After tangling with the deadly basilisk, Nathaniel Fludd is glad to return to England with his Aunt Phil. But someone has ransacked their home, and their best suspect is the sinister man who's been trying to steal the Book of Beasts.
Before Nate and Aunt Phil can find the culprit, they are called to Welsh countryside. The wyverns (giant dragons) are in an uproar. Could the same man who ransacked the Fludd house be behind the rift with the wyverns? And just what does he want with The Book of Beasts? But before Nate can solve that mystery, he must calm the dragons before it's too late. It's just another day at work for the world's youngest beastologist!
About the Author
R.L. LaFevers lives in Southern California. Learn more at her website: http://www.rllafevers.com/
Kelly Murphy grew up surrounded by swamps and marshes that she explored with her six other siblings in southern New England. If you'd like to see more of Kelly's work, please visit www.kelmurphy.com
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Late September, 1928
There were times when Nathaniel Fludd wasn’t sure he’d survive living with Aunt Phil.
"Hold on!" she called over her shoulder. "The field’s a bit bumpy."
Today was one of those times. With his feet resting on the weasels’ crate, Nate gripped the sides of the cockpit. He had no idea if all pilots were this bad at landings or if it was just Aunt Phil.
The nose of the plane dipped down. They were coming in a little fast, it seemed to Nate. And low, he thought, as they clipped a tree, shaving a good three feet off the top. Unable to stand it, he closed his eyes.
They landed with a jolt that sent his knees clacking into his chin. As they bounced and rolled to a stop, he tasted blood from where he’d bit his tongue. Once Aunt Phil cut the engine, Nate’s pet gremlin, Greasle, popped her head out of his rucksack. "Is she done with all her hopping and bopping?"
"If you’re wondering if we’ve landed, yes," Nate said.
Aunt Phil jumped out and came around to the side. "Can you hand me that crate?" she asked.
"Sure." Nate grasped the crate by the sides and hoisted it over the edge of the cockpit. Aunt Phil took it with a grunt. Then Nate grabbed his rucksack—Greasle and all—and climbed out of the plane. He felt like laughing for joy at the feel of solid ground under his feet.
Aunt Phil set the crate down on the grass and opened it. Roland and Sallie raced out, eager for their freedom after such a long journey. Nate watched as the weasels made a mad dash toward the nearby trees. "Will they come back, do you think?" he asked.
"Of course they will, in a day or two. This is their home, after all. And speaking of home," Aunt Phil said, "now that we’re here, I’ll have to do something about that gremlin of yours."
Hearing Aunt Phil’s words, Greasle dived down into the depths of Nate’s pack.
Aunt Phil did not like gremlins. She thought they were pests, and she hadn’t been happy when Nate had rescued Greasle. But Greasle had become his best friend, and he couldn’t imagine life without her. Even so, he kept his mouth closed. For now. Later, after Aunt Phil had had a decent meal and a hot bath, he’d try to talk her into letting him keep the gremlin.
Completely unaware of his scheming, Aunt Phil put her hands on her hips and looked toward the house. "I wonder where Cornelius is? He’s usually here to welcome me home."
"Maybe he’s sulking because we actually made it home. He was pretty certain I’d mess things up."
"Heard that, did you? I was afraid you had, but don’t mind old Corny. He’s gotten a bit protective from having lived through so many generations of Fludds." She grabbed the last pack. "Come on, let’s get inside. I could do with a nice strong cup of tea."
Nate followed Aunt Phil to the back door, then nearly bumped into her as she stopped unexpectedly. "That’s odd," she said.
"The back door is off its hinges." Scowling, she put her finger to her lips, then cautiously pushed the door open.
It took Nate a moment to realize what he was seeing. The house had never been tidy, but now it was in shambles. Tables were overturned and drawers were pulled out of bureaus. Some of the maps had been ripped from the wall and others were missing entirely. All the navigational instruments had been knocked from the shelves.
"Corny," Aunt Phil whispered. Then louder. "Cornelius!" It was hard to miss the note of panic in her voice. She ran into the kitchen. Cooking pots littered the floor and broken crockery was scattered everywhere. "Cornelius!" Aunt Phil called out again. "Are you here?"
They listened for a long moment, hearing nothing but echoing silence. Aunt Phil’s shoulders drooped.
There was a faint rustling behind them. "Philomena? Is that really you?"
"Cornelius!" Aunt Phil whirled around. Her face lit up with relief as the dodo emerged from under the kitchen sink. "You’re unharmed!"
"Harrumph," the dodo squawked. "If you call being browbeaten and terrorized unharmed, I suppose you could say that."
Indeed, the bird’s feathers were all ruffled and askew. "Poor Corny!" Aunt Phil knelt down in front of him. "Here, let me have a look at you."
It seemed to Nate that Cornelius was trying to look as pathetic as possible.
"I see the boy made it back alive," the dodo sniffed.
Nate wanted to shout, Yes, I made it back, you dumb dodo! Instead, he kicked at a tin can on the floor and said, "You’ve got a bit of rubbish stuck to your tail feathers."
Cornelius gave a small squawk of dismay. "Where?" he asked, craning his neck, trying to see his own backside.
Nate smiled in satisfaction, and Aunt Phil threw him a reproachful glance. "Nate did very well, Cornelius. I told you he would." Then she changed the subject. "Can you tell us what happened?" As she talked, her hands gently poked at Cornelius, looking for any serious damage.
"Two days ago a plane landed in the backyard. At first I thought it was you—you were late coming back, you know," he said accusingly.
"I know. We had a crisis in Africa. The basilisk escaped. Or was let loose. Your story first, then I will tell you ours."
"Just as I reached the back door to greet you, it flew open, knocked off its hinges. It caught me full on. I was lucky I wasn’t killed."
"Indeed," Aunt Phil murmured comfortingly.
"The blow knocked me to the ground and stunned me. That worked to my advantage, actually. The intruder didn’t notice me until later, and then he thought I was stuffed. I’m quite sure that’s what saved my life." The dodo paused, eliciting another dose of sympathy from Aunt Phil.
"Then the blackguard searched the house from top to bottom. Inside and out. He never gave a single thought as to what a mess he was making or what he was destroying, as you can see." Nate’s rucksack rustled and he felt Greasle stick her head out so she could hear better.
"Was he alone?" Aunt Phil asked.
"Yes. After searching the entire house, he left. Empty handed, I might add. Whatever he was searching for, he didn’t find. I then dragged myself to the nearest hiding place and waited until it was safe to come out."
"For two whole days?" Nate asked.
The dodo fixed Nate with a baleful glare. "They say criminals always return to the scene of the crime. It seemed best to be on the safe—what," he asked, seeing Greasle for the first time, "is that?"
Aunt Phil waved his question aside. "A gremlin. I’ll explain later. Did you get a look at the intruder?" Aunt Phil asked.
"I’ll say. For three hours, as he ransacked the house, I had nothing to do but look at him. I hardly dared blink for fear he’d realize I wasn’t stuffed." He sniffed again. "As if a beastologist would own a stuffed animal of any sort."
"Well, what did he look like?" Aunt Phil asked, a trace of impatience creeping into her voice.
Cornelius blinked his big yellow eyes at her. "Like you," he said.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Nathaniel Fludd has protected a phoenix and contained a basilisk as well as adopting a gremlin as his unlikely (and possibly unsuitable) companion. Nate is ten yeas old and he is a Beastologist-in-training; one of the last of the Fludd family line, charged with the responsibility of caring for and protecting some of the world's more unusual beasts. While Nate has grown to care deeply about Aunt Phil on their whirlwind travels across Africa, he misses his parents who were declared lost at sea. He hopes that news of a mysterious intruder tracking the beasts for ill purposes will lead to clues about their mysterious disappearance and possibly even reveal that they are alive after all. But before Nate and Aunt Phil can make sense of his parents' disappearance or the intruder, they will have to travel to Wales to appease an angry lair of Wyverns. An intruder (perhaps the intruder) is wandering their caves breaking an ancient Covenant that, once broken, will lead to Wyverns wreaking havoc across the Welsh countryside. There is less than a day left to restore the Covenant and stop the intruder, but by the end it all comes down to one question: Will Nathaniel Fludd be able to outsmart a Wyvern in The Wyvern's Treasure (2010) by R. L. LaFevers with illustrations by Kelly Murphy? The Wyvern's Treasure is the third installment in the Nathaniel Fludd, Beastologist series. It is also probably my favorite of the three because I have a special fondness for Wyverns in all of their huge, dragon-y glory. This was a fun installment in an already enjoyable series. Readers get to see a bit more of Cornelius the Dodo and learn more about the mystery surrounding Nate's parents (though not much more). This volume also brings a new landscape and more background about the Fludd family. The only flaw, really, is that it was so short that there wasn't much room for more information about the backstory of Nate's parents where readers get more questions than answers. (Questions that will hopefully be resolved later in the series.) The main story, of negotiating with the Wyvern's and stopping the intruder is excellent; filled with action, humor and a fair bit of charm. Over the course of the series, Nathaniel is really coming into his own as a beastologist at the same time that his pet, Greasle the Gremlin, is learning more about how to deal with things in the human world. Murphy's illustrations are, as ever, wonderful additions to the story with representations of the beasts, the characters and the landscape as well as some of Nate's own drawings for good measure. All in all, a delightful read. Possible Pairings: The Spiderwick Chronicles by Holly Black and Tony DiTerrlizzi, The Fairy Tale Detectives by Michael Buckley, We Are Not Eaten by Yaks by C. Alexander London, The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket
Received for review from netgalley.The third installment of the Nathaniel Fludd adventures finds Nathaniel and his aunt returning home to find their home ransacked, and a looming disaster surrounding a broken treaty with the proud Wyverns. The suspected trouble maker is a long-lost relative who has apparently been causing problems throughout the Beastologists' world as he searches for the Fludd family legacy. Nathaniel and his aunt must race the clock to stop the chaos that has been triggered.This is such an entertaining book, I will continue to follow the series. Perfect for young readers, the story is packed with action and subtle lessons regarding self-reliance and honoring obligations. A quick read, I can't imagine anyone getting bored with this one.
This is the third book in the Nathaniel Fludd, Beastologist series by LaFevers. It was in keeping with the rest of the books in the series and was a fun and quick read. The book takes a little over an hour to read and is aimed at younger age to middle grade children. I got this book as an advanced reading copy from netgalley.In this book Nathaniel and his Aunt return home to find their house ransacked...they suspect the man who did it may be the same one who tried to steal the Book of Beasts. Then they receive a message that the Wyvern's treaty has been broken. Aunt Phil and Nathaniel can only race to try and fix things with the Wyvern; hoping that some of the mysteries surrounding the man who is causing all the trouble will be revealed along the way.This book dealt more with the over-arcing story involving the mysterious man that has been causing a lot of trouble. The main story of the trouble with the Wyvern is also resolved nicely. If you liked the previous Nathaniel Fludd books you will like this one. Nathaniel is gradually getting more comfortable with his adventures and Aunt Phil is slowly accepting that Greasle might be a keeper.The illustrations are wonderful and the story is action-packed and fun. Overall story that young to middle grade kids will really get into. Nathaniel makes for an unlikely hero and Aunt Phil is always a lot of fun! I look forward to the next Nathaniel Fludd adventure.
This is a great book, especially for reluctant readers. My son, who has ADD, is not a big reader although he enjoys being read to. I stumbled upon the first in this series, Nathaniel Fludd, Beastologist, and bought it in the hopes it would catch his attention. WOW! We are now on the third book in the series and he's still going strong. The characters are interesting and easy to relate to. Nate is an average boy who gets caught in some pretty wild adventures as he learns how to become a beastologist. I like that he is a reluctant hero and admits to being afraid or not knowing what to do. We LOVE the character of Greasle who makes us laugh at all her antics. Each story is exciting with just the right amount of description to set the scene without losing attention. The pictures are very engaging. We can't wait to find out what happens next in the stories. I highly recommend this book as not only is my son reading it and loving it, but I am really enjoying the story as well!