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When Tephra’s parents are killed, she is taken in by a foster family. Nothing unusual about that, except that Tephra is a baby dragon and her new family… are Rocs – giant birds.

This heart-warming story for children of all ages deals with a small foundling dragon  adrift in the world who finds a home with an unlikely family. It is perfect for any fantasy lover and especially those who are called Dragon-friend. As the author says in the introduction:

Once upon a time, there was…

No, that introduction won’t work for this story. There aren’t any fairies in here. Sure, there are
dragons (which are big, flying lizards that breathe fire) and there are rocs (which are birds so enormous they can pick up a whole cow and eat it, too). There are even those mythical creaturescalled humans (which are social, home-building mammals), but there are no fairies. This is also the story of a family. Or is it two families? Or maybe three. … You know, it might even be a story about only a single person, and about how she fits into the lives of those around
her. Oh, well, I can’t make up my mind, so you’ll just have to decide for yourself what sort of story this is. But however you decide, remember one thing: a family is what you make it.

Read an Excerpt:

Stork shuffled his talons impatiently on the side of the nest as he felt precious time slipping away from him. The abandoned roc eggs were not his only duty this day, simply the most urgent. But he could not force a mother to abandon her babies completely against her will – it went against the Code of the Nest, and a stork would never violate the Code.

He did not have to wait long. Rocky came racing back at full speed, chased closely by his children. When Rocky saw they had such an esteemed visitor he tried to slow his approach a little bit, but the draft sent up by his braking blew the stork straight off the nest and tumbled him beak over talons into the stream.

“Rocky!” Quartz cried in embarrassment.

“Sorry,” he muttered to them both.

The rest of the feathered children landed in the nest – barely; they had grown so much that they could not all fit properly anymore – and they were all chattering with excitement over their flight, and what they had hunted, and what they had learned, and who was that tiny strange-looking white bird they had seen, and where had he gone, and what did he want? Then Tephra caught up, landed in their midst, and sent Arkose tumbling out of the nest and into the stream, promptly soaking the stork all over again and sending the other young ones into gales of laughter.

Seeing how crowded the nest had become, the dripping stork looked at Quartz. “Past time,” he said pointedly.

Quartz looked at the nest, then at Rocky. “Dear,” she said, “Stork would like to have a private conversa-”

“By the Great Stork!” Stork shrieked.

“What?” Rocky said, looking all around for the source of the danger.

Stork looked at Rocky as if he were daft, then looked back at the nest. He could not believe his eyes: there, in the midst of these fine young fledglings, stood a dragon!

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This delightful poem by Randolph Caldecott tales the tale of Froggy’s ill-advised attempted to get Miss Mousy to agree to date him.

Chidren of all ages (and their parents) will enjoy this book, complete with the original illustrations.

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Some of the best loved poems of child hood come from this collection by Robert Louis Stevenson.

Nothing has ever been written that appeals to a child’s nature more than “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES.” It is written in a simple verse that a child can readily understand. It was one of the earlier efforts of the author, Robert Louis Stevenson. Here, by way of example, is one of the poems: THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had two pillows at my head, And all my toys beside me lay To keep me happy all the day. And sometimes for an hour or so I watched my leaden soldiers go, With different uniforms and drills, Among the bed-clothes, through the hills. And sometimes sent my ships in fleets All up and down among the sheets; Or brought my trees and houses out, And planted cities all about. I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill, And sees before him, dale and plain The pleasant Land of Counterpane.

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When Thorndancer, a small albino skunk, decides he needs to leave the meadow, the elder skunks declare him crazy. Everyone knows that to leave the meadow is deadly. That nothing exists outside of it.

But wanderlust has settled down on Thorndancer’s shoulders and so he sets out on a journey of discovery – to find out who he is, where he came from and why he is the only white skunk in the world.

This enchanting coming-of-age tale from author Gary Petras calls to the heart of boys and girls alike as they also struggle with the same questions as Thorndancer and embark on their own personal journey from the safety of childhood into the wild, frightening world of the adult.

Thorndancer is perfect for kids ages 12 to 16 but its timeless theme and storytelling appeal to all ages.

Read an excerpt:

As night fell, lights came on in the near distance. Thorndancer stopped and gazed at them. That’s where the human’s live, he thought. It’s night. I suppose those lights might mean that they’re all tucked in safe and sound. I wonder what they’re doing. His thoughts rang with Hyacinth’s warning about people, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. If they don’t see me, they can’t harm me. A slight twinge from his wounded side was another portent he chose to ignore.

Staying well out of sight, he cautiously approached the town. The place was quiet and still. He walked along the main street, sticking to the swatches of shadow and avoiding pools of yellow light provided by the hazy glow of the corner streetlamps. Most of the windows of the houses and buildings had thick coverings over them, but a few remained wide open. The humans must have left those open, the young skunk decided, so that visitors like me could get a good look at what they are like. Walking cautiously up to one of the windows, he climbed up on the ledge and pressed his nose against the glass. Inside, two adult humans sat on separate chairs. Each held small containers which they frequently raised to their lips. Two smaller humans sat on the floor of the room beside a glass bowl, grabbing handfuls of something white out of it and stuffing it into their mouths. All four of them were staring at a small rectangular box with bright images flashing across the front of it.

Thorndancer tried to follow the images on the box, but it confused him. His eyes became bleary and he had to turn away from the window to blink. When he turned around once again to watch the occupants of the house he saw that none of them had moved an inch. How can they stare at that thing without harming their eyes or at the least blinking? Maybe the flashing images have something to do with it? Maybe they enter the human brain and dull their senses.  Maybe it even thinks for them. Is that how humans spend their days? Seated transfixed in front of a box? No thought? No feeling? No real emotional bond? How sad, thought the young skunk, still trying to wash the stinging from his eyes. Watching images and refusing to partake in life.

He leapt from the window ledge to the street below and scurried back out into the warm, inviting shadows of the night. He kicked a small stone down the street and hurried after it, then kicked it again, skipping it along as he continued down the street. He lost the stone in the shadows along the curbside after a few minutes, sniffed the air for any signs of danger, and then waddled on. As he came to the end of the street, he saw one last window that had been left open to the world. He decided to give these strange creatures one more chance.

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