I was glad it was dark, so that Tom couldn't see my face. I was getting tired of the way he made fun of me.Why shouldn't we go armed? There was danger in what we had decided to do. Otherwise, why were we creeping out of the house in the middle of the night, like foxes round a sheep-pen.?"Leave the boy alone," said my father in his deep whisper. "No more words till we're clear of home, or we'll be waking your mother and the girls.""Doesn't mother—" I began."Sh!" said Tom importantly, like the beadle in church on Sundays. I had the satisfaction of tapping his shin as we groped our way through the door, and he daren't say a word. He was only sixteen after all, and-Dad would have leathered him as readily as he would me, if need arose.J It was lighter when we got outside. The full moon had risen now above the crest of the fells, and all the upper air was bright, though our valley was still like a pool of darkness. The silver light slanted across the valley, high above our heads, and struck the wild precipices of Blen-cathra Mountain, showing up the black gulleys as though their shadows were splashed on with ink. Every minute, as the moon climbed higher, the shadow-line dropped a little down the mountainside, like water ebbing away, and I knew that by the time we got to Sir Philip's wall there would be ample light for what we had to do.The dog rose silently from the threshold as we stepped into the soft midsummer air. Not a bark, not a growl—he knew our steps. My father hesitated, then grunted something, and Snap's tail drooped. He gave a long, soft sigh and curled up again, burying his nose in his bushy tail.If Snap had gone with us that night, as he wanted to, I should never have come into the peril of death, and this story would never have been told. But it's no good crying over spilt milk, and perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing after all.We walked down in single file, without speaking a word. There's a stream at the bottom—becks we call them in Cumberland—and you cross it by flat granite slabs, which in winter are often under water, though on a July night like that they stood a foot clear of the frothy surface. When we got that far, we knew the rush and gurgle of the beck would drown our voices, so we could talk without whispering."Your mother would only worry," said my father; "in any case, the fewer who know about tonight's work the better. Then, if questions are asked, the fewer hes will need to be told."I felt rather pleased when he said that, about "the fewer who know the better." Though I was only fourteen, I had been counted in with the men. They could say what they liked, but there was a certain amount of danger. Sir Philip was a bad enemy to cross, though up to that time none of us knew just how bad an enemy he could be.Anyhow, it doesn't do to believe my father always when he says a thing isn't dangerous. See him going up a crag to rescue a stranded sheep! See him squaring upto some drunken German miner in Keswick market place —some fellow twice his size, jabbering his foreign lingo and waving a great dagger, like as not.When you see my father'

A story set in Ancient Greece. When news reaches Athens that Persian ships are about to invade Greece at Marathon, Philip knows that his uncle and grandmother are in great danger. As his brothers and father are busy preparing for war, he is the only one who can cross the mountains and warn his family. The race is on...but will he reach them in time?

Fleeing from the evil Sir Philip Morton, Peter Brownrigg finds himself on the wrong side of the law. On the run to London he meets Kit and the two decide to stick together. But a chance discovery endangers their lives and soon Peter is deep in murderous plots, secrets and even treason.Set in the turbulent days of Elizabeth I, this classic story of danger and intrigue conjures up a world of mystery, twists and turns and thrilling action.

An office worker and an aristocratic young lady become unlikely friends as they work together for women's right to vote. A thrilling story of secret meetings, police oppression and social upheaval, as well as an accurate account of the Suffragette movement in the years before the First World War. Republished to coincide with the 100th anniversary of the death of suffragette martyr Emily Davison.