Two children and their family celebrate the Chinese New Year.

Once upon a time, there was a young dragon named Elvin. He was a beautiful dragon, with colors that shimmered and gleamed, and his scales looked like beautifully painted glass that sparkled. The most wonderful thing about Elvin, though, was that he was just as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. But Elvin had one big problem. He had stinky feet, really stinky feet. In fact, his feet smelled so smelly that none of the kids would play with him, and his nickname became Stinky Feet. That made Elvin very sad. His mom, who loved Elvin so much, gave him a special gift that allowed him to play with his friends again. Stinky Feet, the Dragon, a picture book for children, tells the story of a special young dragon who discovers that problems dont have to control your life. With the help of family and friends, lifes little issues can easily turn into rainbows.

Dirk is a budding boy wizard who hatched as a dragon and has a ring that turns him back into one. For his summer vacation, he's leaving Roman Britannia on a secret journey to tell the dragon who raised him she's free from a curse. He doesn't realize he's being tracked by his worst enemy, the sorceress who abducted him as a baby and blames him for her husband's death. Treacherous Ethelda thinks Dirk has her fiendishly powerful wand and she'll do anything to get it back. The Roman Army wants the Wand of the Black Sphere, too, worried Ethelda will use it against them, and they're looking for Dirk, the last one seen with it. But Dirk's halfway around the world dealing with monsters and magic they couldn't imagine. Packed with intrigue and humor, this final book in the illustrated Dragon Lad trilogy joins The Thirteenth Egg and Tale of the Talisman for spectacular storytelling.

Erun Oncant, the ordinary son of ordinary parents, lived in Cardoney. That is, until chosen by a dying dragon to be the rider for her unhatched daughter. As he took the sword from her dying body, it became instilled with magical powers, and all that remained of her flowed into it. The egg hatched into the first ever yellow dragon, a colour never seen before and only talked about in legend, and with the help of Princess Lelia from the Kingdom of Vanticor, he cared for her, as she grew to full size. Her name, inherited from her mother, became Corella. Tensions between surrounding Kingdoms had developed into all out war under the influence of a wizard of immense power. All feared that Cardoney would be next. Erun and Corella forged an inseparable bond, and together, they set out to foil the evil machinations of the wizard and restore peace to the world.

It was "about first-drink time," as the captain of the Tsuen-Chau, bound for Shanghai and Japan ports, observed to his friend Cesare Domenico, a good British subject born at Malta. They sat on the coolest corner in Port Said, their table commanding both the cross-way of Chareh Sultan el Osman, and the short, glaring vista of desert dust and starved young acacias which led to the black hulks of shipping in the Canal. From the Bar la Poste came orchestral strains--"Ai nostri monti"--performed by a piano indoors and two violins on the pavement. The sounds contended with a thin, scattered strumming of cafe mandolins, the tinkle of glasses, the steady click of dominoes and backgammon; then were drowned in the harsh chatter of Arab coolies who, all grimed as black as Nubians, and shouldering spear-headed shovels, tramped inland, their long tunics stiff with coal-dust, like a band of chain-mailed Crusaders lately caught in a hurricane of powdered charcoal. Athwart them, Parisian gowns floated past on stout Italian forms; hulking third-class Australians, in shirtsleeves, slouched along toward their mail-boat, hugging whiskey bottles, baskets of oranges, baskets of dates; British soldiers, khaki-clad for India, raced galloping donkeys through the crowded and dusty street. It was mail-day, and gayety flowed among the tables, under the thin acacias, on a high tide of Amer Picon.

In Mistress of Dragons we were introduced to a world where political deception, greed, and avarice have lead to a violation of the "hands off" policy of the Parliament of Dragons concerning the affairs of men. Indeed that violation threatens more than policy and order it threatens the peaceful existence of the human race. Man's only hope and his greatest threat is The Dragon's Son Twins born out of violence and raised apart. Ven (short for Vengeance) is raised in seclusion under the watchful eye of his deceased mother's Amazonian lover. He is a child whose appearance belies his heritage - half-man/ half-dragon. Marcus is raised in a court, and given all of the protections and breeding that would entail. He appears to be completely human, yet his psychic link with the brother he has never known betrays the dragon magic that lies within him. It is up to the dragon emissary who passes himself off as a man, Draconas, to protect them both before the internecine struggle destroys the Parliament of Dragons and brings an oppressive reign of fire down upon all mortal men.

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The last of the great fire-breathing dragons has awakened. . . . Everyone thought all the dragons had been wiped out—until a fierce flying beast appears and leaves the village of Doran in flames. There is only one survivor: Jude, an ordinary man who never intended to be a hero. He'd rather avoid any danger, but a strange, strong-willed girl from a distant land has her own plans for hunting the last dragon. Can her courage and cunning help him conquer his fear in time to save their world from devastation? Sherryl Jordan's The Hunting of the Last Dragon is a gripping story of fantasy, courage, and romance.

The third young master of the Divine Sword Villa had reincarnated into the useless third son of the Long family. Furthermore, he wanted to see how the Soaring Dragon had managed to survive in this foreign world. Thanks for everyone's support. We're cheering for you today. The group number is 81332675. 