From the Author
The Spawater Chronicles
Over two thousand years ago the Romans came, saw and conquered Britain.
They stayed for a few hundred years, give or take, until rising Villa
prices, the ferociousness of the local lions and the quality of home brewed
wine convinced them to take all roads back to Rome.
No Romans remained. Britain, both sides of Hadrian's Wall, became a
There was one little town where the Roman bugle-song anthem of retreat,
'Legitus Quickitus', was not heard. One town where the Romans and the
locals, ears full of soap, were so busy splashing around together they
missed the thunder of the departing last night chariots of fire. And as
there were no cabs due for another 15 hundred years - and that's if you
believe the cab office - the town's Romans decided to stay.
The town grew, thriving on the naturally occurring spa waters, nurtured by
the river Fons and hardened by the combination of original Brits and Roman
bath lovers. The last bastion of the Roman Empire, it is now a mighty town
The town's name? Spawater, home of the legendary Spawater Baths.
The Spawater Chronicles are the tales of its citizens, and how they take on
the world and win.
From the Inside Flap
Youth Market is volume one of The Spawater Chronicles, a
series of seven, relating the adventures of a group of friends, descendents
of the Romans, in the old Roman town of Spawater. It tells how they handle
cruelty to battered chickens and cruelty to intelligent television viewers.
Volume two sees the introduction of Identity Cards to Spawater. Up with
this the Romans shall not put.
Volume three and the government wish to build a Super Casino in town. This
entails flattening Lifeboats', the friends' drinking club, for a car park.
Volume four tells the story of the government's
attempt to build a nuclear power station in the Spawater hills just outside
town. It's a power thing.
Volume five finds Jady inviting Alison, everyone's
favourite Spawaterian, to be his candidate to run for Member of the European Parliament.
'But I know nothing about politics and nothing about the European Union,'
protested Alison, baffled.
'Then you are the perfect candidate.'