After finding a compass and clues left by Kallista’s father, Leo Babbage, Trenton and Kallista head west aboard their homemade mechanical dragon to search for the missing inventor. The two teenagers hope to find answers about their mountain city of Cove, but instead, they find only a blackened forest, ruined buildings, and a small underground city. Almost immediately, Trenton and Kallista are caught up in a civil war between a clan of scavengers called Whipjacks and the Order of the Beast, people who believe that dragons are immortal and divine. Stranded in a new city, the two friends meet Plucky, a Whipjack girl with mechanical legs, and Ander, a young member of the Order who claims humans are able to communicate with dragons. Can they trust anyone, or have they unknowingly stepped into a trap? And high above in the sky, the dragons are gathering . . .
About the Author
J. Scott Savage is the author of the Farworld middle grade fantasy series and the Case File 13 middle grade monster series. He has been writing and publishing books for over ten years. He has visited over 400 elementary schools, dozens of writers conferences, and taught many writing classes. He has four children and lives with his wife Jennifer and their Border Collie, Pepper, in a windy valley of the Rocky Mountains.
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Focused on opening the release valve, he didn't see the dark shape that rose out of the trees below them until a shadow dropped over his controls.
Spinning around, he looked straight into the deadly gold eyes of a huge red dragon.
"Watch out!" he screamed.
Drawing back its sinewy neck, the monster roared and dove toward them.
Ramming the lever to his right as far forward as it would go, Trenton sent them plunging toward the ground.
Kallista's head snapped left and her eyes went wide. Surprised as she was, though, her reflexes were sharp as a blade. At the same time as the dragon opened its huge fang-filled mouth, following closely behind them,
Kallista yanked the flight controls hard to the right.
Trenton ducked his head, expecting a ball of flames. Instead a thick yellow cloud spewed from between the dragon's jaws. Kallista's maneuver avoided almost all of the cloud, but a few droplets beaded on the sleeve of Trenton's jacket. Everywhere the liquid touched, the leather bubbled and foamed.
Yelping, Trenton wiped his sleeve on Ladon's metal skin. The yellow drops fizzed a little, marking the metal, before disappearing.
"What is that?" Kallista shouted.
"Some kind of acid," Trenton yelled back.
Correcting its course, the red dragon closed on them again. Less than twenty feet above the forest, Trenton searched for an opening to fly into, but the treetops were too dense to break through.
Behind them, the monster roared and shot another stream of acid.