Contents ( 50)
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Also by Liz Flanagan:
- COPYRIGHT
‘Winter!’ Joe said urgently. ‘That’s them! That means ours – with the thick eggshells. They might die!’
‘They mustn’t die! They can’t!’
‘It’s happening, don’t you see?’ He thought fast. ‘It’s like it’s all coming together – us finding the tunnels and the eggs, the water running hot in the caves last night. It’s connected! It’s got to be.’
‘Joe, are you dreaming? If there’s a volcano heating up, it won’t matter about the eggs. We’ll all be dead.’
‘So why does it say the eggs need silverblue to hatch? And what is it? We have to find some. It’s important.’
‘I don’t know.’ She sounded tired and full of despair. ‘I’ve read so much I can’t see straight. And it’s nearly light. We have to go now before we get caught.’
‘T-t-there is someone who will know. I mean, there might be.’ Joe paused, getting used to the idea. ‘Yes. We have to. I know who we can ask,’ he said. ‘Come on, there’s no time to lose.’
They hurriedly replaced the books, with one final glance to check they’d left no sign of their presence. They left the palace through the same door and crept back into the gardens, where the night was fading to ashy dawn.119
Joe kept returning to the horrible idea that his dragon might die before it could hatch.
To save its life, he was going to have to come back from the dead …
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Joe and Winter were more careful now, sneaking first through the tunnels and then out into the empty city as it grew light. Joe led Winter, knowing exactly where to find the person he needed: his cousin Milla.
Milla ran the island’s healing centre, bought with her inheritance from their grandmother. With her team of healers, she continued the work done by Vigo’s mother, the duchess who’d been killed in the revolution. It was a huge airy building right in the centre of Arcosi. It had a large square garden for dragons to land in, and sandy spaces for them to bask. Milla believed that the dragons speeded healing and that being with the city’s people nurtured the dragons in return. Most days you could see people walking slowly or sitting quietly there, one hand on a dragon’s scaly flank.
‘She’s usually here,’ Joe whispered to Winter, trying to see between the railings that fenced the square.
To his relief, he saw his cousin sitting on a bench with 121her friend Thom Windlass, both drinking coffee, while their dragons – Iggie and Ruby – basked in the cool yellow sunshine. Milla was yawning. Thom sprawled next to her, long legs stretched out in front of him.
Joe had always liked Thom. He looked like Joe’s image of a pirate: tall, with a broad handsome face, a neat trimmed beard and long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. He was the son of a fisherman, and he was now in charge of mapping the whole area around Arcosi. He and his dragon, Rubina, Ruby for short, would be gone for days, even weeks, surveying the whole region, and then instructing the cartographers back on Arcosi how to update the ancient maps.