RJ Morgan: Fifteen Bones

RJ Morgan was born in Cardiff. She has wanted to be a writer since she found out Roald Dahl grew up in Llandaff and ate a Mars Bar every day. Knowing they had so much in common, she headed off to London with her manuscript.

After an ill-advised degree, she went to work in advertising and moved into a garage in Wimbledon with slugs, rising damp, and a band of foxes that belted across the roof in the dead of night. She didn’t really understand what was going on in work and left it a bit late to ask, so she started spending quality time travelling to exotic cake shops, and taking long walks on the internet. Finally, she became a teacher. She now works in a fantastic school and lives in Crystal Palace with more foxes and fewer slugs.

Find RJ on Twitter @RJMorgan15.


 

15 Bones

Jake is not a bad person – he used to be the class joker, the comedian. He used to have ‘potential’. But now he’s been expelled from five schools and only Cattle Rise, a tough inner-city school, will take him. All he has to do is survive these first few weeks because otherwise he’s heading to the Detention Centre. But survival means keeping his head down, and that’s not something Jake’s very good at. What nobody knows is that Jake is drowning in grief – a grief that makes him angry and violent and unafraid. Then one night he hears screams in the night from the girl next door. Could it be that Robin’s trapped in a fate worse than his? Perhaps, in helping her, he can help himself. But, as he’s drawn into Robin’s world, Jake realizes that he’s about to discover what real danger is.

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