I thought it had a good plot. However, It began to be tenuous to have some sort of plot changing twist in each chapter. Eventually, I was tired of reading it because there was always something else and then there was a cliffhanger and then it was explained and then another twist was added to the ...
I loved this series, and was completely engrossed in it. But this final book was a big let down for me. It started out really good, but the ending was terrible. The series was leading up to this big battle between good and evil, but in the end the battle I expected and hoped would come, and be wo...
Fire World is definitely the most interesting book of Chris D'lacey’s Last Dragon Chronicles series. It is a very big jump for D’lacey, because it introduces a completley new setting and completly new characters; and it doesn’t tie in with the rest of the series until the end, which I didn’t like...
Wayward Crescent is a small suburban town decorated with beautiful oak trees and furry wild life scurrying about, with the occasional busybody nosing around in everyone’s business. David is a young College student, who has rented a room in Mrs. Pennykettle’s, along with her eleven year old daught...
Icefire, by Chris d'Lacey, is a 426 page long children's fantasy novel. The book is about a boy named David. He is renting a room from Elizabeth Pennykettle, her daughter Lucy, and their mysterious clay dragons. In the epic second installment of the Last Dragon Chronicles, David must find the lin...
There is a fire star coming, signaling a time of new beginnings. A time for dragons to rise again...A research trip to the Arctic and a contract for a new book - life can't get much better for David Rain. But as soon as David finds himself in the icy climes, he begins to write his legend of bears...
A new magic is stirring beneath the surface of the Earth.... Five years have passed since David Rain, now a bestselling author, disappeared mysteriously in the Arctic. And slowly the ice is changing, bears are starving, dragons are rising, the souls of the Inuit dead are haunting the skies. The s...
Along the landing next door to Lucy’s bedroom was a small rectangular room which Liz called her pottery ‘studio’, though its popular name was the Dragons’ Den. At the window end was a sturdy wooden bench, where Liz kept her paintbrushes and potters’ turntable and all the things she needed for mak...
gasped Lucy, almost jumping from her seat. Liz turned the car into a parking spot near the entrance to Benson’s Garden Center. “There’s no need to sound so horrified, Lucy. You don’t become an old maid at the age of twenty-five.” “Six,” said Zanna. “I’m twenty-six.” “And very attractive at that,”...
She was still too frightened to stay in hers and the new guard dragon needed to be kilned. Kilning was the process which made the clay firm and brought out the greeny-blue colour of the glaze. It took, on average, two or three days. On the third morning, Lucy was settled at the kitchen table, col...
Within a fortnight, Annie had packed up and gone and the house next door was no more than a shell, stripped of its furniture (bar an old sofa), awaiting the arrival of the builder, Bilt. He didn’t come immediately. There was a gap of nearly a week, in fact, between Annie’s...
David was forced to say, though it pained him to have to block images of Africa from his mind, lest the trio detect them. The purple dragon was a Ci:pherel, a reader. Had he been entirely human, it would have known he was lying. He switched the conversation bac...
Survival was a stubborn friend to all men, but as Ned crept along the wall of the cave, feeling his way deeper into the darkness, there seemed little chance it would side with him today. Unless this place had hidden depths, he was certain now the darkeyes were gone. He tri...
David closed his hand around the ring once more. Plain tie stepped forward. He scanned Harlan’s eyes. “You are identified as Harlan Arthur Merriman. Arrested on theauthority of an Aunt. Have you anything tosay?” Harlan stared deep into the oldwoman’s eyes. She was somewhat o...
He followed the path around as George had suggested until the ground leveled out at the foot of the embankment and the path split into two. To his left, the bandstand poked into view, half hidden by a weeping willow. To his right was another large bank of trees. In front of him now was a sun-spec...
He has two answers to that. One is that the squirrel story at the heart of the first book, The Fire Within, is necessarily set in such a world, and so everything else had to be; the other is that he was initially very wary about creating something “other,” given his then rather poor track history...
The fire in the main chamber had been built up again. As I swept past and knelt beside the skull, a few flakes of ash spiralled up towards the roof. “Grella,” I whispered, half-hoping her face might appear to me, “is this you?” I ran my thumbs along what would have been h...