Terror has come to White Deer Park, driving panic-stricken animals before it. A killer beast is on the loose - a predator so silent and skillful that it leaves almost no trace, and has never been seen. As the deaths mount up, Owl, Fox, Badger and the elders of Farthing Wood meet to make a plan. They have fought tough corners before; have they now, finally, met their match?

'I've been looking for him all over the Park. He's just not around any more, Vixen. He's gone.' When Plucky the fox disappears, the other animals soon realise that he isn't the only one missing from the White Deer Park nature reserve. And the Warden, whom the animals have learnt to trust, is responsible! The animals are frightened and confused - and then another threat appears. A stelthy gang of rats, led by the cunning Bully is invading White Deer Park . . .

I think you're forgetting something, Adder' said Badger. 'Before we began our journey we all swore an oath, including you.' When bulldozers enter Farthing Wood, the animals must escape before their homes are destroyed. They promise to stick together and protect each other, but their journey is laced with danger. They are caught in a fire, they nearly drown in a river and their loyalty is put to the test. Will their pact hold?

'He saw on man raise his weapon and take aim at him... and, the next instant, felt a fierce sear of pain in his right thigh...' The fox cub Bold has left the sheltered life of the nature reserve determined to make his way in the world. But, exulting in his new-found freedom, he becomes reckless. And now he lies badly wounded by a hunter's bullet. Can Bold survive - lamed and unable to hunt - in the harsh environment of the real world he so eagerly entered? Winter is coming and friends are hard to find . . .

It was fox who found her. Vixen heard his cry - an angry, baffled cry of distress. She found him standing over the body of Dreamer. She was dead . . . Another gripping adventure of the animals of Farthing Wood by award-winning author Colin Dann. The fox cub Dreamer has been killed in a vicious attack, and the animals n White Deer Park have no doubt who is responsible. The old fox Scarface, feeling his position threatened by the new arrivals, has lashed out savagely at a defenceless cub. Fox vows revenge. But are he and his young family a match for the formidable strength of Scarface and his clan? Yet again the animals must band together to avert disaster.

'I mean to be not only the leadero f the deer herd but Lord of the Reserve. So you must stay in your corner of the Park, all of you... otherwise you'll be permitted here no longer.' Trey, the new leader of the deer herd of White Deer Park, has decided that there is no room for the smaller animals in the reserve. The future looks very bleak for Badger, Adder, Owl and the others - and then the night of the great storm brings more danger . . .

A genuine literary event—an illuminating collection of correspondence from one of the most acclaimed American writers of all time Over the course of a nearly sixty-year career, Norman Mailer wrote more than 30 novels, essay collections, and nonfiction books. Yet nowhere was he more prolific—or more exposed—than in his letters. All told, Mailer crafted more than 45,000 pieces of correspondence (approximately 20 million words), many of them deeply personal, keeping a copy of almost every one. Now the best of these are published—most for the first time—in one remarkable volume that spans seven decades and, it seems, several lifetimes. Together they form a stunning autobiographical portrait of one of the most original, provocative, and outspoken public intellectuals of the twentieth century. Compiled by Mailer’s authorized biographer, J. Michael Lennon, and organized by decade, Selected Letters of Norman Mailer features the most fascinating of Mailer’s missives from 1940 to 2007—letters to his family and friends, to fans and fellow writers (including Truman Capote, James Baldwin, and Philip Roth), to political figures from Henry Kissinger to Bill and Hillary Clinton, and to such cultural icons as John Lennon, Marlon Brando, and even Monica Lewinsky. Here is Mailer the precocious Harvard undergraduate, writing home to his parents for the first time and worrying that his acceptances by literary magazines were “all happening too easy.” Here, too, is Mailer the soldier, confronting the violence of war in the Pacific, which would become the subject of his masterly debut novel, The Naked and the Dead: “[I’m] amazed how casually it fits into . . . daily life, how very unhorrible it all is.” Mailer the international celebrity pledges to William Styron, “I’m going to write every day, and like Lot’s Wife I’m consigning myself to a pillar of salt if I dare to look back,” while the 1980s Mailer agonizes over the fallout from his ill-fated friendship with Jack Henry Abbott, the murderer who became his literary protégé. (“The continuation of our relationship was depressing for both of us,” he confesses to Joyce Carol Oates.) At last, he finds domestic—and erotic—bliss in the arms of his sixth wife, Norris Church (“We bounce into each other like sunlight”). Whether he is reflecting on the Kennedy assassination, assessing the merits of authors from Fitzgerald to Proust, or threatening to pummel William Styron, the brilliant, pugnacious Norman Mailer comes alive again in these letters. The myriad faces of this artist and activist, lover and fighter, public figure and private man, are laid bare in this collection as never before. Praise for Selected Letters of Norman Mailer “Extraordinary.”—Vanity Fair “As massive as the life they document . . . the autobiography [Mailer] never wrote . . . a kind of map, from the hills and rice paddies of the Philippines through every victory and defeat for the rest of the century and beyond.”—Esquire “The shards and winks at Mailer’s own past that are scattered throughout the letters . . . are so tantalizing. They glitter throughout like unrefined jewels that Mailer took to the grave.”—The New Yorker “Indispensable . . . a subtle document of an unsubtle man’s wit and erudition, even (or especially) when it’s wielded as a weapon.”—New York “Umpteen pleasures to pluck out and roll between your teeth, like seeds from a pomegranate.”—The New York Times