the dragon chronicles

now here is a book i used to have if it werent for the book burning mum. i had a whole room filled with books, to the roof. most of them fantasy, and one day, night i should say, someone who was liing with us, (or it just coulve beem mother on her own) decided it was the 1800's and burned every single one of my fantasy books, harry potter, this one and its twin, his majesty's dragon, the loast dragonlord, king javins year, detora quest, raising dragons, and the dragon in our midst series, and the unicorns of balinor. it was just plain sacralige, first of all, since my mother did not care for me, the books had begun to be like family, and second a bit of my soul was in each on of those books. it took me 6 months, from whem i got up to gainesvill to acually read the books my dad bought for me at christmastime. ugh im rambling.