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Jennifer Scales and the Ancient Furnace (Jennifer Scales Series #1)
     

Jennifer Scales and the Ancient Furnace (Jennifer Scales Series #1)

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by MaryJanice Davidson, Anthony Alongi
 

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She knew that growing up would mean changing. But Jennifer wasn't prepared for the blue scales or the claws, since no one had told her that she came from a bloodline of weredragons. Her greatest challenge? Protecting herself from her family's ancient enemies and preparing herself for fierce battles. And that's a lot to expect of a girl just coming into her own.

Overview

She knew that growing up would mean changing. But Jennifer wasn't prepared for the blue scales or the claws, since no one had told her that she came from a bloodline of weredragons. Her greatest challenge? Protecting herself from her family's ancient enemies and preparing herself for fierce battles. And that's a lot to expect of a girl just coming into her own.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780441014743
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
01/30/2007
Series:
Jennifer Scales Series , #1
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
224
Sales rank:
667,855
Product dimensions:
4.25(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.60(d)
Lexile:
790L (what's this?)
Age Range:
18 Years

Meet the Author

MaryJanice Davidson is the New York Times bestselling author of several books, including the Undead novels featuring Vampire Queen Betsy Taylor. With her husband, Anthony Alongi, she also writes a series featuring a teen weredragon named Jennifer Scales. MaryJanice lives in Minneapolis with her husband and two children and is currently working on her next book.

Anthony Alongi is a fantastically good-looking, talented writer who doesn’t deserve his fantastically good-looking wife, the gifted writer MaryJanice Davidson. He spends far too much time playing games on the computer and doesn’t appreciate his wife, although he makes a mean bacon dinner and stumbled his way through Carleton College and Harvard University. He is a contract writer for Hasbro, Inc. His interests include annoying his wife, chasing his children around the house, and writing his wife’s bio.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Minneapolis, Minnesota
Date of Birth:
1969
Place of Birth:
Minot, North Dakota
Website:
http://www.maryjanicedavidson.net

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Jennifer Scales and the Ancient Furnace 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 34 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Unique plot and a few good twists and turns in the story, make this a good book to burn some time w ith.
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