Enter the World of Flying Furballs

‘Flying Furballs’, a hilarious action-packed adventure series, captures the romance and excitement of the era at the dawn of aviation — set in a world of cats verses dogs. Our hero is Claude D’Bonair, a young pilot in the cat air corp, keen to prove his worth to the older pilots and live up to the memory of his father. Will cats and dogs ever live in harmony again? Will Claude survive with his nine lives intact?

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Drooling Dalmatians!’ shivered Claude, pulling his scarf tight. Behind him rose the magnificent dome of the Church of the Sacred Heart, looking out through grey drizzle over the sleeping city of Paris. Claude made his way up the winding steps that were still slick from a recent downpour. At the top, he came to a small iron gate, which opened with a lonely creak.

As Claude went through he wondered why he was entering Montmartre Cemetery in the dead of night. I’m not a spy, he thought to himself, I’m just a pilot. Someone else should be doing this. Someone brave and heroic. Someone like Major Tom.

Everyone knew Major Ginger Tom was the best dogfighter in the whole of CATs. Just last week, Major Tom had shot down three DOGZ hot–air balloons with only two bullets, and he was still home in time to take his mother out for mice creams on Mother’s Day.

But it was no use wishing Major Tom was here. Claude had received a secret note, and it had been quite clear. Claude D’Bonair was to come to Montmartre Cemetery at midnight — and he was to come alone.

The most famous graveyard in Paris was draped with shadows. The blackness was so deep, it seemed to Claude, that if he stepped off the pathway, he would fall into endless space. Claude’s way was lined with weeping statues and winged angels.

He was deep in the cemetery when a footstep crunched on the path behind him. Claude spun around, braced for a fight, as a figure loomed out of the darkness.

‘Follow me, Monsieur Claude,’ said the figure. Then it disappeared into the darkened doorway of a tomb. Claude hesitated. Even with his superb cat eyesight, he couldn’t see if he was walking into a trap in this utter blackness. He followed cautiously with his paws fumbling blindly. ‘Who are you?’ he stammered. ‘Why am I here?’

Extracted from Flying Furballs 3: Unmasked, $14.99 RRP (available now wherever good books are sold). Don’t miss the other books in the series: Flying Furballs 1: Dogfight and Flying Furballs 2: Hot Air.


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