{"product_id":"dragonwatch-isbn-9798217228447","title":"Dragonwatch","description":"\u003cb\u003eBOOK ONE OF FABLEHAVEN’S DRAGONWATCH SERIES—OVER 3.5 MILLION COMBINED COPIES SOLD! AND DON’T MISS \u003ci\u003eFORBIDDEN MOUNTAIN, \u003c\/i\u003eTHE START OF BRANDON MULL’S NEW GUARDIANS SERIES!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe world of Fablehaven grows larger—and more dangerous. In this \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling sequel series to the hit fantasy phenomenon, two siblings are locked in an epic battle against dragons who seek to break free and destroy our world.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeth and Kendra Sorenson are back in a new adventure!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn the hidden dragon sanctuary of Wyrmroost, Celebrant the Just, King of the Dragons, plots his revenge. The time has finally come to break free from his prison and return the world to the Age of Dragons, when he and his kind ruled without borders. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIf there is any chance of saving the world from destruction, it lies with the ancient order of Dragonwatch, whose members once confined the dragons into sanctuaries. But nearly all of the original members are gone...which means they need the Sorensons' help.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Kendra and Seth confront this new danger, they must draw upon all their skills, talents, and knowledge as only they have the ability to function together as a powerful dragon tamer. Together they must battle against forces with superior supernatural powers and breathtaking magical abilities.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow will the epic dragon showdown end? Will dragons overthrow humans and change the world as we know it?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eDon’t forget to drink the milk. And definitely don’t miss any of Brandon Mull’s bestselling FABLEHAVEN and DRAGONWATCH books:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eFablehaven • Rise of the Evening Star • Grip of the Shadow Plague • Secrets of the Dragon Sanctuary • Keys to the Demon Prison\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eDragonwatch • Wrath of the Dragon King • Master of the Phantom Isle • Champion of the Titan Games • Return of the Dragon Slayers\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePLUS! \u003ci\u003eThe Gorgon’s Fury: Tales of Newel and Doren: A Fablehaven Adventure\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003eBrandon Mull is the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of Fablehaven and many other series. A kinetic thinker, Brandon enjoys pacing, popping bubble wrap, and squeezing stress toys. He lives in Utah with his wife Erlyn, their eleven kids, and three mischievous cats.Chapter One\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEavesdropping\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKendra Sorenson jogged through the warm mist, damp gravel crunching underfoot, wondering if the moisture in the air was falling enough to be called rain. Sprinkles, maybe. She glanced up at the gray blur of the sky beyond the treetops, then over at a trio of fairies, each surrounded by a hazy halo of light. Nothing pattered against the hood of her windbreaker, but it was wet, as were the leafy branches on either side of the long driveway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was the murkiest morning of the summer, at least since Kendra had started jogging. The fifteen-year-old typically got up just before sunrise and ran around the perimeter of the big yard three times. Each lap included running up the driveway to the gate and back. Any larger route would either take her beyond the boundaries of Fablehaven, exposing her to threats from outside the preserve, or else make her vulnerable to some of the dangers held back by the magic protecting the yard. Roaming the woods of the sanctuary was not a safe proposition.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere had been no sunrise to watch today. The grayness had simply grown brighter as she followed her standard path, soles slipping on the wet grass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe gate came into view up ahead, closed as usual—wrought-iron topped with fleurs-de-lis, the only potential opening in the fence that enclosed the entire preserve. Kendra always touched the gate before turning around.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs she approached the black bars and reached out a hand, Kendra paused. She heard a motor approaching, and tires mashing gravel.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was highly unusual.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe gate to Fablehaven was well back from the main road. A distracter spell helped motorists ignore the non­descript turnoff, and you didn’t have to travel far along the driveway before finding several emphatic signs warning away trespassers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePeople did not come to Fablehaven by accident.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd when visitors were expected, it was big news. Grandpa or Grandma Sorenson inevitably brought it up ahead of time. Often the gate was left open for the arrival.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo who was approaching?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWho might come to Fablehaven unannounced?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn old friend? A spy? An enemy?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOr somebody really lost and fairly illiterate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn case the visitor was an enemy, Kendra hurried off the driveway, withdrawing into the trees and crouching behind some shrubs. Leaving the driveway reduced her protection from magical threats, but trouble seldom happened this close to a protected area. The chance to hide seemed worth the small risk.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBefore long, a white sedan pulled into view and parked just outside the gate. A cowled figure emerged from the vehicle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKendra had a hood herself. The weather called for covering your head. But the hooded brown robe of the stranger looked to have come from a bygone era. It deliberately concealed the face in deep shadow. This was no lost tourist. It might not even be human. This had to be somebody who knew about preserves for magical creatures.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWas the stranger going to try to break in? The gate wasn’t visible from the house, but parking on the driveway didn’t seem very subtle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen Kendra heard crunchy footsteps on the gravel from the direction of the house. She remained frozen as Grandpa Sorenson strode into view, wearing a jacket and a baseball cap. She held her breath as he walked up to the gate. It didn’t open.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You want to talk?” Grandpa called through the bars to the robed figure.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Briefly, yes,” the figure replied in a raspy voice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Captain of the Knights of the Dawn, the organization that policed the magical preserves of the world, Grandpa met from time to time with various individuals who provided information. Those exchanges often happened in his office. Apparently he also sometimes met informants at the gate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKendra felt guilty for eavesdropping, but it seemed more awkward to announce herself at this point. She hunkered lower behind the shrubs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The situation continues to deteriorate,” the cowled figure warned. “They will most likely be needed. The boy should settle his affair with the Sisters.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I understand he has the better part of a year to meet their terms,” Grandpa said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Owing the Sisters is no small concern,” the figure insisted. “Who knows where he might end up over the coming months? What if circumstances prevent him from paying his debt? Why not seize the moment? For how long do you want the sword in his possession? It is powerful, but is it safe? That weapon has a history of corrupting those who wield it.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I hear you,” Grandpa said. “I’ll consider advising him. Any word from Soaring Cliffs?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No good tidings,” the figure responded, taking a step back. “I should depart. We’ll be in touch.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thank our mutual friend,” Grandpa said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Thank him by taking the necessary action, Stan Sorenson,” the figure warned. “This could quickly become a bigger mess than the previous crisis. Prepare while you have time.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrandpa glanced down the driveway back toward the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Expecting someone?” the figure asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“My granddaughter is out for her morning run,” Stan said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I must away,” the figure said, retreating to his car.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrandpa started back to the house without a wave.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe engine started, and the vehicle rolled forward and back to make a multipoint turn. By the time the sedan passed out of sight, Kendra could no longer hear her grandfather.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe waited in silence until the sound of the car faded to nothing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat had she just heard? They had to be talking about her younger brother, Seth. Kendra knew that he had made a deal with some witches to find the legendary sword Vasilis. But why was some shady outsider taking an interest? And what big problem was brewing? Whose help was needed? It sounded like the trouble could involve her and her brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKendra crept back to the road and looked down it carefully. Grandpa was no longer in sight; he had probably entered the house. She jogged back to the yard, then did part of another lap before quitting and going inside.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe found Grandpa Sorenson in his study.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good morning, Kendra,” he said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Good morning,” she replied, watching him. He seemed relaxed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Strange weather today,” Grandpa observed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Gray and soggy. Did we have a visitor?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrandpa scrunched his eyebrows. “Why would you think that?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKendra weighed how much to say. “I noticed you walking down the driveway.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGrandpa smiled. “Just checking the gate. I do that when I get restless.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Okay,” Kendra said. She didn’t want to press him. “See you later.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShe walked from the room. It wasn’t like Grandpa to lie. Part of his job both as a caretaker of Fablehaven and as Captain of the Knights involved keeping secrets. She had no doubt that Grandpa would lie to protect a secret he thought might be harmful to others.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt bothered Kendra to know part of a story that probably involved her and her brother. Should she tell Grandpa she had seen the stranger? Should she relate what she had heard? Should she demand to know the identity of the mysterious figure? Should she ask why she and her brother might be needed?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer instincts warned her that further probing would yield little fruit. Whatever the details might be, Grandpa wasn’t ready to share. And he was a professional at keeping secrets.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShould she talk to Seth about it? Kendra doubted whether her brother could keep this quiet, especially since it involved him directly and there was more to find out. For now it might be best to worry and wonder on her own. 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