The Cabinet of Wonders 1. Philip

Philip King, saddened after the loss of his beloved mother, receives an unexpected, mysterous and rather wonderful Christmas present, a cabinet full of ivory bricks and an instruction manual with a mind of its own.

This is a beautiful, exciting and moving story for children aged 10 and over.

This is the first in a series of unusual, thoughtful books about the mysterious cabinet that changes lives.

Author: Ellis Delmonte
Age Range: 10+
Size: 198mm x 129mm
Format: ‘B’ paperback
Pages: 176
Word Count: 44,000
Published: March 2016
ISBN: 978-1-908577-50-4
RRP: £4.99
(Previous ISBN: 978-0-9555096-8-1)



Because it felt like the obvious place to start, Philip pulled the handle on the upper drawer which opened without a single squeak, smooth as silk.

  • Extract: The Gift

    Extract: The Gift

    Beneath the wrapping paper was some protective corrugated card which they laid to one side.
    “How wonderful!” said Mr. King.
    He was admiring what had to be the final layer, it was so beautiful, swimming with colours that seemed to shift and shimmer and run into each other like liquid light. You just knew there was nothing beneath it but the mysterious present. When he touched it, Philip thought it felt more like fur than paper, rolling away easily and silently.
    At last, there was nothing more to take away.

  • Extract: Nancy’s father

    Extract: Nancy’s father

    Philip found the very box he needed, a wooden chest about sixty centimetres long with nothing in it except a dead spider, and they could deal with that easily enough. The only obstacle to them borrowing it was Nancy’s father, because as generous as Nancy was, her father made Ebenezer Scrooge look like Father Christmas.

  • Extract: Rapunzel

    Extract: Rapunzel

    He pushed the instruction book towards her and she stared at the picture. It was called Rapunzel’s Castle and it was very much like any fairy story castle with battlements and spires. From the very top window there was a hint of blonde hair hanging over the sill, just the colour his mum used to have. Nancy had seen photographs of Philip’s mother and she guessed that he’d called her round for something more important than a fairy story.
    “Oh Philip!” she whispered with affection. “You think it’s your mum don’t you?”