The Book of Dragons
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A dragon who flies out of a magical book; one whose purr quiets a fussy baby; another who eats an entire pack of tame hunting-hippopotomuses: These eight dragon tales are filled with the imaginative wit of children’s author Edith Nesbit. (Summary by Laurie Anne Walden)
and leaned on one elbow to listen. But when he heard that there were so many dragons he shook his head. “It’s no good,” he said, “they would be one too many for poor old George. You should have waked me before. I was always for a fair fight—one man one dragon, was my motto.” Just then a flight of dragons passed overhead, and St. George half drew his sword. But he shook his head again and pushed the sword back as the flight of dragons grew small in the distance. “I can’t do anything,” he said.
his way, but he was a little—well, strange.” “Mad?” asked Lionel, cheerfully. “No, no”—both the gentlemen were sincerely shocked. “Not mad; but if I may express it so, he was—er—too clever by half. And I should not like a little King of mine to have anything to do with his books.” Lionel looked puzzled. “The fact is,” the Chancellor went on, twisting his red beard in an agitated way, “your great—” “Go on,” said Lionel. “—was called a wizard.” “But he wasn’t?” “Of course not—a most worthy
them. They went very fast, because dragons can go uphill as easily as down. You would not understand why if I told you—because you are only in long division at present; yet if you want me to tell you, so that you can show off to other children, I will. It is because dragons can get their tails into the fourth dimension and hold on there, and when you can do that everything else is easy. The dragon went very fast, only stopping to eat the collector and the sportsman, who were still struggling to
for them, “I can do one or two other little things for you. Time shall not make the Princess sad. All days will be like one day till her deliverer comes. And you and I, dear Queen, will sit in stone at the gate of the tower. In doing this for you I lose all my witch’s powers, and when I say the spell that changes you to stone, I shall change with you, and if ever we come out of the stone, I shall be a witch no more, but only a happy old woman.” Then the three kissed one another again and again,
course Elfin would not let her. He stuffed his finger into the top of the bottle, and the Princess cried out: “The sea—the sea—run for the cliffs!” And off they went, with the five and seventy pigs trotting steadily after them in a long black procession. The bottle got hotter and hotter in Elfin’s hands, because the dragon inside was puffing fire and smoke with all his might—hotter and hotter and hotter—but Elfin held on till they came to the cliff edge, and there was the dark blue sea, and the