While playing in a gravel pit the five children – Robert, Anthea, Cyril, Jane and their baby brother, known as the...

While playing in a gravel pit the five children – Robert, Anthea, Cyril, Jane and their baby brother, known as the Lamb – uncover a rather grumpy, ugly and occasionally malevolent Psammead or sand-fairy, who has the ability to grant wishes. He persuades the children to take one wish each day to be shared among them, with the caveat that the wishes will turn to stone at sunset. This, apparently, used to be the rule in the Stone Age, when all children wished for was food, the bones of which then became fossils.

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  1. Jeff JohnstonApril 5, 2015 at 2:05 PM

    If you haven't read them yet, there's two sequels: The Phoenix and the Carpet and The Story of the Amulet

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