Tiger, Tiger. Lynne Banks Reid
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First published in Great Britain in hardback by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2004
First published in Great Britain in paperback by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2005
This edition published by HarperCollins Children’s Books 2017
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Source ISBN: 9780007462940
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For my son, Gillon Stephenson
Table of Contents
Chapter Two: Caesar’s Daughter
Chapter Six: Aurelia to the Circus
Chapter Seven: ‘The Greatest Treat’
Chapter Eleven: Julius in Chains
Chapter Twelve: Aurelia’s Secret
Chapter Thirteen: Aurelia’s Sacrifice
Chapter Fourteen: The Ides of July
Chapter Sixteen: A Triumph of Will
The two tiger cubs, romping in the jungle undergrowth near their den, prick up their ears.
While they play by themselves, they always half listen for their mother’s return. But these sounds are not what they want to hear. They are strange and alarming. Loud, staccato beats, clattering and banging – hacking and chopping – a trampling of green stems. And voices. Not animal voices, all familiar to them. These are voices alien to the jungle. And when they begin, other sounds, the