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The Girl Who Could Fly

by (author) Ian Roy

Nevermore Press
Initial publish date
Jun 2021
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  • Paperback / softback

    Publish Date
    Jun 2021
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Recommended Age, Grade, and Reading Levels

  • Age: 13 to 18
  • Grade: 8 to 12


A 400-year-old book of dark spells, a mysterious vial of volcanic ash and a late grandfather’s World War II secret, lead to the kidnapping of twelve-year-old Olive Hanson from her home just outside of Halifax. Spirited away to a remote island off the coast of Iceland by the nefarious Mr. Guomondsson, Olive must unlock the secret before it’s too late. But she does have one powerful weapon on her side—she can fly.

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Contributor Notes

!an Roy is a writer, screen printer, and educator. His work has appeared in numerous magazines and journals, including The Antigonish Review, Arc, Long Con Magazine and The New Quarterly. He is the author of four books, including the short-story collection, People Leaving, which was short-listed for both the City of Ottawa Book Award and the Upper Canada Writers’ Craft Award. His other books include a collaborative art book (The Longest Winter), a poetry collection (Red Bird), and another short-story collection entitled Meticulous, Sad, and Lonely. The Girl Who Could Fly is Ian’s first novel for young readers. He lives in Ottawa.

Excerpt: The Girl Who Could Fly (by (author) Ian Roy)

The vial of ash was rolled up in a piece of old canvas. I carefully unrolled the canvas and took out the vial. “Don’t you think we would have noticed if there were diamonds in here?” I asked, holding it up to the light.

I gave it a little shake and a small dust cloud swirled inside. The ash was dark grey and very fine. I tilted it from side to side to see if anything was hiding in there.

“No diamonds,” I said.

“Open it. Just in case.”

I pulled out the cork and held the vial close to my nose. Some of the dust swirled out. I sniffed it, but it didn’t smell like anything.

Con suddenly let out a shriek and grabbed my elbow. My hand jerked upward and sent the volcanic dust right into my face. It went into my mouth and my nose and even into my eyes. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could clearly hear Con laughing beside me.

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