Dragonfall Mountain: The Warlock's Child Book Two
Автор Paul Collins и Sean McMullen
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A collaboration by Paul Collins and Sean McMullen, two of Australia’s most popular fantasy authors. The Warlock’s Child weaves a new and exciting brand of magic.
The Invincible has been attacked, and all seems lost. Dantar’s only escape from his enemies is through the foul-smelling sewers of Savaria. Velza’s plans to save him are soon thwarted by three enormous dragons threatening to set fire to the city. Can Dantar and Velza deliver the city from danger?
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Paul Collins has written over 130 books and 140 short stories. He is best known for The Quentaris Chronicles, which he co-edits with Michael Pryor, The Jelindel Chronicles, The Earthborn Wars and The World of Grrym trilogy in collaboration with Danny Willis.Paul’s latest picture book is The Glasshouse, illustrated by Jo Thompson. Espionage space thriller, The Only Game in the Galaxy, the final exhilarating instalment of his YA series, The Maximus Black Files, was released in September 2013. Most recently he and Sean McMullen co-wrote the action-packed fantasy series, Warlock’s Child.Paul has been short-listed for many awards and won the Aurealis, William Atheling and the inaugural Peter McNamara awards. He has had two Notable Books in the Children’s Book Council of Australia Awards.
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Dragonfall Mountain - Paul Collins
Dragonfall Mountain
Paul Collins is the author of 140 books, including fantasy series The Jelindel Chronicles, The Quentaris Chronicles and The World of Grrym (in collaboration with Danny Willis).
Sean McMullen is the author of over a hundred fantasy and science fiction novels and stories, including Souls in the Great Machine and Voyage of the Shadowmoon. He was runner up for the Hugo Award in 2011.
Also by Paul Collins
The Jelindel Chronicles
The Quentaris Chronicles
The World of Grrym (with Danny Willis)
The Earthborn Wars
The Maximus Black Files
Also by Sean McMullen
Before the Storm
Changing Yesterday
The Ancient Hero
Souls in the Great Machine
Glass Dragons
Voyage of the Shadowmoon
DRAGONFALL MOUNTAIN
Paul Collins and Sean McMullen
First published by Ford Street Publishing, an imprint of
Hybrid Publishers, PO Box 52, Ormond VIC 3204
Melbourne Victoria Australia hybridpublishers.com.au
This publication is copyright. Apart from any use
as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced by any process without
prior written permission from the publisher. Requests and enquiries concerning reproduction
should be addressed to Ford Street Publishing Pty Ltd, 162 Hoddle Street, Abbotsford, Vic 3067,
Australia. www.fordstreetpublishing.com
First published 2015
National Library of Australia Cataloguing-in-Publication entry
Creator: Collins, Paul, 1954– author.
Title: Dragonfall mountain / Paul Collins, Sean McMullen.
eISBN: 978-1-925272-31-4
Series: Warlock’s child: bk 2.
Target Audience: For primary school age.
Subjects: Fantasy fiction. Other Creators/Contributors:
McMullen, Sean, 1948– author.
© Paul Collins and Sean McMullen
© Cover design: Grant Gittus
© Cover illustration Marc McBride
Editor: Gemma Dean-Furlong
To Fran McKechnie, librarian extraordinaire
mapContents
DRAGONS
DANTAR
VELZA
DANTAR
VELZA
DANTAR
VELZA
DRAGONS
DANTAR
VELZA
DANTAR
VELZA
DRAGONS
The greatest naval battle in all of history looked trivial from a height of three miles, but for a dragon the height did not matter. Everything that humans did or built was insignificant.
Dravaud had folded his wings back and was dropping like a stone. Far below, he sensed a dragon chick in distress, but had no clear view. The wind had dropped away to almost nothing, and the smoke from burning ships hung over the fighting. The ship holding the chick was nowhere to be seen.
The mind of the enormous creature sensed a faint call of distress, something like the cry of a lost kitten. The chick was helpless, trapped, probably in a cage on a sinking human ship. Young dragons were tricksters, adopting pet humans or starting fires that humans would blame on each other. This youngling was not yet clever enough to avoid human traps, however.
The day before, Dravaud had dropped from the sky and sprayed fire at a ship in the Dravinian fleet, declaring that Dravinia would win the war against Savaria. Now the weaker Savarians had gained the upper hand. This was loss of face, even humiliation, for any dragon. Best that nobody discovers my shame, whether dragon or human. Best to kill them all.
The dragon pulled out of his dive, yet finding a target was a problem. The young dragon was on one of the ships engulfed in smoke. Unexpectedly, the chick’s cry lost all its alarm – the danger was past. Perhaps it had flamed its way out of its cage. Too late, thought Dravaud, still furious. The humans need to be taught a lesson.
Nearly half the Dravinian fleet had not yet joined in the fighting. The dragon approached the reserve ships, skimming barely above mast height. Streamers of green flame lashed through the rigging of the warships and washed over the decks, killing everyone not under cover. Clouds of arrows, crossbow bolts and firepots smashed into his body, but he barely noticed.
Three low swoops over the fleet left three dozen ships blazing. For the dragon, it was all too easy. Dravaud was destroying the losing side, and the Savarians would take all the credit. Their ships were hidden by the smoke of the battle . . . but beyond the smoke, between the shore and the mountains, was Teliz, their capital city.
Why save the city for last? he thought. I shall destroy it next, then hunt down the Savarian ships as they attempt to flee.
DANTAR
Dantar had taken the warship Invincible for granted until it sank. It was solid underfoot,
it provided meals, and he had a place to sleep. In a sense, it was like a village, except that it floated and visited villages in other kingdoms. Now it was gone, except for a few bits that broke off before it sank. Dantar was clinging to one of those bits.
The battle in which the warship had been sunk was still raging. Thick