Old Jack Frost was a mischievous chap,
He dreamed of the perfect crime,
So when he woke one cold winter's morn,
He froze the hands of time.
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About Me
- Kirst.
- I'm a children's writer, living in the picturesque, mediaeval golf and university town of St Andrews. I have a mischievous Golden Retriever and a shameless addiction to chocolate and Starbucks coffee! I've just completed my first middle grade fantasy novel about a pizza-loving dog who discovers he's heir to a land created by Ancient Egyptians 1,200 years ago.
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