The Frozen Menace (Dragonbreath Series #11)

The Frozen Menace (Dragonbreath Series #11)

by Ursula Vernon

Hardcover

$12.99
View All Available Formats & Editions
Eligible for FREE SHIPPING
  • Want it by Wednesday, October 24?   Order by 12:00 PM Eastern and choose Expedited Shipping at checkout.

Overview

The Frozen Menace (Dragonbreath Series #11) by Ursula Vernon

Danny Dragonbreath and his friends are cooler than ever in book 11 of the comic series perfect for Big Nate and Diary of a Wimpy Kid fans  
 
Danny Dragonbreath doesn’t just have a cold. He is cold. His fire has gone out! And that’s super-dangerous for a fire-breathing dragon like Danny. So, following a tip from his great-grandfather, Danny and his trusty friends Wendell and Christiana head to the farthest north to find the magical ingredient that will reignite his fire. On the way, the gang faces an extremely windy bridge, killer ice worms, and one very confused baby phoenix.
 
A perfect blend of text and comic panels, this goofy eleventh installment in the Dragonbreath series is guaranteed to make you laugh until smoke comes out of your nose!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780803739864
Publisher: Penguin Young Readers Group
Publication date: 01/12/2016
Series: Dragonbreath Series , #11
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 133,610
Product dimensions: 5.80(w) x 7.10(h) x 0.70(d)
Lexile: 590L (what's this?)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Ursula Vernon is a dragons-rights activist and full-time artist and writer whose work has won a Hugo and been nominated for an Eisner Award. Her Dragonbreath books have received many awards, including an IRA/CBC Children's Choice, two Kirkus Reviews Best Books of the Year for Children Awards, and an Indie Next List Pick. She lives with her husband in Pittsboro, North Carolina.

Read an Excerpt

Title Page

Dedication

Copyright

Cold As Ice

A Rare Disease

To The Bus!

Extinguished

The Magical Refrigerator

The Expedition Begins

Over The Edge

Iceworms And Fiery Birds

When Iceworms Get Mad . . .

Run!

Worm Food

Hatched

Sparks and Eggshells

Herbert

Mama Wendell

Baby Phoenix Lizard

Fiery Puke

Glow Worms

Worm Teamwork

Fire And Burps

Love And Glasses

The Fire-Breathing Dragon Goes Home

About the Author

Danny woke up and immediately wished he hadn’t.

He’d been dreaming about snow and ice, and when he woke up, it seemed like part of the dream had come with him. There was a frozen knot in his chest that radiated cold.

He pulled the blankets back and poked himself in the chest. His skin felt clammy. The coldness in his chest didn’t budge.

“That’s weird . . .” said Danny out loud.

He tried to breathe fire. Not a lot of fire—large parts of his room were flammable!—but just a little to get his blood moving.

Nothing happened.

Normally when he was cold, it was easier to breathe fire. He’d had great luck with holding a bag of frozen peas under his chin, although his mom had made him stop because he kept thawing out the peas.

He took a deep breath and thought about things that made him mad—video games that ate your saved game so you had to replay for hours. Big Eddy the school bully. People being mean to animals.

When he exhaled, he breathed frost into the room.

“Whoa,” he said.

He slid out of bed and went downstairs.

His father was sitting in the kitchen, reading a book and drinking coffee. He looked up, surprised.

“You’re up early, sport. What’s wrong?”

His father frowned. “Are you sick?”

“I might be?” said Danny. This didn’t feel like having a fever. It was more like he’d eaten ice cream too fast and chilled his stomach, except instead of warming up, his stomach had gone on to chill his heart and his lungs and his liver and all the other wibbly bits that go into a small dragon’s anatomy.

(Danny’s father was a “sympathy vomiter,” which meant that if someone threw up anywhere near him, Danny’s dad would immediately run for the bathroom. Whenever Danny came home sick from school, his father hid in the bedroom until they established that it was a fever and not food poisoning. Danny found the whole thing sort of funny, if tragic.)

“Nah,” said Danny. “I’m not queasy. I’m just cold.”

Danny’s father felt his forehead. “You feel cold. I don’t know. I wish your mom were here . . . She’ll be back Thursday.”

Danny nodded.

“You want to stay home from school?”

“Okay,” said Danny, who was not going to turn down a chance to stay home from school. “I’ll go back to bed.”

“You do that,” said his father. As Danny climbed up the stairs to his bedroom, his father called, “You’re not allowed to die until Thursday! Your mom will yell at me!”

Danny grinned, despite the cold, and went back to bed.

He slept for most of the day, and when he woke up, the cold feeling was worse.

His throat felt a bit like when he’d eaten a cough drop and then inhaled deeply, except that it didn’t taste like mint. The air hitting the back of his throat was like frost.

It was sort of neat, except for being half-frozen.

He piled blankets on top of himself, and then more blankets, and then a few more. It didn’t seem to help. The cold was coming from inside him, not from the air.

He was just thinking of going in search of more blankets when the door opened.

“Wendell!” said Danny happily, sitting up. His best friend, Wendell the iguana, came in, followed by Christiana the crested lizard. “Christiana! What are you guys doing here?”

“We brought you your homework,” said Wendell. “Your dad says you’re sick.”

“Whoa,” said Christiana. “That sounds serious.” She frowned at Danny. “I don’t really understand the mechanism that lets you breathe fire—I’d probably have to dissect you to figure that out—”

“I’m not that sick!”

“—but that sounds like some kind of weird dragon problem to me.” She leaned against the door frame. “Have you asked any dragons?”

“I asked my dad,” said Danny. “But he’s not really good with medical stuff. I mean, he’ll get a headache and Mom will be all ‘Did you take some aspirin?’ and he’s all ‘No, I didn’t,’ and she’ll be all ‘Why not?’ and he’ll be like ‘I dunno . . .’ and—”

“I don’t think there are any,” Danny admitted. “We’re sort of endangered, and also the total secrecy thing.”

“Makes it hard to go to medical school,” said Wendell. “What about your granddad? He knows all kinds of stuff. He got that awful wasp out of my dreams that time.”

“That’s a great idea!” said Danny. He draped himself in blankets and led the procession downstairs to the phone.

The phone rang eighteen times, which was pretty normal for Danny’s grandfather. Then it was picked up and Danny heard: “Eh? What? Is this thing on?”

“IT’S ME, GREAT-GRANDDAD!” yelled Danny into the receiver.

“Eh? You’re not my granddad! My granddad was swallowed by the Great Toad of Prosperity and became immortal, for all the good it does him inside a toad. Unless you mean my granddad on my mother’s side—”

“NO!” yelled Danny. “You’re MY great-granddad! It’s Danny!”

“Oh, right, right. How are you, boy?”

He explained—loudly—the strange cold sensation he’d been feeling.

“Now that’s interesting . . .”

“He says it’s interesting,” said Danny to Wendell and Christiana.

“Good interesting?” asked Wendell. “Or ‘Wow, you’ve got a disease so rare that they’re going to name it after you’ interesting?”

“That’d be kind of neat,” said Danny. “Danny’s Reverse Fever! I’ll be famous!”

“I always figured you’d end up in a medical textbook one way or another . . .” muttered Christiana.

“I think so,” said Danny. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt, it’s just weird.”

“Come out and see me,” said Great-Grandfather Dragonbreath. “It could be serious, and if it is, there’s no time to lose.” He considered. “And bring that little friend of yours out too. Wanda, was it?”

“Wendell . . .” said Danny, but his great-grandfather had already hung up the phone.

“Are you sure you want to come with me?” asked Danny as they left the house. He’d written a note to his dad saying that he was going to Great-Granddad’s house and that Wendell and Christiana were with him.

“I don’t really mind being called Wanda,” said Wendell. “I’m kind of used to it. And I like your great-granddad.”

“It’s not that,” said Danny. “It’s . . . well . . . I’m sick. Sort of. Aren’t you afraid you’ll catch it?”

Customer Reviews

Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See All Customer Reviews

The Frozen Menace (Dragonbreath Series #11) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The dragonbreath series is the best book series i've ever read. This book takes a bit of a more intense and cinematic approach. In the other books the stakes didn't feel very high, but this one in particular kept me at the edge of my seat the entire way. I recommend this book to anyone who thought that the first 4-5 books were too boring. Its ending makes it abundantly clear that a follow will be made, which means Ursula Vernon was confident enough that you'd like it that she set up the foundations for a followup at the end. If all this hasn't convinced you yet, then I don't know what will.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought that this was an overall great book, and... AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
U ty y tyt vhyyt
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fhdedudhfdhdggdhhd