Rowan Oakwing

Being a fairy is a lot more dangerous than you think . . .

There''s a strange magic to London''s parks. When the sun sets and the gates are closed, tiny winged creatures come to life. The only way to meet them is to become one. And if you become one, there''s no way back.

Rowan cries herself to sleep in Hyde Park and wakes up ten centimetres tall, with tiny oak-leaf wings. She''s about to go on an a...