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Dead Good Detectives: Ghost Rescue by Jenny McLachlan

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Dead Good Detectives: Ghost Rescue by Jenny McLachlan

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'Already waves are crashing against the Cockle, Fathom's curving harbour, and the sky is the colour of an angry bruise.' - pg 2

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"A void without end. It unbalanced her. Perhaps more terrifying than that was the silence. It wrapped around her like a velvet shroud." Pg 53

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The Extraordinary Colours of Auden Dare by Zillah Bethell

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The Extraordinary Colours of Auden Dare by Zillah Bethell

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Tall, box-like buildings - lots of them - with shiny mirrored windows, sticking out of the ground like pins on an upturned plug. Pg 234

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Like thick, viscous oil, the ship's great shadow spread its gloom over the bottom of the crater. Pg. 144

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Time was like a glacier. Pg 374

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This is Aarav, and I have described him using similes.
By: Param.S

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May I present Roshan!!!!!!!!!!

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Clover can be as cruel as the sea in a storn sometimes. Pg 30

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The Book of Boy by Catherine Gilbert Murdock

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The Book of Boy by Catherine Gilbert Murdock

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We passed the beech tree, the pilgrim and I, and then I was walking on a road I did not know, but my head was so full of memories that my fear had to move over like a child on a bench and make room. Pg 28

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The crash by Josh Teli
My heart was thumping so fast and violently it felt like a bloodthirsty giant was thumping the ground

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Where the River Runs Gold by Sita Brahmachari

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Where the River Runs Gold by Sita Brahmachari

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Time was a ghost that glided and floated. Pg 301

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Darkwhispers: A Brightstorm Adventure by Vashti Hardy

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Darkwhispers: A Brightstorm Adventure by Vashti Hardy

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Above an endless ocean, in a place where thoughts faded like the setting sun, there was a far-reaching mist as grey as death's shadow. Pg 1

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The Garden of Lost Secrets by A. M. Howell

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The Garden of Lost Secrets by A. M. Howell

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Her brain was a mess of thoughts, like a baby's scribbled drawing. Pg 218

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The Girl who Speaks Bear by Sophie Anderson

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The Girl who Speaks Bear by Sophie Anderson

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The arrowhead around my neck shines like the stars and hope shivers inside me - hope that in the forest all the questions swimming through my mind will dry up with answers. Pg 87

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The moon stared down at them, a sullen one-eyed sentry in the sky. Pg 190

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The silence was so huge that it seemed almost like a house guest, and an unwelcome one at that. Pg 11

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Her thoughts were pebbles thrown into a pool. They sent ripples through her mind and came to rest on the bottom, heavy and unwelcome. Pg 53

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The Boy Who Sailed The Ocean In An Armchair by Lara Williamson

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The Boy Who Sailed The Ocean In An Armchair by Lara Williamson

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pg 91: maybe it’s that every time Pearl’s mentioned and Dad gets frostier than a snowman in the Arctic, it makes my tummy ache.
pg 92: there are splashy poppies and sweet peas that look like they’re wearing frilly bonnets
pg 101: my friend, Spud, used to say she had teeth like a hippopotamus
pg 111: it made my stomach curl like a fortune-telling fish from a Christmas

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Letters from the Lighthouse by Emma Carroll

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Letters from the Lighthouse by Emma Carroll

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‘Bombs had been falling on London all month like pennies from a jar’

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Despite her best efforts, her mind fizzled and crackled, overflowing like a witch's cauldron. Pg 145

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Whatever night had brought, it had packed it up again and taken it away. Pg 104

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Dark thoughts scuttle around my brain like full-bodied spiders. Pg 40
The words are beads in the necklace of a well-threaded tale. Pg 48

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The wind was rummaging through his pockets like a pickpocket looking for a payday. Pg 124

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Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean

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Where the World Ends by Geraldine McCaughrean

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Feelings scrabbled in him like a mouse inside an owl. P31

Her laughter struck him like the clapper hitting a bell. P32

The babies sat, like fluffy dumplings, on narrow ledges of the steepest cliffs. P39

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The Children of Castle Rock by Natasha Farrant

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The Children of Castle Rock by Natasha Farrant

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House began to appear, looming out of the whiteness like ghosts. P199

The boat looked out of the mist like a monster.

The sky had grown menacing with low heavy clouds, and the air was pregnant with the anticipation of thunder. P204

A shadow rushed towards them. P214

The loch growled darkly.p223

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The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

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The House with Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

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...the pencil whispered across the page... Pg 54

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A golden droplet of sun was spilling over the lip of a cloud. Pg 321

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The House With Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

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The House With Chicken Legs by Sophie Anderson

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I’ve always found it more difficult than the languages of the living, which I pick up as easily as shells on the beach. P15

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The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

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The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

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The sun was sitting in the sky like a plump orange, its edges feathered by cloud as fine as candyfloss. Pg 84

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The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

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The Storm Keeper's Island by Catherine Doyle

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...the sky above a star-speckled obsidian. Pg 51

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The Infinite Lives of Maisie Day by Christopher Edge

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The Infinite Lives of Maisie Day by Christopher Edge

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...plastic rods radiating off it like bicycle spokes from the hub of a wheel. (Page 39

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The Storm Keeper’s Island by Catherine Doyle

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The Storm Keeper’s Island by Catherine Doyle

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Magic rose from the ground like steam and hummed in the air like wind chimes.
P256

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Metaphor: My feet felt heavy. I had lead boots. Dread boots. Pg 188

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The rain began to drum really hard on the car roof like a billion fingertips all going rat-a-tat-tat.

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Tears crowd behind my eyes. p347

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When the runes emerge from the murk, it's like a hundred pounds have been stuck in my skin. Pg 200.

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I think of myself as a mermaid. A water nymph. Something other. Ears filled with the thrum of the lake and limbs slapping the water like gentle fins.

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Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone.
Harry’s head was swimming. P55

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Shadows of the Silver Screen Christopher Edge

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Shadows of the Silver Screen Christopher Edge

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The same florid wallpaper that adorned the hallway had spread like a fungus into this room. P63

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Can’t be much help, metaphors are a closed book to me

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a great wave of sadness washed over him, pressing down, drowning him...
They’re snoring away like a pair of wild boars...
Quick as a gust of wind her face saddened again.
They taste worse than a sea-sailor’s stinky shoes.
The scent of spices hot Arthur like a blow to the chest...
The sun, due east of the city, was a glowing peach rising over the ridge.
...their dark trails across the blue, like dirty roads in the sky...
The breeze was silk against his skin...
Its coat was shiny as sweet chestnuts...
Solongo flutterred around the group like an excited butterfly

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Outside the sun blazed and the wind played in the trees. Trees were the best. Not just cos you could climb them but 'cause they talked to each other. They waved their branches and shook their leaves as if they were laughing. Or they'd just heard some oh-my-golly-gosh gossip. And they were real clever too. P17

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Like a man-made magic wish, the aeroplane began to rise.

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They're not men. They're moustaches with idiots attached. P37

That's the music a rainstorm would play. P85

...his fringe rippled upwards, like seaweed p91

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Hoot Owl- Sean Taylor, illustrated by Jean Jullien

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Hoot Owl- Sean Taylor, illustrated by Jean Jullien

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The terrible silence of the night spreads everywhere. But I cut through it like a knife.

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The Island at the End of Everything Kiran Millwood Hargrave

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The Island at the End of Everything Kiran Millwood Hargrave

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Other times they fill the sky so thick and heavy with clouds you think it will fall like a blanket, but instead the rain comes a little at a time, as though it might change it's mind at any moment and be sucked back into the sky. P188

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Branches that brushed his cloak and trousers were clawed metal hands, reaching out to pull him under the earth. P65

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The librarian looked like a handful of jewels: bright coral scarf, gold silk blouse, sapphire blue skirt.

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She had white hair that sat like a bird's nest on top of her head. P75

He was about the size of Violets dad but square like a cement block... and scolded behind a red beard and thick caterpillar eyebrows. P114

Violets whole body shook, like electricity was filling her veins. P287

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Her voice sounded as sharp as the broken pot shards on the floor. P83

Her skin was thin and brown, like an ancient map you'd be scared to open in case it fallen to pieces. P87

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The woman on the doorstep had a clipboard, and an expression like a damp sock. P81?

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Twelve Minutes to Midnight Christopher Edge

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Twelve Minutes to Midnight Christopher Edge

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Her wrinkled skin was as pale as parchment and the woman's blue eyes gleamed like faded sapphires... p105

Monty's face fell like a child who had unwrapped a brightly-coloured Christmas present and found only coal. P114

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It's bright red mane and tail were like splashes of blood on a handkerchief p213

He licked his lips quickly with an oddly dark tongue. Emmaline shuddered at how it left them glistening, like a slug had passed over them. P122

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The Snow still made everything seem better, like a clean sheet over an old mattress p3

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The Gift of Dark Hollow by Kieran Larwood

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The Gift of Dark Hollow by Kieran Larwood

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Simile: In the end they walk in silence for a while, watching as the sun slowly burns off the mist around them, gradually revealing the land beneath like a Bramblemas Day present being unwrapped. Pg 147