“The day Jack first heard about St Cuthbert’s Wild School for Boys began as any other. He woke early, tried not to think of Certain Things, turned on his torch and reached for the book at the end of his bed: a collection of twenty different Master Mazes, each more twisted and tortuous than the last. Jack was on number 11, a mass of writhing, knotted snakes he had to find a way between. Tricky, but he was getting there, and there was still an hour before The Dreaded… ”