Books with title Mystery of the Fire Dragon

Are you up for a thrilling adventure?While setting up camp on Windswept Island, the Mystery Kids get the shock of their lives when three strange men appear and kidnap the girls.Follow the children as they are whisked away to an Eastern European country, held captive in Dragons Den, meet a British spy, get chased by dogs, swept down a raging river, and more!Book 5 in the Mystery Series, this adventure novel is set in 1950's Britain and will suit anyone who enjoys Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys or the Famous Five.

Are you up for a thrilling adventure?While setting up camp on Windswept Island, the Mystery Kids get the shock of their lives when three strange men appear and kidnap the girls.Follow the children as they are whisked away to an Eastern European country, held captive in Dragons Den, meet a British spy, get chased by dogs, swept down a raging river, and more!Book 5 in the Mystery Series, this adventure novel is set in 1950's Britain and will suit anyone who enjoys Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys or the Famous Five.

FOR USE IN SCHOOLS AND LIBRARIES ONLY. When the king decides to take the dragons to Arkwood to visit Queen Rose, Rori, Drake, and their dragons are left behind--so when the evil wizard Maldred attacks the castle riding a giant four-headed dragon that spits poison, the two young dragon mastersand their dragons are forced to defend the castle by themselves.

“It’s been burnt down!” cried Freckles, dashing up behind the girls. “I didn’t have a chance to tell you. About a week ago, Larry Reed said. Awful mysterious. In the night.”“Burned down!” repeated Mary Louise, rushing in through the trees beside the path. “Honestly?”“See for yourself!” replied her brother.A few steps more, and they saw for themselves that it was only too true. The blackened trunks, the dry, scarred grass, and the faint smoky odor confirmed his statement. The beautiful cottage was gone forever. Nothing remained but the charred stones of its foundation.“Boy, don’t I wish I’d been here!” exclaimed Freckles regretfully. “It must have been some fire. But they say nobody saw it. It was practically out when they discovered it.”“Lucky that it was!” said Mrs. Gay. “Suppose ours had caught too!”Mary Louise shuddered; such an idea was too dreadful to contemplate.“Do you know any of the details, Freckles?” asked his mother, as the party turned back to the road again.“No, I don’t. Nobody does. It just happened, at night, while everybody was over at a dance at the Royal Hotel across the river.”“Maybe we’ll hear more about it at Flicks’. Come on, let’s hurry.”They passed one bungalow on the way to the inn, which Mary Louise pointed out to Jane as belonging to the Partridges—all middle-aged people, she explained—so that her chum was not interested. Nobody over twenty-five was any use to Jane Patterson.