Books with author T. Crawford

Do all monkeys have a tail? Children who read this book will find out and learn all about monkeys. Through stunning photographs and simple text, books in this series introduce children to different animals and their characteristics. In this title, children learn what all monkeys have in common, what some monkeys have in common, and why every monkey is special.

Almost twelve-year-old Oscar Hazelnut has no idea that the two puppies his Dad found in the hedge are the world’s last surviving Metal Dogtectors. Soon he is plunged into a magical and perilous world of buried Saxon treasure, talking animals, ruthless villains and the enchanted Golden Dog…and that’s even before he discovers the terrifying secret of The Extinction Club!Accompanied by an extraordinary puppy, a crazy stoat and a hungry piglet, Oscar sets off on the most dangerous journey of his life to try and save the future of the animal kingdom.

Elijah Fischer thought high school might be different. Kids have bullied him because of his Tourette's syndrome for as long as he can remember. The only thing different about today is that the new girl at school got to see it happen. Could his luck get any worse? Sadie Anderson was hoping to make new friends at her new school. This guy definitely looked like he needed a friend. If he really knew her, would he feel the same? Authors note: This novella can be read as a standalone but will make more sense if it's read after Love Claimed, but before Jude's Song.

People say I was born blind, but I was always an independent child, much to my mother’s dismay, and never let my blindness slow me down. I crawled early and fast, memorizing the arrangement of furniture around the house. Making my way in this darkness was greatly facilitated by what I now understand to be a heightening of my other senses – hearing, taste, touch, and smell – especially smell. My sense of smell, in particular, was finely sensitive and brought to me a complex, nearly endless barrage of information, such as the smell of hay, gravel, grass, manure, and cat on my father’s boot and sweat, metal, smoke, leather, and horse on his hand when he came home from work. I could even smell on his breath what he had eaten for lunch. In those days when I was blind, my nose brought to me a clear “vision” of my world. My hearing, sharply acute, distinguished a whole range of intricate sounds, like the dying chirp of a baby bird outside on the ground beneath its nest, and the rustling of little ant feet scurrying toward it in response. And, of course, there was the “other sense” … But I never learned to understand that until much later in life.As a child I could not comprehend, of course, that I was different from everyone else and at an early age wondered why people sometimes laughed at what I said. On the other hand, sometimes they were silent, especially my mother, wondering how I might know so many peculiar things.I regained my sight on the day when an old woman touched me; dark like a gypsy, she came through town in a wagon, selling a variety of articles for the kitchen. I will always remember her face when she touched me – a sweet, kind smile, although her teeth were crooked and one or two were missing; and one eye looked off in the wrong direction with the good eye saying to me clearly, “I wish I could stay a while, but I can’t …” Constantly on the go as a small child, I never thought to mention her to anyone. It took my mother two years to discover I could see, when she found me teaching Lucien his first reading lesson. * * *Ruthie Gallagher was, she had fathomed as she approached the unlucky age of thirteen, developing an irresistible hunger for nature and the call of the wild; yes, she had always been a tomboy, but, sneaking out of the house at night when the moon was full! – and waking up the next morning as hungry as a wolf? Even her nose was cold and moist these days, causing her to sneeze suddenly and loudly, like a bark! Ruthie had not the slightest doubt that she was mystified in ways that, at her age, her mother and father had not been, and this alarmed her most of all because she had never been the kind of girl who was confused about anything. Ruthie, unlike all other girls she knew, had always ached to be a detective like Sherlock Holmes, and be able to shout something like, “Look out, Watson! The chase is afoot!” Surely at the very least, if she continued to hope real hard and play the part at every opportunity, she would eventually accept her badge as sheriff or some other officer of the law. No one understood, of course, especially not her mother with whom she would never see eye-to-eye about anything. Patrice, her mother, had sighed in dismay when Ruthie had announced her intention, “A detective! I do so wish, Ruthie, that you would stop reading those awful Conan-Doyle stories! They will only lead you astray and destroy your moral character!” Then she had calmed herself, smiling and caressing her daughter’s curly black hair, “... Oh, Ruthie, who can say what life will bring to each of us in its good time, sweetheart? Just let it be ...The important thing is to remember to always be yourself and be ladylike!”

It's the summer of 1963 and J.J. Houston has stumbled upon the decomposed body of a young boy in the basement of a nearby abandoned house. When the body goes missing, J.J. realizes she may be next on the killer's list. Enlisting the help of her best friend, Bo, the two set out on a course of investigation that proves more harrowing at every turn. While exploring an amazing find at a local cave, they accidentally uncover an ever deeper scheme. Does the dead boy have anything to do with the discovery at the dig, or have J.J. and Bo uncovered an ancient secret its guardians will kill to protect?

How far would you go to protect the world of Art?Musician, Sylvia Baker, has been through a lot to find her place in the world of the Muses. She's always seen these mysterious beings as they Inspire artists, which led her to stay in a psychiatric hospital multiple times and question her own sanity.She's finally accepted the Muses and her connection to them, and she's fallen in love with her Muse, Vincent, as they create music together. She even climbed Mount Olympus to save him. But while she was in the Village of the Gods, she managed to wake Ares, the God of War. Ares latches onto a conflict between the traditional and modern Muses, starting a war between them. As the war rages on, it threatens Sylvia, Vincent, and all the Muses she has come to love. But when she discovers she may be the key to ending the war, she has an impossible decision to make before Ares and his followers destroy everything.Fans of The Mortal Instruments and Daughter of Smoke and Bone will love the exciting conclusion to The Muse Chronicles trilogy.

Food — Delicious — Food. Pizza, pasta and sparkling soda; with a side dish of ‘learning’. On this adventure to Italy, Maxx meets Prof. Tilbury’s extended family including three older cousins. These young women take great delight in teasing their 14-year-old visitor. To make matters worse, they insist that Maxwell learns about the history of ancient Rome, studies the art and architecture of the Italian Renaissance, and participates in the fashion scene of modern-day Italy. To his surprise, their merciless attention and demands actually excite his curiosity and interest. At the same time, Prof. Tilbury’s ‘enemy’, Chef Lorenzo, keeps Maxx belly-bursting full of mouth-watering Italian food. YUM!