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Jennifer Scales and the Ancient Furnace And you thought puberty sucked. Try morphing into a dragon. I knew that at this age I'd be going through a lot of changes—but blue scales? Claws? A snout? Come on! This is ridiculous and just so unfair. And I can't believe my parents waited until the day I turned into a dragon to tell me that I am one—thanks to my dad's side of the family. Believe me, no amount of dieting can stop how big I grow when I turn dragon—and don't get me started on the tail. This dragon thing is going to happen every crescent moon. Can I be any more of a freak? At least I have my grandfather to show me how to get by as a weredragon. It's not easy. And I can't even tell my best friends, because dragons have ancient enemies who want to destroy them. As if my parents, school and the soccer team weren't enough to deal with. Looks like it's up to me to protect the few fellow dragons that are still left or I won't see my next birthday. Forget about blowing out those candles. With this breath, I'll set the whole town on fire...
Berkley (Jam), August 2005 |
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