Suzsi lives in Queensland, Australia, with her dogs near enough to the sea to indulge in her love of fishing.
By Suzsi Mandeville
Escape from the Valley of the Kings
Did you ever wonder what it was like, living in the Past? Tiffany had never given it a thought; the present was a big enough drama! “Well, there’s keeping out of trouble at school. There’s that awful Julie who’s trying to break into my friendship with Jaimie. And don’t even start me on Gran. Okay, Gran. She turned up on the doorstep for a quick visit and won’t leave. She is such an embarrassment. We’ve stowed her in the spare bedroom along with a lot of other stuff that we keep meaning to get rid of – but then she disappeared! Just gone. Like – gone! I didn’t mind too much, I was planning what I’d wear to her funeral, just in case. I mean, y’know, stuff happens. But then she turned up again. And don’t ask me about the snake! Okay, the snake. Where did that come from and worse still, where did it go? I hate to say this, but I’m going to have to search her room. She’s hiding something…”
Gran is hiding a time-travel portal in the bottom of her Travel Bag. Time and Space. Well, not outer space, like in Dr Who, but all over the world. When Tiffany falls through the portal it transports her to 1922 Egypt where she finds herself working for Howard Carter and his team, searching for the tomb of Tutankhamun.
“I’m stuck in a foreign country where they don’t speak English, one hundred years in the past without deodorant or seatbelts or proper hygiene. Can things get any worse? I hope not.”
But that was before the murder. And before she met Dazur…
Tiffany’s whole series of adventures started with one single question: How would today’s teenagers cope in a world that had none of the amenities that they take for granted? The places that Tiffany visits in her three journeys (so far) are as well researched as any historian could possibly make them. Except for the bits I made up. And the bits I left out (which were the boring bits). And most of the people are real, which is scary because I’m writing about real people that really did the things that I’m writing about, and my story has to do them honour and justice.
After a while, I felt that they were occasionally leaning over my shoulder and reading what I’d written about them (especially Lady Jane Franklin in book #3, who told me secrets).
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Book #2 The King’s Company
After the sudden death of her grandmother, Tiffany unexpectedly inherits the Travel Bag. Determined to burn the dangerous thing, she is about to reach for the petrol, when… she gets dragged back into 1666. Kidnapped by slavers, involved in a plot to kill King Charles and persuaded to work as an orange seller at the theatre where Nell Gwynne is performing, Tiffany has to recover her bag from murderous grave robbers and avoid being caught up in the political and religious upheaval.
But that was before the theatre was bombed and the Great Fire of London started…
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Book #2 The King’s Company
After the sudden death of her grandmother, Tiffany unexpectedly inherits the Travel Bag. Determined to burn the dangerous thing, she is about to reach for the petrol, when… she gets dragged back into 1666. Kidnapped by slavers, involved in a plot to kill King Charles and persuaded to work as an orange seller at the theatre where Nell Gwynne is performing, Tiffany has to recover her bag from murderous grave robbers and avoid being caught up in the political and religious upheaval.
But that was before the theatre was bombed and the Great Fire of London started…
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Book #3 Tiffany in Time –
Escape from the King’s Company
“It should only take me a few minutes…” Famous last words. Tiffany decides to cheat on her homework assignment about the early days of the garrison at Hobart, Tasmania. Working on a hunch, she arrives just in time to see convicts disembarking and being processed before being assigned to their duties. It was working fine, until the mad Scotsman came running down the hill, crying his eyes out, convinced he was dead and a ‘wee ghostie’. Amazingly, he’s another accidental Time Traveler, but he bears an uncanny resemblance to a murderous convict. Only Tiffany knows the truth. Only she can save him from being hanged for a crime he did not commit.
Tiffany, along with Governor Franklin, his wife, Lady Jane, and a murderous Sergeant, set out across Tasmania to discover the truth. But then they are captured by the French…
Coffee-Cup Stories
Free to read and will last about the same time as it takes to drink your cup of coffee.
Coffee-Cup Stories
Free to read and will last about the same time as it takes to drink your cup of coffee.
Susan Dithers
It was getting late when the almost full moon rose above the black, black hills of Dakota that lined the ridge separating Dakota from Pennsylvania.
Bring a Merlot
Boxing Day used to be my favorite day of the year. When your family came over on Christmas Day, I was under the pump.
Camp Fire
I don’t hate. That’s silly. Not hate, not-hate-not-hate-hate-hate. No. I understand. And I’m sympathetic. Yes. Don’t you realise that I really do sympathise? Different can be good.
p.. p.. p.. Philippa
Soft voices, sharp clangs, the doors at the end of the corridor that squeaked when they were thrown open, only to slam again; it all grated on her nerves.
Body Count
“Killed ten,” said the Dobara woman without looking up.
“What?”
Love, Sex and Aliens
I miss Michael. There, I said it. Now I’m all alone in the universe and he’s gone and I miss him.
A Perfect Match
Love isn’t usually a
matter of Life or Death.
The IQ Queue
Frank Good morning. Hello. I’ve just arrived. I’m Frank. Are you waiting for the IQ Test?
Ian Yes, I’m queuing.
The Major and the Brigadier
In his civvy greys and slippers, The Major sat to attention, awaiting tea and scones at 4 pm, provided by the Brigadier.
The End of a Perfect Day
The day had been perfect until now. Cirrus clouds scratched the blue enamel sky, a gull lazied in the breeze, drifted sideways, dipped and disappeared around the mouth of the estuary.
Forgotten Days Past
“You know the rules: if there’s mortar fire, no fags! Now put the bleeder out.”
“You gonna make me lad?” Joe growled. He took a final drag and ground the butt under his boot.
In Lavender
He idly ran a toe across the carpet pile. The stain changed colour, picked up dark shadows, looked fresher. He stomped it back.
That was blood.
I can’t remember.
Liar.
The Final Hour of
Jean Lee
The story behind the last woman hanged in Australia.
One Act Play
Scary Fred
To her, he was Scary Fred, and not without reason, the man looked terrifying. She wouldn’t have sat next to him
Ordinary Murder
I must have stood in the rain for ages before I decided that I would have to kill her. There’s no alternative, really.
Arthur
Arthur’s life improved dramatically after his wife died. He enrolled in grief counselling, just in case he wasn’t sad enough.
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