Amelia Fang and the Unicorn Lords. Laura Ellen Anderson
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Название: Amelia Fang and the Unicorn Lords

Автор: Laura Ellen Anderson

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Учебная литература

Серия: The Amelia Fang Series

isbn: 9781780318721

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      DISLIKES:

      Rude wishing wells

      LIKES:

      Glitter and family

      DISLIKES:

      Runaway Mushrooms

      LIKES:

      Dungeons and Daymares game

      DISLIKES:

      Slimescale in the kettle

      LIKES:

      Jigging and

      rainbows

      DISLIKES:

      Fuzzmites

      LIKES:

      Strong Independent Unicorns

      DISLIKES:

      Creatures of the Dark

      CHAPTER 1

      WHY DO I ‘AVE TO

      BE THE UNICORN?

      SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! squeeed the pumpkin alarm clock at first light.

      Amelia Fang stretched and scrambled out of her coffin. Her pet pumpkin Squashy was bouncing around licking everyone excitedly.

      ‘Oh, Squashy,’ Amelia said through a yawn, ‘how are you so wide awake?’

      ‘SQUISH EVERYTHING!’ moaned Florence Spudwick, rolling over. Florence was a huge, rare breed of yeti, not to be confused with a beast. She was also one of Amelia’s best friends.

      ‘It can’t be time already?’ Grimaldi groaned, pulling his hood over his face. Grimaldi Reaperton was Death himself. But until he was older, he only dealt with the deaths of small creatures in Nocturnia, leaving the bigger creatures to his grimpapa.

      It was the Halloween holidays and the sun had risen in the Kingdom of the Dark, which meant that every creature in Nocturnia and the scary suburbs would be going to bed – apart from Amelia Fang and her friends. They were about to embark on a very big quest to the Kingdom of the Light.

      ‘FLORENCE!’ said Prince Tangine La Floofle the First, clapping his hands twice. ‘I demand breakfast!’

      ‘DON’T CLAP ME!’ said Florence, clenching her big hairy fists.

      ‘Tangine,’ Amelia said with a sigh, ‘remember what we discussed. Try not to be

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      so bossy.’

      ‘I keep forgetting,’ said Tangine sheepishly. ‘Can’t I be a leeeettle bit bossy?’

      ‘No!’ Amelia laughed. ‘We’re your friends.’

      ‘Maids.’ Tangine smiled.

      ‘Fur-riends,’ said Amelia.

      Tangine took a deep breath. ‘Fuuur . . .’ He wiped his forehead. ‘Fuuur . . .’ he tried again. ‘Fuuurmaids?’ He looked proud of himself.

      ‘That’s . . . progress,’ Amelia said.

      When Amelia had first met Tangine, he had been quite mean to her and had stolen her pet pumpkin, Squashy. But it had turned out that Prince Tangine had been lonely and just wanted a friend. Tangine had grown up all alone in the palace with only Mummy Maids for company. He did have a mother – she was a fairy named Fairyweather. Tragically, Fairyweather had mysteriously disappeared when Tangine was just a baby. Prince

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      Tangine’s father, King Vladimir, had been so sad about his wife’s disappearance that he had neglected his kingdom and Tangine, spending years searching in vain for her. This meant that not only had Tangine grown into rather a spoilt sprout (which was why he thought that it was perfectly OK to steal poor Squashy) but also that he was half-vampire, half-fairy. This big secret of Tangine’s was something that would have terrified most Creatures of the Dark. But Amelia had discovered that Creatures of the Light weren’t as scary as they had all been told. It turns out that fairies did not steal your fangs and unicorns did not shoot killer rainbows from their bottoms.

      ‘I’m so tired, I’m not sure I can cope with being awake during the day,’ said Grimaldi.

      ‘We’ll get used to it,’ Amelia reassured him.

      As Amelia and her friends made their way

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      along the corridor of the Fang

      Mansion, an eruption of laughter

      came from below, followed by a

      large belch. Amelia’s dad, Count

      Drake the Third, slowly

      floated bottom-first out

      of the dining

      room and

      up

      towards the

      ceiling.

      ‘I WIN!’ he

      yelled. ‘I

      wiiiiin! I put you

      in the grave, and then

      passed the Troll Bridge

      where I collected two

      hundred Goblin Slime

      Points!’

      King Vladimir then

      swayed into view with a

      hiccup. He also began to float up

      towards the ceiling. ‘INCORRECT, Drake,

      me ol’ knee-flapper!’ BELCH. ‘I was ON the Troll Bridge way before you got there СКАЧАТЬ