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At  Dragonsdale, where riding is the most important thing in the world, there’s trouble ahead for best friends Cara and Breena and their beloved dragons.

Poor Breena. When her show dragon, Moonflight, is injured, it looks like time will run out for the pair to qualify for the Island Championship. Cara and her dragon, Sky, however, have never looked better, and although she misses her friend at her side, winning means so much.

But, both Breena and Cara fail to notice their spiteful rival, Hortense, making mischief behind their backs and it’s only a matter of time before their friendship is put to the ultimate test.

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            ‘Congested lungs, barking cough, swollen throat and more soot than a blocked chimney.’ Alberich Dragonleech finished his examination of Moonflight

and stood up. ‘It’s coker all right. She needs peace and quiet,’ he went on sternly. ‘A dose three times a day of my special syrup – my own mixture, mark you, not that quack concoction Mistress Hildebrand sets such store by.’ He made a disapproving face, and continued, ‘No meat.’

            Moonflight gave him a plaintive look and coughed alarmingly.

            ‘And, it need hardly be said, no flying!’ Alberich gave Breena a hard stare, as if suspecting that the minute his back was turned she would instantly saddle

Moony and wilfully fly her ailing dragon into a state of collapse.

            ‘Yes, Master Alberich,’ said Breena.

            ‘Well, I’m away to the showing at Wyvernwood. Will I see you there?’

            Breena bit her lip and shook her head.

            ‘No, I suppose not. Fare you well – and look after your dragon.’ Alberich nodded and stalked out of the stable into the cobbled yard with his characteristic

heron-like gait. Breena followed him to the door, and stood watching as he mounted a waiting dragon that was almost as lean and rangy as its rider. He strapped himself into the saddle and flicked the hand reins. The dragon unfurled its great wings. As it took off, the skirts of Alberich’s leather greatcoat streamed out behind him, flapping as if to assist the dragon’s flight.

            By the time the dragonleech and his mount had risen above the homely stone bulk of Dragonsdale House it was already difficult to tell where dragon ended and rider began.

            Breena returned to the stable, knelt down and stroked the knobbled ridge above Moonflight’s left eye. Moony looked a very woebegone dragon this morning. Her eyes were rheumy and her nose was running. She shifted listlessly on her pumice sleeping platform and snuffled.

            ‘Oh, Moony,’ said Breena sadly, ‘what am I going to do with you?’

            Cara stuck her head through the open top door of the stable. ‘How’s the patient?’

            ‘Still coughing like a nanny goat,’ replied Breena. Moonflight gave a hacking cough by way of confirmation. A wisp of smoke drifted from her

nostrils.

            ‘Would she like a nice haunch of peryton?’

            Breena shook her head. ‘She’s not allowed meat. Alberich said.’

            ‘Oh, well – she can have this instead.’ Cara slipped into the stall and rummaged in a pocket of her flying jacket. She brought out an apple and offered it to Moony, who looked offended and buried her nose under her tail.

            ‘Moony! Manners!’ Breena gave her friend an apologetic look.

            ‘Don’t worry,’ said Cara. ‘I’m always miserable when I’ve got a sore throat, and look how short my throat is compared to Moony’s.’

            Breena sighed. ‘Poor old girl.’