The Book Of Dragons(Illustrated) E-Book

E. Nesbit

• Herausgeber: Swish
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

• Illustrated Edition featuring 20 beautifully crafted illustrations
• Includes a detailed summary of each story
• Contains a comprehensive characters list for easy reference
• Includes a biography of E. Nesbit, the brilliant author behind the magic

The Book of Dragons by E. Nesbit is a timeless collection of enchanting tales that transports readers into a world where dragons of all kinds—fierce, funny, and fantastical—take center stage. In this beautifully illustrated edition, each of the eight delightful stories comes alive with vivid imagery, capturing the whimsy and adventure that have made this book a beloved classic for generations.
From the curious King Lionel who accidentally releases a dragon from a magical book, to the brave children who face a dragon invasion, every story is filled with exciting quests, daring rescues, and unexpected twists. Nesbit's unique blend of humor, heart, and imagination makes The Book of Dragons not only a thrilling read but also a celebration of friendship, courage, and cleverness.
Whether you're revisiting these stories from your childhood or discovering them for the first time, this edition offers an immersive experience with detailed character lists, a rich author biography, and stunning illustrations that bring each dragon-filled adventure to life. Perfect for readers young and old, The Book of Dragons is a must-have addition to any collection of fantasy literature.
Dive into the magic, meet unforgettable characters, and explore a world where anything is possible—if you dare!
 

Leseprobe

THE BOOK OF DRAGONS

BY

E. NESBIT

ABOUT NESBIT

E. Nesbit, born Edith Nesbit on August 15, 1858, in Kennington, Surrey, was a pioneering British author whose work forever changed the landscape of children's literature. Raised in a large family, Edith's early years were marked by financial instability and frequent moves, experiences that deeply influenced her later writings. After the untimely death of her father, a rural and somewhat unsettled childhood shaped her imagination, instilling in her a love for nature and storytelling.

Edith was not only a prolific writer but also a social and political activist. A committed socialist, she co-founded the Fabian Society, an organization dedicated to the promotion of democratic socialism. Her political engagement and progressive ideals often filtered into her stories, subtly advocating for fairness, equality, and social justice in ways that resonated with children and adults alike.

Best known for her ground-breaking novels The Railway Children (1906), Five Children and It (1902), and The Phoenix and the Carpet (1904), Nesbit masterfully blended everyday reality with elements of fantasy, crafting magical worlds that were both accessible and enchanting. Unlike many of her predecessors, she portrayed children as independent, curious, and capable, often placing them at the heart of the action, driving the narrative forward.

Nesbit was also an innovator in the literary world. She broke away from the didactic and moralistic tone of much Victorian children's literature, instead creating stories filled with adventure, humor, and genuine emotion. Her keen understanding of childhood, paired with her distinctive voice, established her as one of the earliest writers to capture the thoughts and perspectives of children authentically.

A woman ahead of her time, E. Nesbit's personal life was as complex as her stories. Married to Hubert Bland, a writer and political activist, she maintained an unconventional household, often surrounded by friends, fellow Fabians, and extended family. Despite personal challenges, including Bland's infidelities and financial hardships, Nesbit continued to write prolifically, publishing over 60 books in her lifetime, including poetry and fiction for both children and adults.

Edith Nesbit passed away on May 4, 1924, leaving behind a legacy that endures to this day. Her works continue to be beloved by generations of readers, not only for their imaginative storytelling but also for the way they celebrate the power of friendship, family, and the endless possibilities of childhood.

SUMMARY

The Book of Dragons by E. Nesbit is a captivating collection of eight whimsical and imaginative stories, each centered around the mythical and fascinating creatures—dragons! Blending fantasy with humor and adventure, Nesbit invites readers into a world where dragons are not always the fearsome monsters of legend, but sometimes mischievous, curious, or even misunderstood.

In these delightful tales, children encounter a variety of dragons—some friendly, some fierce—taking them on thrilling journeys where they outwit beasts, discover hidden kingdoms, and embark on daring quests. Each story, brimming with charm and wit, carries Nesbit's signature touch of blending the magical with the everyday, making dragons appear as much a part of life as tea parties and picnics.

The book is a treasure trove of adventure for readers of all ages, filled with surprises, humor, and enchanting storytelling that ignites the imagination. Whether you're battling a shape-shifting dragon or befriending a wise one, The Book of Dragons is a timeless classic that transports readers into a world where anything is possible and the power of friendship, courage, and cleverness always wins the day.

CHARACTERS LIST

In The Book of Dragons by E. Nesbit, each story introduces its own unique set of characters, from adventurous children to cunning dragons. Below is a list of some key characters from the collection:

Princess Mary Ann

Appears in: The Book of Beasts

A curious and brave young princess who opens the wrong book and accidentally releases magical creatures, including a dragon. She eventually helps to set things right.

Lionel (King Lionel)

Appears in: The Book of Beasts

A young boy who becomes king and finds a magical book that unleashes a dragon into his kingdom. Lionel uses his wit to resolve the chaos that follows.

The Crimson Dragon

Appears in: The Book of Beasts

A fearsome dragon that emerges from a magical book, causing havoc in the kingdom. It represents the danger and mystery tied to ancient, magical forces.

Effie

Appears in: Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger

A resourceful and determined young girl who teams up with her brother Harry to outwit an invading purple dragon that threatens their town.

Harry

Appears in: Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger

Effie’s brother, who joins her in a brave quest to save their town from the dragon. Together, they showcase teamwork and quick thinking.

The Purple Dragon

Appears in: Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger

A mischievous and greedy dragon who claims the town as his own, causing trouble until the children devise a clever plan to get rid of him.

The Dragon Who Came to Dinner

Appears in: The Deliverers of Their Country

A comical and gluttonous dragon that appears unexpectedly during an age of dragons. His appearance disrupts daily life, forcing children to become the heroes.

Edith

Appears in: The Deliverers of Their Country

A quick-thinking girl who, alongside her brother, plays a crucial role in saving their country from a dragon infestation.

The Dragon of the North

Appears in: The Dragon Tamers

A wise and fearsome dragon who encounters the heroes in this story, where magic, adventure, and danger come together.

The Island Princess

Appears in: The Island of the Nine Whirlpools

A trapped princess whose fate is intertwined with a powerful dragon. Her story adds a fairy-tale-like charm to the collection.

The Fierce Dragon

Appears in: The Ice Dragon, or Do As You Are Told

A cold-hearted dragon who resides in a world of ice. This dragon represents the harsher, more unforgiving side of the magical creatures in the stories.

Each character brings their own personality and charm to The Book of Dragons, and through their adventures, readers are drawn into a world of magic, danger, and clever problem-solving.

Contents

1. The Book of Beasts

2. Uncle James, or The Purple Stranger

3. The Deliverers of Their Country

4. The Ice Dragon, or Do as You Are Told

5. The Island of the Nine Whirlpools

6. The Dragon Tamers

7. The Fiery Dragon, or The Heart of Stone and the Heart of Gold

8. Kind Little Edmund, or The Caves and the Cockatrice

1. The Book of Beasts

He happened to be building a Palace when the news came, and he left all the bricks kicking about the floor for Nurse to clear up—but then the news was rather remarkable news. You see, there was a knock at the front door and voices talking downstairs, and Lionel thought it was the man come to see about the gas, which had not been allowed to be lighted since the day when Lionel made a swing by tying his skipping rope to the gas bracket.

And then, quite suddenly, Nurse came in and said, "Master Lionel, dear, they've come to fetch you to go and be King."

Then she made haste to change his smock and to wash his face and hands and brush his hair, and all the time she was doing it Lionel kept wriggling and fidgeting and saying, "Oh, don't, Nurse," and, "I'm sure my ears are quite clean," or, "Never mind my hair, it's all right," and, "That'll do."

"You're going on as if you was going to be an eel instead of a King," said Nurse.

The minute Nurse let go for a moment Lionel bolted off without waiting for his clean handkerchief, and in the drawing room there were two very grave-looking gentlemen in red robes with fur, and gold coronets with velvet sticking up out of the middle like the cream in the very expensive jam tarts.

They bowed low to Lionel, and the gravest one said: "Sire, your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, the King of this country, is dead, and now you have got to come and be King."

"Yes, please, sir," said Lionel, "when does it begin?"

"You will be crowned this afternoon," said the grave gentleman who was not quite so grave-looking as the other.

"Would you like me to bring Nurse, or what time would you like me to be fetched, and hadn't I better put on my velvet suit with the lace collar?" said Lionel, who had often been out to tea.

"Your Nurse will be removed to the Palace later. No, never mind about changing your suit; the Royal robes will cover all that up."

The grave gentlemen led the way to a coach with eight white horses, which was drawn up in front of the house where Lionel lived. It was No. 7, on the left-hand side of the street as you go up.

Lionel ran upstairs at the last minute, and he kissed Nurse and said: "Thank you for washing me. I wish I'd let you do the other ear. No—there's no time now. Give me the hanky. Good-bye, Nurse."

"Good-bye, ducky," said Nurse. "Be a good little King now, and say 'please' and 'thank you,' and remember to pass the cake to the little girls, and don't have more than two helps of anything."

So off went Lionel to be made a King. He had never expected to be a King any more than you have, so it was all quite new to him—so new that he had never even thought of it. And as the coach went through the town he had to bite his tongue to be quite sure it was real, because if his tongue was real it showed he wasn't dreaming. Half an hour before he had been building with bricks in the nursery; and now—the streets were all fluttering with flags; every window was crowded with people waving handkerchiefs and scattering flowers; there were scarlet soldiers everywhere along the pavements, and all the bells of all the churches were ringing like mad, and like a great song to the music of their ringing he heard thousands of people shouting, "Long live Lionel! Long live our little King!"

He was a little sorry at first that he had not put on his best clothes, but he soon forgot to think about that. If he had been a girl he would very likely have bothered about it the whole time.

As they went along, the grave gentlemen, who were the Chancellor and the Prime Minister, explained the things which Lionel did not understand.

"I thought we were a Republic," said Lionel. "I'm sure there hasn't been a King for some time."

"Sire, your great-great-great-great-great-grandfather's death happened when my grandfather was a little boy," said the Prime Minister, "and since then your loyal people have been saving up to buy you a crown—so much a week, you know, according to people's means—sixpence a week from those who have first-rate pocket money, down to a halfpenny a week from those who haven't so much. You know it's the rule that the crown must be paid for by the people."

"But hadn't my great-great-however-much-it-is-grandfather a crown?"

"Yes, but he sent it to be tinned over, for fear of vanity, and he had had all the jewels taken out, and sold them to buy books. He was a strange man; a very good King he was, but he had his faults—he was fond of books. Almost with his last breath he sent the crown to be tinned—and he never lived to pay the tinsmith's bill."

Here the Prime Minister wiped away a tear, and just then the carriage stopped and Lionel was taken out of the carriage to be crowned. Being crowned is much more tiring work than you would suppose, and by the time it was over, and Lionel had worn the Royal robes for an hour or two and had had his hand kissed by everybody whose business it was to do it, he was quite worn out, and was very glad to get into the Palace nursery.

Nurse was there, and tea was ready: seedy cake and plummy cake, and jam and hot buttered toast, and the prettiest china with red and gold and blue flowers on it, and real tea, and as many cups of it as you liked.

After tea Lionel said: "I think I should like a book. Will you get me one, Nurse?"

"Bless the child," said Nurse. "You don't suppose you've lost the use of your legs with just being a King? Run along, do, and get your books yourself."

So Lionel went down into the library. The Prime Minister and the Chancellor were there, and when Lionel came in they bowed very low, and were beginning to ask Lionel most politely what on earth he was coming bothering for now—when Lionel cried out: "Oh, what a worldful of books! Are they yours?"

"They are yours, Your Majesty," answered the Chancellor. "They were the property of the late King, your great-great—"

"Yes, I know," Lionel interrupted. "Well, I shall read them all. I love to read. I am so glad I learned to read."

"If I might venture to advise Your Majesty," said the Prime Minister, "I should not read these books.

Your great—"

"Yes?" said Lionel, quickly.

"He was a very good King—oh, yes, really a very superior King in his way, but he was a little—well, strange."

"Mad?" asked Lionel, cheerfully.

"No, no"—both the gentlemen were sincerely shocked. "Not mad; but if I may express it so, he was—er—too clever by half. And I should not like a little King of mine to have anything to do with his books."

Lionel looked puzzled.

"The fact is," the Chancellor went on, twisting his red beard in an agitated way, "your great—"

"Go on," said Lionel.

"—was called a wizard."

"But he wasn't?"

"Of course not—a most worthy King was your great—"

"I see."

"But I wouldn't touch his books."

"Just this one," cried Lionel, laying his hands on the cover of a great brown book that lay on the study table. It had gold patterns on the brown leather, and gold clasps with turquoises and rubies in the twists of them, and gold corners, so that the leather should not wear out too quickly.

"I must look at this one," Lionel said, for on the back in big letters he read: The Book of Beasts.

The Chancellor said, "Don't be a silly little King."

But Lionel had got the gold clasps undone, and he opened the first page, and there was a beautiful Butterfly all red, and brown, and yellow, and blue, so beautifully painted that it looked as if it were alive.

"There," said Lionel, "Isn't that lovely? Why—"

But as he spoke the beautiful Butterfly fluttered its many-colored wings on the yellow old page of the book, and flew up and out of the window.

"Well!" said the Prime Minister, as soon as he could speak for the lump of wonder that had got into his throat and tried to choke him, "that's magic, that is."

But before he had spoken, the King had turned the next page, and there was a shining bird complete and beautiful in every blue feather of him. Under him was written, "Blue Bird of Paradise," and while the King gazed enchanted at the charming picture the Blue Bird fluttered his wings on the yellow page and spread them and flew out of the book.

Then the Prime Minister snatched the book away from the King and shut it up on the blank page where the bird had been, and put it on a very high shelf. And the Chancellor gave the King a good shaking, and said: "You're a naughty, disobedient little King!" and was very angry indeed.

"I don't see that I've done any harm," said Lionel. He hated being shaken, as all boys do; he would much rather have been slapped.

"No harm?" said the Chancellor. "Ah—but what do you know about it? That's the question. How do you know what might have been on the next page—a snake or a worm, or a centipede or a revolutionist, or something like that."

"Well, I'm sorry if I've vexed you," said Lionel. "Come, let's kiss and be friends." So he kissed the Prime Minister, and they settled down for a nice quiet game of noughts and crosses while the Chancellor went to add up his accounts.

But when Lionel was in bed he could not sleep for thinking of the book, and when the full moon was shining with all her might and light he got up and crept down to the library and climbed up and got The Book of Beasts.

He took it outside to the terrace, where the moonlight was as bright as day, and he opened the book, and saw the empty pages with "Butterfly" and "Blue Bird of Paradise" underneath, and then he turned the next page. There was some sort of red thing sitting under a palm tree, and under it was written "Dragon." The Dragon did not move, and the King shut up the book rather quickly and went back to bed.

But the next day he wanted another look, so he took the book out into the garden, and when he undid the clasps with the rubies and turquoises, the book opened all by itself at the picture with "Dragon" underneath, and the sun shone full on the page. And then, quite suddenly, a great Red Dragon came out of the book and spread vast scarlet wings and flew away across the garden to the far hills, and Lionel was left with the empty page before him, for the page was quite empty except for the green palm tree and the yellow desert, and the little streaks of red where the paintbrush had gone outside the pencil outline of the Red Dragon.

And then Lionel felt that he had indeed done it. He had not been King twenty-four hours, and already he had let loose a Red Dragon to worry his faithful subjects' lives out. And they had been saving up so long to buy him a crown, and everything!

Lionel began to cry.

The Chancellor and the Prime Minister and the Nurse all came running to see what was the matter. And when they saw the book they understood, and the Chancellor said: "You naughty little King! Put him to bed, Nurse, and let him think over what he's done."

"Perhaps, my Lord," said the Prime Minister, "we'd better first find out just exactly what he has done."

Then Lionel, in floods of tears, said: "It's a Red Dragon, and it's gone flying away to the hills, and I am so sorry, and, oh, do forgive me!"