{"product_id":"dragons-of-the-watch-isbn-9781400073412","title":"Dragons of the Watch","description":"\u003cp\u003eTrapped in a forgotten city, bound by secrets, Ellie and Bealomondore must enlist the dragons of the watch to find freedom.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eEllie knows exactly where she is going. She just wants to experience the pomp and circumstance of a royal wedding, then settle into a simple life with a country husband.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith too many choices, Bealomondore’s future is a tangle of possibilities. He is respected, well-known, and admired among the elite of Chiril, but Wulder demands he narrow his focus and follow his Creator, one step at a time.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eBoth Ellie and Bealomondore’s plans are thwarted when they find themselves lost in an isolated city. As they discern the needs of a group of wild children and a very old man, clues began to surface and a bigger picture is revealed. With the help of the dragons of the watch, can the two tumanhofers find the way out—and perhaps discover their connection to something greater than themselves?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for Donita K. Paul’s DragonKeeper Chronicles and Chiril Chronicles\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The writing is crisp and the setting imaginative. This series will speak to all ages of Christian readers.”\u003cbr\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublisher’s Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Donita K. Paul never fails to satisfy the imagination and delight the soul.… This is fantasy that truly illuminates reality.”\u003cbr\u003e—JIM DENNEY, author of the \u003ci\u003eTimebenders Series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Donita K. Paul’s vivid imagery and startling plot twists will delight fans.”\u003cbr\u003e—KACY BARNETT-GRAMCKOW, author of the \u003ci\u003eGenesis Trilogy\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Donita K. Paul, as she always gives us a delightful read: intriguing, challenging, and full of blessing.”\u003cbr\u003e—KATHRYNMACKEL, author of \u003ci\u003eVanished\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Donita K. Paul possesses a unique talent for instilling deep wisdom and spiritual truth in a story that is engrossing and satisfying.… She is one of my favorite authors.”\u003cbr\u003e—HANNAH ALEXANDER, author of \u003ci\u003eSilent Pledge\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Donita K. Paul’s inventiveness never ceases to amaze. Fresh ideas for new races of people and unusual creatures keep flowing from her gifted pen.”\u003cbr\u003e—JILL ELIZABETH NELSON, author of the \u003ci\u003eTo Catch a Thief Series\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Shut your eyes, hold your breath, and plunge into the unshackled imagination of Donita K. Paul.”\u003cbr\u003e—LINDA WICHMAN, author of \u003ci\u003eLegend of the Emerald Rose\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDonita K. Paul\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of \u003ci\u003eThe Dragons of Chiril, Dragons of the Valley, \u003c\/i\u003eand the bestselling DragonKeeper Chronicles with more than a quarter of a million books in print. She enjoys cooking, beading, stamping, knitting, and her grandsons. Not necessarily in that order. Visit her website at DonitaKPaul.com.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eInvitation\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      Ellie sat on her favorite boulder and looked Tak right in the eyes, telling him what was on her mind. “Gramps shouldn’t have taught me to read.”\u003cbr\u003e      Tak responded as he usually did when he received Ellie’s confidences. He lowered his head, placing it on her knee for a rub. \u003cbr\u003e      Ellie obliged her pet, stroking the white hair between his nubby horns with one hand while digging in the pocket of her homespun pinafore with the other. The mountain breeze toyed with the paper she withdrew. With difficulty, she smoothed the small poster out on her other knee. Dirty and wrinkled, it still made her heart beat a little faster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e                  \u003cbr\u003e                              Royal Wedding and Coronation\u003cbr\u003e                                          Princess Tipper\u003cbr\u003e                                                   and\u003cbr\u003e                     Prince Jayrus, Dragonkeeper and Paladin\u003cbr\u003e               \u003cbr\u003e                              All invited to the celebration\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      “All invited. But Ellicinderpart Clarenbessipawl and her goat Tak can’t come. No chaperone, no travel. Ma and Da aren’t interested. And Gramps just laughs. ‘You’ll see. You’ll see,’ is all he says. He should take me himself.”\u003cbr\u003e      Her younger brother’s shrill yell came from the knoll rising out of the river to the east. “Ellie! Ellie!”\u003cbr\u003e      He stood on the hill, grinning like a bear with a paw in the honey hive and his face red from running. His stubby tumanhofer body bounced with excitement. He held his fists above his head and whirled them around in circles. Something had set him off.\u003cbr\u003e      She stood and hollered back. “You be calling me by my proper name out in the open ’n’ at the top of your lungs, Gustustharinback. Ma will tan yer hide if she’s finding out you disgrace the family with such shabby care of our dignity.”\u003cbr\u003e      When he saw her, he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted, “Yer wanted at home. Itta be good news.” \u003cbr\u003e      That information didn’t impress her. Probably a delivery of the bolt of muslin ordered, which meant she’d be cutting and dyeing lengths for making new clothes. Not exciting news at all.\u003cbr\u003e      “Can it wait?” She gestured behind her to the scattered goat herd. “I’ll have to gather Tak’s clan if I’m to come home now.”\u003cbr\u003e      “I’ll come help you.” Gustus charged down the hill toward the footbridge across the river.\u003cbr\u003e      Ellie stared at him for a moment with her mouth hanging open. The good news had nothing to do with cloth. Her brother would never voluntarily help bring in the goats for something as mundane as new clothes. He scurried down the path, slipping some on the loose rocks. But the precarious descent did not slow him a bit. Even in the narrower patches, where exposed roots of arranndon bushes tripped careless hikers, her sturdy brother skidded downward.\u003cbr\u003e      Folding the royal celebration notice into a small square, Ellie stuffed it back in her pocket. She turned away from watching her brother’s progress and nudged the goat. “Come on, Tak. You find the nannies, and I’ll find the billies.”\u003cbr\u003e      Ellie went one direction and Tak another. In a few minutes, she located the fifteen goats that formed the herd. Mostly young males, these animals preferred the rockier terrain. She suspected it had to do with their perpetual game of I’m-up-highest.\u003cbr\u003e      She clicked her tongue and tapped her staff on a rock. Their heads rose as if all attached to the same string, though they didn’t come right away. Each one chewed what was in his mouth and casually left his place one by one. Taking a serene amble down the hillside, they passed her, heading toward the bridge and home.\u003cbr\u003e      When the last one clomped by, Ellie rested her staff on her shoulder and followed. Tak already had the nannies plodding along the bank toward the footbridge. Gustustharinback trailed the nannies and carried the smallest of the baby goats in his arms.\u003cbr\u003e      He shouted when he caught sight of his sister. “Hurry! Aunt and Uncle Blamenyellomont are at the house. I can’t tell you the surprise, and I’m gonna burst with keeping my tongue from waggin’ and you from knowin’.”\u003cbr\u003e      She tapped her staff on the rock beneath her feet. The billies scampered before her, picking up her impatience and gratefully heading for home. Even after eating all day, they appreciated the handfuls of button grain they got from the farmer’s younger children.\u003cbr\u003e      With the goat hoofs pounding on the wooden bridge, Ellie couldn’t hear or be heard. So she waited until she’d caught up with her brother on the other side.\u003cbr\u003e      “What’s with all the falderal, Gustus?”\u003cbr\u003e      She watched as he forced a glare onto his face, erasing the impudent grin he’d been wearing. “You are to call me by my proper name if I have to call you by yours.”\u003cbr\u003e      “There’s a difference between shouting ‘Ellie’ and speaking ‘Gustus’ quietly.” She grabbed his arm. “Now tell me, or I’ll toss you into the river.”\u003cbr\u003e      He pressed his lips together and gave her his most obstinate glower. The corners of his lips twitched, and she knew he wanted to laugh. She let go. She couldn’t really dunk him while he carried the small kid.\u003cbr\u003e      “Why are our aunt and uncle here?”\u003cbr\u003e      “Can’t tell you that either. But they’s only stopping, not staying. We’d better hurry.”\u003cbr\u003e      Ellie lost Gustustharinback’s help as soon as they came in sight of the pens. He scuttled down the last hill and opened the gate but then ran through the goat barn, across the yard, and into the house.\u003cbr\u003e      The herd followed the leader through the opening and took up different places to observe their world. Ellie and Gustus had put many odd things within the goat pen for the animals to climb on. Old wooden benches, barrels, a huge thick branch they had pulled with the donkey’s help, and crates littered the ground. The goats enjoyed scrambling up, over, and around the obstacles.\u003cbr\u003e      Tak stayed at Ellie’s side as she put water in the trough and fastened the barn door securely open so the animals could come in if they wanted. He followed her out the door on the other side of the barn and waited patiently while she latched it shut.\u003cbr\u003e      Entering the back door so she could wash before meeting their visitors, Ellie noticed that the kitchen showed signs of serving tea. Her mother must have prepared refreshments to carry into the common room. Through the pantry door, she could see empty spots on the shelves, which meant the good china pot and the blue glass dishes were being used.\u003cbr\u003e      Warm water sat in a tub in the sink, and she used that to wash her face and hands. She pulled the scarf off her head, gathered her long, curly black locks into a ponytail and used the scarf to tie it in place. Wisps of hair immediately escaped and framed her tanned face. She washed her face again as if she could rid herself of the look of a farm girl. Hopefully Aunt Tiffenbeth wouldn’t make that tired old comment: “Your blue eyes would be more attractive if you scrubbed away some of that mud you use for face cream.”\u003cbr\u003e      Voices from the family’s conversation drifted through the partially open door. Aunt Tiffenbeth quarreled with Ellie’s father. \u003cbr\u003e      “Brother, you are wrong in this. Ellicinderpart is your eldest child and way past the age to be in the village looking for a husband.” \u003cbr\u003e      “If there’s a man good enough for her, he can just come courting here.” Her father’s voice rumbled in the wood-paneled room, and Ellie did not even have to strain to hear him. She stepped closer to the door in order not to miss a single word her aunt spoke.\u003cbr\u003e      “You are the most vexing man. That is \u003ci\u003enot \u003c\/i\u003egoing to happen. It isn’t the way of things, and you know it. You’re selfish and your mind is rootbound.”\u003cbr\u003e      Only his older sister could get away with talking like that to Ellie’s father. She probably ought to go in before the discussion escalated to verbal warfare. She finished wiping her hands and draped the towel over one of the kitchen chairs around the square table.\u003cbr\u003e      “The girl is needed here.”\u003cbr\u003e      “The young woman is your unpaid servant.”","brand":"WaterBrook Children's","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44886588686565,"sku":"NP9781400073412","price":15.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781400073412.jpg?v=1767725656","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/es\/products\/dragons-of-the-watch-isbn-9781400073412","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}