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SIR CALLIE
AND THE DRAGON'S ROOST
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The battle is won, but the war is far from over. In this thrilling sequel, a twelve-year-old nonbinary hopeful knight fights for the heart of their kingdom in a magical medieval world filled with dragons, shape-shifters, and witches.

Thanks to Callie and their friends, Helston seems to be changing for the better: Boys are allowed to explore their magic, and girls are permitted to train as warriors. Callie is an official Helston page, Willow in on track to become king, and Elowen and Edwyn are finally safe and free of their father. Everything is…perfect. 

Except it isn’t.  

Not in Helston, where every step forward is accompanied by a storm of opposition. Even Queen Ewella and Sir Nick are struggling against the wave of fear and anti-magical sentiment growing daily, while the encroaching threat from across the bridge looms.  

Callie isn’t foolish; they notice the suspicious glances thrown Neal’s way and hear the doubtful murmurs following Willow. They know what people think about them, too. Tolerance is not the same as acceptance, and when the fragile peace finally shatters, Callie and their friends have no choice but to leave their home and run. 

On the other side of the bridge, old secrets are revealed and new allegiances are formed that will throw into question everything Callie thought they knew about their world. Including what it means to be a hero.

Cover Art by Kate Sheridan

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EXCERPT FROM 'SIR CALLIE AND THE DRAGON'S ROOST'

There are dragons in my dreams. There have been dragons in my dreams ever since we nearly got eaten in Dumoor Forest just a few short summer months ago. And every single dream is the same.
     Kensa, bathed in flames, waiting for me. Calling me. Whistling for me like I’m one of the witch’s wolves. My body reacts, moving toward the sound of its own accord, falling for the sweet tune that sounds like home.
     Come away, little knight. You don’t belong here. Come home.
     I follow the song through the shadows. Birds join the chorus, their calls harmonizing with the dragon’s song; their black-and-white bodies bumping against mine as they guide me through
the darkness. Flock as thick as fog.
     But I always wake up before the dream ends, leaving me with nothing but confusion and an emptiness I don’t understand.
     This is where I want to be. Helston—with all my wishes coming true.
     I have never wanted anything else.
     I should be happy.
     I am happy.
     Aren’t I?

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