The Dragon in the Driveway (Dragon Keepers, Book 2)
The Dragon Keepers have a new mission!
It's been raining for days, and dragon keepers Jesse and Daisy have been stuck inside with their dragon, Emmy. As soon as the rain stops, they are out of the house in a flash. First on their list of things to do? To find out what the villainous Dr. St. George—a dragon slayer in disguise—is up to.
But Dr. St. George isn’t in his office at the college, and all of his stuff is gone! Jesse, Daisy, and Emmy quickly discover St. George’s latest evil plan: to take over the forest and find the magic golden ax that is buried there. To make matters worse, he has also enslaved the mythical beings that are returning to Goldmine City. Can the two dragon keepers and their dragon free the hobgoblins and dryads under St. George’s power and return the forest to right?
From the Hardcover edition.
myself.” Suddenly the wind let up for a moment and the trees straightened. They looked stern but satisfied. This storm is making us all wacky, Jesse thought. Cabin fever: that was what Aunt Maggie had called it that morning before she left for work at the ad company. It did feel as if they were trapped in the cabin of a ship that was riding out an endless storm. It had been raining for five days. How much longer could it go on? Jesse grabbed a container of coleslaw from the refrigerator and
going down there.” Daisy swiveled onto her backside and was just about to slide down into the hole when Emmy’s eager face appeared in the doorway. Her great green eyes shone with wonder and excitement. “Jesse, Daisy, come down now!” she said with such urgency that Jesse dropped down beside Daisy and they both scooted into the hole and through the door. Jesse went down the stairs first, but Daisy wasn’t far behind. It was at least ten degrees cooler down there. The cousins found their arms
alive. And, as if all that weren’t bad enough, Jesse had to pee. If this is a magical adventure, then I want my old life back. “I am so, so sorry,” Daisy said, letting out a huge shuddering yawn. She mumbled, “I should have put you in charge of the flashlight, and now it’s all my fault that we’re lost. And I hate my hair.” “It’s not your fault or your hair’s fault, either, okay, Daisy?” “Okay,” she said. After a short silence, she asked, “Are you hungry? I’m starved. I could eat a giant pizza
dragons. Just after Emmy had hatched from the thunder egg, they had been lucky enough to stumble onto his site. “Let’s go,” said Jesse. Jesse and Daisy tried to hurry home, but Emmy stopped every few blocks and wouldn’t budge until they had smothered her with hugs and kisses and reassurances that everything would be all right. When the cousins had finally pulled down the garage door and unfastened her leash, Emmy shivered and shook, droplets of moisture spinning off her in a fine spray. Jesse
won’t mind,” said Douglas Fir. “And we won’t, either.” “It’s a pajama parade!” Emmy said. “Pajama party,” Jesse corrected. Emmy looked sad. “But where are my pajamas?” she asked. “You don’t need pajamas, Emmy,” Daisy told her. “You have beautiful green and blue scales!” “That’s true, I am very beautiful,” Emmy said, recovering her good spirits. “Let’s go!” The tree spirits wheeled around and headed into the backyard, with Emmy trotting along between them. The cousins followed them across