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When his parents are kidnapped, what's ten-year-old Charlie Ashanti to do? Rescue them, that's what! He doesn't know who has taken his parents, or why. But he does know that one special talent will aid him on his journey-his amazing ability to speak Cat. Charlie calls on his clever feline friends-from stray city cats to magnificent caged lions-for help. With them by his side, Charlie uses wit and courage to try to find his parents before it's too late.

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When his parents are kidnapped, what's ten-year-old Charlie Ashanti to do? Rescue them, that's what! He doesn't know who has taken his parents, or why. But he does know that one special talent will aid him on his journey-his amazing ability to speak Cat. Charlie calls on his clever feline friends-from stray city cats to magnificent caged lions-for help. With them by his side, Charlie uses wit and courage to try to find his parents before it's too late.

With its whirlwind action and suspense, Lionboy is a nonstop page-turner. Already being compared to J. K. Rowling, this mother-daughter writing team will fascinate readers of all ages with their Cat-speaking hero!

In the near future, a boy with the ability to speak the language of cats sets out from London to seek his kidnapped parents and finds himself on a Paris-bound circus ship learning to train lions.

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A boy who can speak with felines traverses a Europe fraught with rampant, mysterious allergies to find his abducted parents, with the aid of a team of lions. According to PW, this novel "melds a rousing traveling circus adventure with shades of cautionary science fiction." Ages 8-up. (Sept.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
(Jones's) imaginative presentation weaves together the florid vocabulary and intricate plot details as he brings diverse characters, human and animal, vividly to life.
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(Narrator) Simon Jones compels listeners through the excitement with smooth pacing and a rhythm that sustains the perfect level of suspense.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780142402269
  • Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
  • Publication date: 9/2/2004
  • Series: Lionboy Trilogy
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 387,340
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • Product dimensions: 7.74 (w) x 10.92 (h) x 0.88 (d)

Meet the Author

ZIZOU CORDER is the pen name for a mother-daughter team of authors. Louisa Young grew up in London and studied history at Cambridge. She has written another trilogy for adults featuring a belly-dancing, motorcycle-riding single mom (Baby Love, Desiring Cairo, and Tree of Pearls), as well as a non-fiction book, The Book of the Heart.

Her ten-year-old daughter, Isabel Adomakoh Young contributed plot and character details, some of which mirror her own life—like Charlie, the hero of Lionboy Isabel is the child of an English woman and an African man and, also like Charlie, she suffers asthma.

The pen name Zizou Corder comes from Isabel's pet lizard, Zizu. They all live together in London.

Originally from Wiltshire, England, award-winning narrator SIMON JONES is perhaps most often recognized as ‘Arthur Dent’ in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (both radio and TV versions) or as ‘Bridey’ in the classic TV mini-series “Brideshead Revisited”.

He has been seen in such films as Privates in Parade, Brazil, 12 Monkeys, Miracle on 34th Street (remake), and Devil’s Own; most recently on TV as a judge in OZ and as ‘C.S. Lewis’ in PBS’s A Question of God; and regularly on stage, including 10 major roles on Broadway. In 2004 his audio book narrations won him AudioFile magazine's "Golden Voice" award, and Publisher’s Weekly "Narrator of the Year."

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By Zizou Corder

Puffin Books

Copyright © 2004 Zizou Corder
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0142402265

Chapter One

One Saturday afternoon in September Charlie's mum was on a ladder in the backyard, doing things to plants halfway up the wall. Charlie didn't know what, or care. He liked the yard, the gorgeous honey-lemon smell of the flowers, and the great Christmas tree that hung over the back wall, with its shiny silver and green and purple fruits that he would harvest toward midwinter and sell at the market. He liked climbing around in the tree and in the ruins beyond, running down to the river, and talking to the cats that lived down there. But he didn't care what his mum was doing on the ladder-until he heard a shriek and a clatter and a rude word, and he ran out to see.

His mum was on all fours, on the fallen ladder, on the ground, with festoons of the honey-smelling plant around her, her red hair wild and her face as white as ice.

"Stupid, stupid," she was muttering.

"No you're not," said Charlie. He offered her his hand and she pulled up to her feet, wincing. "You wouldn't be a professor if you were stupid."

"Clever people can do stupid things," she said. "Let me into the house."

She hobbled inside and Charlie followed, worried but not worried, because his mum was the strongest, cleverest, bravest person in the world, apart from his dad, of course, and if anyone could handle falling off a ladder, she could.

"Owwwww," she said. Charlie had already passed her the aloe, a piece of chocolate, and a small bottle of her secret shock remedy, which she made in her laboratory and which smelled of comfort and brandy and sweet winter herbs.

"Best take a look," she said, and slid carefully out of the long leather breeches she always wore for outdoor work.

"Owww," they both said, at the sight of the raw red scratches, the pinky purple swellings, and the nasty gashes that adorned her shin. Charlie handed over a clean paper towel and Mum dabbed at her wound.

"Bring me some Bloodstopper Lotion," she said. "Twenty-seven Red. It's in the rack." She handed Charlie the keys to her lab. Charlie smiled. Mum, Professor Magdalen Start, PhD, MD, PQRST, LPO, TP, kept her laboratory locked on strict instructions of the government, indeed of the Empire, because her work was so important that no one was to be allowed to know anything about it. Except of course for Charlie's dad, Aneba Ashanti, Doctor of Endoterica and Tropical Sciences at the University of Accra in Ghana (currently on sabbatical at London University), Chief of Knowledge of all the Tribes of Akan, and Brother of Lions, who knew all about it because they worked together. Charlie's dad knew every thing that had ever been known about the plants of the West African forests, what they were good for, and what was good for them.

"Your mum and I have different ways of knowing about the same thing," Dad would say. "Very good system."

Charlie was honored. Every day these days he was allowed to do new things: new things that showed they realized he was growing up. Last Christmas he'd been allowed to sell the shiny fruit at the market by himself, alone; on his way home from his lessons he was allowed to hang out for a while at the fountain, drinking sherbets and playing football or aware with the other big kids. And now he was allowed to fetch a lotion from his mother's lab. It felt good, being big.

"In the rack by the door," Mum said with a little smile.

He'd been inside the lab before, of course. As a baby, after they'd come here to London from Africa, he'd practically lived in there. While Mum worked, mixing and smelling and flicking between her burners and her computer screen, he would paddle around the place in a sort of pair of shorts hung on a wheeled frame: He could scoot and whiz, and once disappeared completely under a table, so Mum couldn't find him. He'd loved his shorts on wheels.

He loved the lab too. Because it was in a separate shed in the backyard, it had always seemed like a different world. Pushing open the door now, he got a waft of the smell of it: somewhere between a cake baking, old books, sweet strong incense, and underneath it the hard cold smell of science. It looked like it smelled. The walls were old and paneled with well-polished dark wood. The tables to the left were gleaming steel with glass cupboards, VDT screens and instruments of the most precise and modern specifications, while to the left a huge old wooden table stood empty except for a massive globe beneath a rack of hanging dried herbs. Along the back wall were stacked shelf upon shelf upon shelf of books-ancient leather-bound tomes, colorful paperbacks, smart-looking hardbacks, parchments laid out flat, and scrolls, rolled tight and piled carefully, plus CD-roms and DVDs, and old, old thick black vinyl discs, which played on a machine with a huge curling horn. It seemed to Charlie that all the knowledge in the world, past and present, lived in his mother's laboratory, and if it didn't you could find out here where it did live.

By the door was a tall flattish wooden rack, made up of rows of shelves. On each shelf was a row of small, shiny, colored glass bottles, held in place by a little wooden bar along the front. If you looked carefully you could see that the color was not in the glass, but in the contents of the bottle, and they were arranged in order of color like a rainbow: Red Orange Yellow Green Blue Indigo Violet. Charlie craned up to where the reds began in the top left-hand corner, and scanned along the shelves looking for 27 Red. There it was: a deep crimson, blood-colored, only not so thick-looking. He reached up to take it and, giving the lab a last yearning look, took it back to where his mother was waiting in the kitchen.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, and was just about to lift the lid and drip a drop of the lotion onto her still-bleeding wound, when she hesitated.

"Bring me a pen and paper," she said suddenly.

Charlie fetched one of the strong swirling glass pens that they used for every day, and the green kitchen ink, and a scrap of envelope.

"Proper paper," she said, and he brought a piece of heavy clean parchment from the drawer.

Mum pulled herself up, and as she did so the movement made the blood bubble a little more from her shin. She took no notice. Instead, she lifted her leg and laid it along the kitchen table, as if she were doing her yoga, or ballet. The parchment lay on the kitchen table; the ink was ignored. Mum took the Venetian pen and cautiously dipped it in the beading blood of her wound.

Charlie stared.

"Don't worry," she said to him. "I just thought of something I've been meaning to do for a while."

He still stared.

Mum started to write. By dipping the sharp little nib in her deepest cut she had enough blood to write a full, elegant paragraph, and a signature.

"What is it?" he asked, feeling a little ill.

"You'll know soon enough," she said. She flapped the parchment gently and watched the scarlet turn to a delicate brown. It looked like a magical text, an ancient spell, a decree by some all-powerful and long-dead king or queen.

"I'm putting it up here," she said as she rolled it up, tied it quickly, and popped it behind the photo of her and Aneba on their honeymoon in Venice, on the top shelf of the cabinet. "And Charlie..." Here she stopped and looked at him, her blue eyes sure and clear: "If you need to go anywhere, take it with you."

A sudden sharp sense of importance welled up inside him. She didn't mean "take it to the bathroom," or "take it when you go to bed." She meant something bigger, more grown-up, more important. Sometimes Charlie felt that the grown-ups around him existed on that other level-talking of things they didn't mention to him, taking care of things, dealing with things that were not to do with children. Until recently he'd ignored it, and carried on reading his book or taking extra cake while they weren't paying attention. But lately ... lately there'd been a lot of talking downstairs after he had gone to bed, a lot of hushed telephone calls, and furrowed brows. This look in his mother's eyes, this sudden mysterious writing in blood, were to do with the same things, he was sure.

Just then the great noise that heralded the Return of Dad started up. There was a Ghanaian song about dinner-delicious mamuna with spicy dawa dawa-that he sang to himself whenever he wasn't doing anything else: "Tuwe tuwe, mamuna tuwe tuwe, abosom dar ama dawa dawa, tuwe tuwe..." You could hear it from the distance as he strolled up the street. Then the firm, solid tread of his feet crossing the yard, and the jangle of his big bunch of keys because once again he hasn't noticed that the door is unlocked. "Three, two, one..." Charlie counted down in his head, and his timing was perfect: On "Blast-off!" came Dad's huge voice calling out, "He-llo! He-llo! Where's my family?"

Charlie's dad, you ought to know, was huge. Not just a big man, but huge. He wasn't technically a giant, but Charlie thought he might have giant blood, and this worried him sometimes because if his dad had giant blood, then so did he, and that made the whole thing of "you're a big boy now, growing nice and big like your dad" a different ball game. Charlie was proud and happy to be brown-both black like his dad and white like his mum, he said-but he wasn't sure he wanted to be giant as well.

Once, in a museum, Charlie had seen some armor from ancient Greek times, a breastplate made in the shape of a man's body, with all the muscles and even the belly button molded in beaten bronze. That's what Charlie's dad looked like with his shirt off. Like he was still wearing armor. He had huge arms, and the veins on them looked like rivers on a map, only they stood out; he had huge legs, and shoulders as wide as a small shed, and a neck like a tree, and he walked straight and tall and smiling, and everyone got out of his way and turned to look at him after he had passed. When he closed down the smile in his eyes, and let his mouth lie stern, he was the most frightening-looking man. Then when his smile burst through and his white teeth shone and his eyes crinkled up and his cheeks went into little apple shapes, he was like the god of happiness.

"We're in the kitchen," called Mum.

"She's broken," called Charlie.

"No I'm not," said Mum, finally dripping the Bloodstopper Lotion onto her cuts, and the evening descended into a sweet time of Mum lying around telling jokes, Dad cooking dinner, Charlie watching The Simpsons and staying up late because there are no lessons on Sunday. He forgot all about the parchment written in blood, and didn't think of it again until six months later, when he came home to find that his parents had disappeared.

Chapter Two

He'd been at his lessons with Brother Jerome: Arabic, Latin, mathematics, music, and the history of human flight, and his head was aching from the amount of studying he had done. Mum said he learned more being on his own with a tutor and no doubt it was true, but sometimes he just wanted to fool around a bit during his lessons, like he'd read about in stories, and how could you do that on your own? So after his lessons on that day he headed down to the fountain to play football with the schoolkids. Steve Ubsworth might be there, or Lolo and Jake, or Becks and Joe Lockhart.

None of them were around. But Rafi Sadler was. He was leaning against the tree and calling younger boys to him with a flick of his head, and whispering to them. Rafi certainly wasn't a schoolkid, and he was too old to be called a boy, but he wasn't really an adult either. Everybody knew Rafi. He was tall and handsome with sleek shaved black hair, and he gazed at you from big brown eyes with the thickest lashes-almost girly lashes, but no one would say that. He wore a long leather jacket and had a funny little light beard, shaved into shape. He wasn't really old enough to have a beard and it wasn't a very good one. He always had money and adults sometimes wondered where it came from.

Today Rafi deigned to join in the football for a minute or two. People let him through, and didn't tackle him, and not just because he was strong. Soon he went back to leaning, and talking on his cell phone. Part of Charlie longed for Rafi to call him over, but Rafi had never taken much notice of Charlie.

The football had made them hot, so they all got some cherry sherbet off the guy with his white wooden cart piled high with crimson cherries and jugs of sugar-cane syrup, and drank it frothy and cool from his tall glasses. One of Rafi's boys took him a glass, but he didn't touch it. Instead, he strolled over to where Charlie was.

"Nice haircut," he said. Charlie's mum had shaved his head the day before. This time she'd cut in a design of two crocodiles with one belly-each had a head and a tail and four legs, but they were set like an X, and the center of the X was their shared belly. It was an Adinkra symbol from Ghana: It was about how, though we all eat with different mouths, we have only one belly between us.

"Thanks," said Charlie, surprised. Rafi never talked to him. Charlie's parents used to know his mum, Martha, and Charlie knew that Rafi lived alone with her, and had left school years ago and had been in trouble, and he knew that Rafi was not the kind of guy who would talk to him. That's all he knew.

Charlie couldn't think of anything else more interesting to say. He smiled again, and then kind of nodded. Then Rafi had strolled away again, and Charlie was so embarrassed that he went home.

The sun was heading west, and as he got back toward his street he could smell the evening river smell rising up cool and damp to meet the evening cooking smell of woodsmoke and garlic. The flowers hung heavy on the trees in the front gardens as he turned into his street. He was wondering what was for supper and hoping there would be some cherries left over from breakfast. He'd be sorry when the cherry glut was over-but soon the gardens would be full of strawberries, so there was that to look forward to. And who knows, maybe a ship full of fruit would come up from the south. As he approached his house, he was fantasizing about the old days, when you got all different kinds of fruit at all different times of year, coming in airplanes from far, far away ... Ah, well. Cherries would do for now.

When he got to his front garden, the door was closed. There were no lights on, and there was no good smell seeping out. He banged on the door: nothing. He peered through the window: He couldn't make out much in the dim light, but he could see there was no movement, no sign of life.

Charlie went around to the back. Back door shut, no lights. He banged on that door. Nothing. Turning to the wall to see if there were any cats around, whom he could ask if they'd seen anyone, he saw something that clutched his heart. The door of his mother's lab was open. Not just unlocked-open.

He stared at it for a moment.


Excerpted from Lionboy by Zizou Corder Copyright © 2004 by Zizou Corder. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2012


    Haahahahaahhhaaaaaa read this boook it is awesome
    Read now! RIGHT NOW ILOove Catsz!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 11, 2012

    I love it!

    This was a really good book. The cover caught my attention so i got it. I didn't regret it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2012

    First book is great!

    The other two... not so much. I recomend stopping after book one. The writing goes downhill after this.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2012


    The first book of a trilogy, Lionboy is very well done. The writing is unique, I've never read another book with a voice quite like this one. The story is compelling and original; I've read this series several times and it still remains one of my favorites.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2008

    Great Story

    It keeps you going throughout the whole book! I love the Plot!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 6, 2006

    Where's My Mum and Dad

    Charlie, a 12 year old son of two brilliant scientists, has an amazing gift. He can talk to cats, for when he was young, he accidentally got a drop of leopard blood in his blood stream and soon after that, he was talking to cats. Only his parents knew about his gift. What Charlie didn¿t know is that his parents were working on something secret. One day while Charlie was walking home, he noticed that his mum¿s lab in the backyard was open. A boy named Rafi, a type of boy you don¿t want to hang around with, was there. He said that Charlie¿s mum and dad were on a business trip, but Charlie knew something had happened to them. So Charlie set out to find his mum and dad that was way bigger than what he thought. On his way he meets some friends and also some enemies. Will Charlie be able to find his mum and dad, will he be able to save them? I really liked this book. It had a lot of suspense in it. It made you think what will happen next. The one thing I didn¿t like about the book is all the confusing words. Some of them I did not understand at all. I still think it is still a really good book. A person who likes adventure and mystery should read this book. You never know what will happen next and to find out every thing you have to read all three books in the trilogy. This really is a great book and you should read it.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2006

    Utterly Amazing

    This book simply captured my heart. The way that the author expresses the story is simply amazing. This is a must read book. Get your hands on this book in any way you can. The topic is interesting and kept my attention the whole time. It was so amazing that I went on and read the other two books in the series and they were just as incredible. READ THEM ALL!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 17, 2014


    I could NOT put down this book. The thing I admire most about it is that a mother-daughter team wrote it!!! Well, done and well written, Louisa and Isabel.

    I cannot find the next two books on Barnes and Noble. Can some one help me out?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 1, 2013

    Good story

    Very interesting story line and good plot!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 27, 2012

    Aqua Shine

    Name: Aqua Shine (Aqua for short)
    Gender: Female
    Rank: Warrior/Loner, but will take the rank of co-leader if she is asked to.
    Fur Color: Silvery-gray with white paws. White tail tuft similar to a lion's.
    Eye Color: One eye is aqua blue, the other is purple.
    Personality: Kind, and honest, but can be agressive if she has to.
    Past Life Story: She was born as a Clan cat, but the cats chased her out because of her unusual fur color when she was just a day old. She was found nearly dead by a queen called Misty, and she raised her until she was a moon old. Misty was then killed by a group of foxes, but unusually, she was raised by the foxes. ((She is able to speak fox and dog because of this.)) She then left forever after being taunted by other cats for speaking fox, and while she was running, she fell into a pool of water. She was granted the ability to control water ((she only uses this alone or if her life is in danger)), and the name Aqua Shine. She lived as a loner for 20 moons, and came here.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2012


    Name- Himi
    Rank- Leader/Loner
    Gender- Shecat
    Mate- None right now...
    Kits- None
    Family- Unknown...
    Description- A fluffy dark brown shecat with black dapples, a white chest and paws, and beautiful amber eyes
    Personality- Friendly, loving, loyal, and sweet, but very can be fierce when she needs too.
    Powers- Unknown...
    History- Unknown...
    Thanks again for joining!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2012


    Name:shadow ranke:wants to try out to be co leader.VERY active gender:she cat mate:none trates:kind fair and firce wen needed. Description:a black she cat with green eyes expecting kits. Wants to try oit to be co leader. Past:a kittypet but aboused so she left. Found a mate and he bailed out on her.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 18, 2012

    I love this book

    This book is great, great for 5th graders my kids loved it!my

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  • Posted January 14, 2011

    good amazinng


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  • Posted July 14, 2010

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    Unique and Enjoyable

    "Lionboy," by Zizou Corder is the first book in a trilogy of the same name. The book has a fast, action-packed beginning but starts getting gradually slower towards the middle and end. However, "Lionboy" is a good novel which is unique and enjoyable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 26, 2007

    Gret Book and Series

    Great book! It is exciting, interesting, and fun. It is exactly the kind of book I love! Thrilling series all of the books are great.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2007

    lion boy review

    this book is a fun and some time scary novel.I really liked this novel because it has alot of cliff hangers at the end of every chapter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2005

    Great book!

    This book was just fabulous! It is a page turner and an exciting adventure! I would love to meet the authors!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2005

    SO GOOD!

    This book was one of the greatest books I have ever read! I usually only like mysteries, but I loved this book! The events that happened in the book were full of action.

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