No True Echo

Gareth P. Jones
"Told with Gareth's signature wit, humour and thoughtfulness, this story examines the way stories shape our past, present and future"
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Told with Gareth’s signature wit, humour and thoughtfulness, this story examines the way stories shape our past, present and future

Eddie is pretty certain nowhere could be more small-town, more boring, and more inconsequential than his home town of the Wellcome Valley. Unfortunately, he is about to be proved spectacularly wrong.

Eddie’s problems start with the arrival of Scarlett, a new girl in town who seems rather too confident and mysterious for your average schoolgirl. She attracts trouble (and Eddie) like a magnet, and she’s apparently only interested in two very strange things – protecting the town’s local crackpot scientist, and telling Eddie absolutely nothing about what on earth is going on. And why is she so interested in Eddie’s long-dead mother? Things quickly go from weird to worse for Eddie, as he finds himself right in the middle of a dangerous mystery – one with consequences not just for him and Scarlett, but time itself.

Publication Date: Thu 1 Jan 2015
ISBN Paperback: 9781471404160
ISBN Ebook: 9781471404177



Gareth P. Jones

Gareth divides his time between writing books, visiting schools, producing TV programmes and annoying his friends and family by playing the ludicrous number of stringed instruments in his front room. He won the Blue Peter Book of the Year Prize 2012 for THE CONSIDINE CURSE, and THE CASE OF THE MISSING CATS, the first book in The Dragon Detective Agency series, was nominated for the Waterstones Children's Book Prize. THE THORNTHWAITE INHERITANCE won seven children's book awards, and his previous books for Hot Key Books, CONSTABLE & TOOP and THE SOCIETY OF THIRTEEN, were extremely well-received. Follow Gareth at or on Twitter: @jonesgarethp


Cornish had stepped into his back garden. In one hand he held a transparent bag with a red exercise book inside. He took three carefully measured steps into the garden, and dropped the bag. Scarlett moved her finger away, but threw me a glance warning me not to speak. Cornish thrust his spade into the grass and began to dig a hole. When he stopped, he picked up the book in the bag, chucked it in, and quickly shovelled the soil back over. Once he had patted it down, he took another step back in the direction of the house and dug a second hole. Having reached a similar depth, he dropped his spade and knelt down, only to pull out of this hole what looked like the same book in the same bag. Mr Cornish carried it back inside. 'What was that? What happened?' I asked. 'He buried a book, then dug it up,' replied Scarlett simply. 'Why?' 'Perhaps he wanted to grow a book tree.' 'But . . . but it moved,' I said. 'Yes,' agreed Scarlett. 'How is that possible?' 'It will make it easier if you don't ask questions that I'm not going to answer,' stated Scarlett. 'How do I know if it's a question you won't answer?' 'Perhaps avoid all of them just in case.' 'Maybe Mr Cornish is some kind of magician,' I said, careful not to phrase it as a question. 'Maybe,' replied Scarlett. 'Is he?' 'No, and that's still a question.' 'So you understand what's going on but you won't tell me. Is that it?' 'I understand some of what is going on, and I will tell you this: burying books is pretty old hat where I'm from and the fact he thought your mother was alive is interesting. But what I really need to know is what he wrote in that book.' When the kitchen light went off, Scarlett stood up and hurried across the marsh. She didn't wait for me but nor was she surprised when I followed her. This was far too interesting to give up.