‘Look what I found at the pond,' said Clara, running up to Lucas holding something bundled in a scarf. Fear gripped Lucas’ heart. Last...

‘Hullo, Mr Guthrie,' said Lucas as he passed the bakery, which was its usual colourful, friendly self again. 'Hnnhuur,' said Guthrie,...

'Er,' said Clara, looking at the rotting marrows and slimy turnips in the usually pristine greengrocers. 'Isn’t there anything fresh...

I'm head-down in edits for the next book in the series at the moment, and because I literally can't wait to share it with you, I thought...

*** Spoiler Alert *** This scene —or at least, a variation on this—is in the series. In fact, at the time of writing this post, I'm...

Uh... Hello. Saffron here. I kinda have a problem with this prompt, so no little story I'm afraid. You see, technically Lucas is my MC...

‘Would you stop doing that?’ said Lucas peevishly, putting out flamed on the hem of his robe for the umpteenth time. ‘Sorry,’ said Clara...

Look, obviously I'm biased and think you should read this book. I love it - which is handy, as I've read it approximately eleventy...

‘Uh, Saffron?’ said Lucas, his voice disappearing into the hot, musty darkness. ‘Where are we?’ Guess. ‘That’s not fair,’ complained...

Clara Jenkins originally ended up in the story as a bit of romantic tension, and a source of conflict between Lucas and her brother...

Ah, Lucas. I had to start these with him, didn't I? Not that he appreciates it, of course. He really doesn't like the limelight, doesn't...

The more pedantic amongst you will be thinking that there are a lot of things in this world that my book is not. It's not a ten-tonne...

I spend a long time on that title, and there was literally no way to make it sound less bad. Of course, Lucas thinks the problem with...

‘No,’ said Lucas, folding his arms and turning away from me. ‘Nuh-huh. No way.’ ‘Lucas, don’t be silly,’ says I, trying not to sound like...

It's no secret that writers would rather be, well, writing, than talking about their books. In fact, most writers would rather walk...

‘Hitchhiking?’ said Lucas. ‘At Christmas? Have you gone insane? We’ll freeze to death before anyone gives us a lift.’ ‘Probably,’ said...

‘She’d killed us,’ cried Lucas, looking down as his translucent body. ‘She went and killed us!’ ‘Yes, that’s what’s happening today,’...

‘Woohoo!’ cried Clara as she swooped around somewhere above Lucas’s head. He gripped the trunk of the ancient oak a little tighter, his...

‘1851?’ ‘That’s what it says here,’ said Clara, tapping the newspaper. ‘The Great Exhibition is on,’ she continued brightly, apparently...

This is a fun way of thinking about my books! So, in ten words, the Lucas Rathbone Mysteries are NOT: - Gory - Scary - Thrillers - "Cozy"...