Chronicles of Whetherwhy: The Age of Enchantment

Author Anna James
Illustrated by David Wyatt
"An enthralling adventure."--Pari Thomson, author of Greenwild

A brand new magical fantasy series from bestselling author Anna James, filled with seasonal magic and exciting adventure, starring twins Juniper and Rafferty as they brave their new magical abilities, grown from the changing seasons. Perfect for fans of Skandar and the Unicorn Thief, Impossible Creatures, and Greenwild!


In Whetherwhy, everyone has magic inside them–grown from the changing seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. But a rare few are Enchanters: people born with magic in their bones, who can wield all four seasons of magic.

When Juniper discovers she is an Enchanter, she must leave behind everything she knows to begin studying at the Thistledown Academy. And when her twin brother, Rafferty, begins an apprenticeship at a nearby bookbinder to be close to her, he too has adventures of his own.

As Juniper learns how to wield enchantment and hone her magic, Rafferty becomes involved with a mysterious secret society that meets after dark. Monsters are creeping out of the shadows and dangers lurk in unexpected places. Amid night markets and magic lessons, the twins realize there is more to enchantment than they ever imagined. And when dangerous monsters attack, the adventure that follows brings Juniper's and Rafferty's paths together again in ways they could never have expected . . .

Praise for Chronicles of Whetherwhy: the Age of Enchantment:

“An enthralling adventure, shining with enchantment and the magic of the seasons."–PARI THOMSON, author of Greenwild

“A tale brimming with magic and mystery . . . Sings out an exuberant celebration of the power of nature and the magic in all of us."–TAMZIN MERCHANT, author of The Hatmakers

“A magical world full of wonder. An irresistible tale that will leave readers of all ages enchanted and entranced."–KATIE TSANG, author of Dragon Mountain
Chapter 1

Juniper Quinn was curled up by the fire, reading a book, and her twin brother, Rafferty, was entirely focused on making a tiny origami bird, when a very cross man, accompanied by an equally grumpy-looking dog, appeared at the door of their family bookbindery.

“You’ve lost it!” he shouted, waving his walking stick at them. “You’ve lost my book! I always said twins were no good, get up to too much mischief! Can’t tell you apart! It’s unsettling!”

Although Rafferty and Juniper were very clearly twins, with their matching red curly hair, green eyes, and freckled, pale skin, no one paying any attention would mix them up. As well as Rafferty being a boy and Juniper a girl, Juniper was an inch taller, and Rafferty had a kink in his nose from an unfortunate incident involving a butternut squash.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. . . . ?” Rafferty said politely as Juniper sat in silent alarm, still wrenching her concentration from the world of her book, where people traveled around in shiny red coaches and made magic from wires and something called electricity.

“Mr. Griffith! Bryn Griffith!” the man shouted. “And you’ve lost my book! Where are your parents?”

“Our father has gone to the bakery and our mother’s at the printing press,” Juniper said politely, going to stand by Rafferty behind the desk. “Maybe we could help you find your book? Did you drop it off to be bound?”

“Of course I did!” Bryn said. “Why else would I be here! And it’s my late wife’s cookbook, and you’ve lost it, and you’ve lost her recipes. You’ve lost a bit . . . well, a bit of her. A bit I can’t get back again.”

As he said it, his anger drained away and he leaned wearily on his walking stick. Rafferty and Juniper exchanged a glance and a nod.

“Why don’t you come and sit here, Mr. Griffith?” Rafferty said gently, leading him to the armchair Juniper had just vacated.

“And I’ll get you a cup of chamomile tea,” said Juniper. “We’ll find your book for you, I’m sure.”

A few moments later, she returned with a steaming mug to hear Bryn telling Rafferty about how he and his wife had met.

“And so she brought me a slice of carrot cake and I think I fell in love on the spot. She made the best carrot cake you could ever imagine,” he explained. “And she would make it for me on my birthday, and it’s my birthday tomorrow, and the first since she’s gone, and I wanted to get her recipes all bound up nice, you see, to keep them safe.”

“Of course,” Juniper said with a tentative pat to Bryn’s hand as she handed him the tea. “I’m so sorry that we’ve caused you any upset—but I’m sure we won’t have lost it. When did you bring it in?”

“A month ago!” Bryn said, getting a little irked again. “A whole month since I sent it off ! Got young Peppermint to bring it to you and she said the gal at the desk told her it would be ready in a week! Two silver coins payable on collection!”

Rafferty went to check the bindery ledger, flipping back the thick parchment sheets until roughly a month ago. He ran his finger down the entries, looking for Bryn Griffith, or any mention of a handwritten cookbook, but there was nothing. He gave Juniper a look of concern.

“Well, Mr. Griffith, I’m afraid I can’t find any record of it being delivered,” he said carefully. “But I’m sure we’ll track it down. Have you checked with Peppermint?”

“Of course I have,” he huffed. “She promises she brought it—said she gave it to a short gal with yellowy hair.”

“Short with yellowy hair?” Juniper repeated in confusion, for none of their family were particularly short, apart from eight-year-old Blossom, and not one of the seven Quinns had blond hair—the five children were either redheads after their father, or brunettes after their mother.

“And look here,” Mr. Griffith said, pulling something out of his waistcoat pocket. “I completely forgot! Proof!”

He brandished a small slip of pink paper at them, marked at the top with EVERINK printers. The twins breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m afraid Peppermint has got in a muddle,” Juniper said gently. “She’s taken your recipe book up to the big printers on the estate; it never made it to us.”

“So they’ve lost my book!” Mr. Griffith said.

“I’m sure it’s only been put somewhere and forgotten,” she replied.

“They don’t even do hand-binding there—it’s just a bit of confusion that’ll be easily sorted.”

“My old legs won’t get me up to Everink,” Mr. Griffith said with an exhausted sigh. “I’ll have to find another penny for Peppermint.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Rafferty said straightaway. “We’ll go up and find it for you. Why don’t you tell us how you wanted it bound, and we’ll put it in the ledger now so you don’t have to come back?”

“You’d do that for an old man who stomped in here, shouting at you for a mistake that wasn’t yours?” Bryn asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Juniper said. “It’s no bother. Did you have anything in particular in mind for the binding?”

“Something straightforward and pretty, just like my Heulwen was,” Bryn said. “Maybe a sun; she was summer magic through and through. Or a honeysuckle for June, her birthday month.”

“That sounds perfect,” Rafferty said, jotting it down in the ledger, already picturing a beautiful embroidered honeysuckle.

He was still learning the family trade, but he thought he might ask his father if he could design this one himself. Rafferty loved all things thread and stitching. Juniper had less of a natural affinity for the actual making of the books, preferring to read their contents.

“Now, why don’t you sit here and have your tea,” Juniper said to the old man, who looked like he might be about to doze off along with his dog. “I’ll get Ma to finalize everything for you, and one of us will pop up to the printer’s tomorrow, after the—”

But neither Bryn Griffith, his dog, nor the twins were able to relax after the mystery of the missing book had been solved, for at that moment the bindery door burst open and Rowan Quinn, the twins’ father, ran in, panting heavily.

“They’re coming!” he gasped. “Early! The enchanters are almost here!”
Praise for Chronicles of Whetherwhy: the Age of Enchantment:

“An enthralling adventure, shining with enchantment and the magic of the seasons."–PARI THOMSON, author of Greenwild

“A tale brimming with magic and mystery . . . Sings out an exuberant celebration of the power of nature and the magic in all of us."–TAMZIN MERCHANT, author of The Hatmakers

“A magical world full of wonder. An irresistible tale that will leave readers of all ages enchanted and entranced."–KATIE TSANG, author of Dragon Mountain

“A triumph of imagination and storytelling, bound together with magical characters who stay with youlong after the final page."–A. F. STEADMAN, author of Skandar and the Unicorn Thief

“An irresistibly magical new world as marvelously immersive as Narnia!"–CATHERINE DOYLE, author of The Storm Keeper's Island
© Sarah McKenna
Anna James (she/her) is a writer and journalist, as well as the author of the Pages & Co. series and Chronicles of Whetherwhy series. She was a school librarian before joining The Bookseller as their book news editor. She now writes for a variety of newspapers and magazines, and chairs events at bookshops and literary festivals across the UK. She lives in north London, in a flat full of books. View titles by Anna James
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"An enthralling adventure."--Pari Thomson, author of Greenwild

A brand new magical fantasy series from bestselling author Anna James, filled with seasonal magic and exciting adventure, starring twins Juniper and Rafferty as they brave their new magical abilities, grown from the changing seasons. Perfect for fans of Skandar and the Unicorn Thief, Impossible Creatures, and Greenwild!


In Whetherwhy, everyone has magic inside them–grown from the changing seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter. But a rare few are Enchanters: people born with magic in their bones, who can wield all four seasons of magic.

When Juniper discovers she is an Enchanter, she must leave behind everything she knows to begin studying at the Thistledown Academy. And when her twin brother, Rafferty, begins an apprenticeship at a nearby bookbinder to be close to her, he too has adventures of his own.

As Juniper learns how to wield enchantment and hone her magic, Rafferty becomes involved with a mysterious secret society that meets after dark. Monsters are creeping out of the shadows and dangers lurk in unexpected places. Amid night markets and magic lessons, the twins realize there is more to enchantment than they ever imagined. And when dangerous monsters attack, the adventure that follows brings Juniper's and Rafferty's paths together again in ways they could never have expected . . .

Praise for Chronicles of Whetherwhy: the Age of Enchantment:

“An enthralling adventure, shining with enchantment and the magic of the seasons."–PARI THOMSON, author of Greenwild

“A tale brimming with magic and mystery . . . Sings out an exuberant celebration of the power of nature and the magic in all of us."–TAMZIN MERCHANT, author of The Hatmakers

“A magical world full of wonder. An irresistible tale that will leave readers of all ages enchanted and entranced."–KATIE TSANG, author of Dragon Mountain

Excerpt

Chapter 1

Juniper Quinn was curled up by the fire, reading a book, and her twin brother, Rafferty, was entirely focused on making a tiny origami bird, when a very cross man, accompanied by an equally grumpy-looking dog, appeared at the door of their family bookbindery.

“You’ve lost it!” he shouted, waving his walking stick at them. “You’ve lost my book! I always said twins were no good, get up to too much mischief! Can’t tell you apart! It’s unsettling!”

Although Rafferty and Juniper were very clearly twins, with their matching red curly hair, green eyes, and freckled, pale skin, no one paying any attention would mix them up. As well as Rafferty being a boy and Juniper a girl, Juniper was an inch taller, and Rafferty had a kink in his nose from an unfortunate incident involving a butternut squash.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, Mr. . . . ?” Rafferty said politely as Juniper sat in silent alarm, still wrenching her concentration from the world of her book, where people traveled around in shiny red coaches and made magic from wires and something called electricity.

“Mr. Griffith! Bryn Griffith!” the man shouted. “And you’ve lost my book! Where are your parents?”

“Our father has gone to the bakery and our mother’s at the printing press,” Juniper said politely, going to stand by Rafferty behind the desk. “Maybe we could help you find your book? Did you drop it off to be bound?”

“Of course I did!” Bryn said. “Why else would I be here! And it’s my late wife’s cookbook, and you’ve lost it, and you’ve lost her recipes. You’ve lost a bit . . . well, a bit of her. A bit I can’t get back again.”

As he said it, his anger drained away and he leaned wearily on his walking stick. Rafferty and Juniper exchanged a glance and a nod.

“Why don’t you come and sit here, Mr. Griffith?” Rafferty said gently, leading him to the armchair Juniper had just vacated.

“And I’ll get you a cup of chamomile tea,” said Juniper. “We’ll find your book for you, I’m sure.”

A few moments later, she returned with a steaming mug to hear Bryn telling Rafferty about how he and his wife had met.

“And so she brought me a slice of carrot cake and I think I fell in love on the spot. She made the best carrot cake you could ever imagine,” he explained. “And she would make it for me on my birthday, and it’s my birthday tomorrow, and the first since she’s gone, and I wanted to get her recipes all bound up nice, you see, to keep them safe.”

“Of course,” Juniper said with a tentative pat to Bryn’s hand as she handed him the tea. “I’m so sorry that we’ve caused you any upset—but I’m sure we won’t have lost it. When did you bring it in?”

“A month ago!” Bryn said, getting a little irked again. “A whole month since I sent it off ! Got young Peppermint to bring it to you and she said the gal at the desk told her it would be ready in a week! Two silver coins payable on collection!”

Rafferty went to check the bindery ledger, flipping back the thick parchment sheets until roughly a month ago. He ran his finger down the entries, looking for Bryn Griffith, or any mention of a handwritten cookbook, but there was nothing. He gave Juniper a look of concern.

“Well, Mr. Griffith, I’m afraid I can’t find any record of it being delivered,” he said carefully. “But I’m sure we’ll track it down. Have you checked with Peppermint?”

“Of course I have,” he huffed. “She promises she brought it—said she gave it to a short gal with yellowy hair.”

“Short with yellowy hair?” Juniper repeated in confusion, for none of their family were particularly short, apart from eight-year-old Blossom, and not one of the seven Quinns had blond hair—the five children were either redheads after their father, or brunettes after their mother.

“And look here,” Mr. Griffith said, pulling something out of his waistcoat pocket. “I completely forgot! Proof!”

He brandished a small slip of pink paper at them, marked at the top with EVERINK printers. The twins breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m afraid Peppermint has got in a muddle,” Juniper said gently. “She’s taken your recipe book up to the big printers on the estate; it never made it to us.”

“So they’ve lost my book!” Mr. Griffith said.

“I’m sure it’s only been put somewhere and forgotten,” she replied.

“They don’t even do hand-binding there—it’s just a bit of confusion that’ll be easily sorted.”

“My old legs won’t get me up to Everink,” Mr. Griffith said with an exhausted sigh. “I’ll have to find another penny for Peppermint.”

“Don’t worry about that,” Rafferty said straightaway. “We’ll go up and find it for you. Why don’t you tell us how you wanted it bound, and we’ll put it in the ledger now so you don’t have to come back?”

“You’d do that for an old man who stomped in here, shouting at you for a mistake that wasn’t yours?” Bryn asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Juniper said. “It’s no bother. Did you have anything in particular in mind for the binding?”

“Something straightforward and pretty, just like my Heulwen was,” Bryn said. “Maybe a sun; she was summer magic through and through. Or a honeysuckle for June, her birthday month.”

“That sounds perfect,” Rafferty said, jotting it down in the ledger, already picturing a beautiful embroidered honeysuckle.

He was still learning the family trade, but he thought he might ask his father if he could design this one himself. Rafferty loved all things thread and stitching. Juniper had less of a natural affinity for the actual making of the books, preferring to read their contents.

“Now, why don’t you sit here and have your tea,” Juniper said to the old man, who looked like he might be about to doze off along with his dog. “I’ll get Ma to finalize everything for you, and one of us will pop up to the printer’s tomorrow, after the—”

But neither Bryn Griffith, his dog, nor the twins were able to relax after the mystery of the missing book had been solved, for at that moment the bindery door burst open and Rowan Quinn, the twins’ father, ran in, panting heavily.

“They’re coming!” he gasped. “Early! The enchanters are almost here!”

Reviews

Praise for Chronicles of Whetherwhy: the Age of Enchantment:

“An enthralling adventure, shining with enchantment and the magic of the seasons."–PARI THOMSON, author of Greenwild

“A tale brimming with magic and mystery . . . Sings out an exuberant celebration of the power of nature and the magic in all of us."–TAMZIN MERCHANT, author of The Hatmakers

“A magical world full of wonder. An irresistible tale that will leave readers of all ages enchanted and entranced."–KATIE TSANG, author of Dragon Mountain

“A triumph of imagination and storytelling, bound together with magical characters who stay with youlong after the final page."–A. F. STEADMAN, author of Skandar and the Unicorn Thief

“An irresistibly magical new world as marvelously immersive as Narnia!"–CATHERINE DOYLE, author of The Storm Keeper's Island

Author

© Sarah McKenna
Anna James (she/her) is a writer and journalist, as well as the author of the Pages & Co. series and Chronicles of Whetherwhy series. She was a school librarian before joining The Bookseller as their book news editor. She now writes for a variety of newspapers and magazines, and chairs events at bookshops and literary festivals across the UK. She lives in north London, in a flat full of books. View titles by Anna James

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