Grande Premiere - by Susan Price and Andrew Price

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         Hiyah, all! It's me, your favourite Fairy Godmother, and I'll be here throughout, interviewing all your favourites! Watch out for the updates now!

Look out for #3Goats
Catch us on Facebook here
And, of course, we'll be on Authors Electric.

Art work, Andrew Price

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madwippitt said…
Ooooh love a premiere!
29 May 2016 at 11:58
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