About the Books
To discover the secret of dragon drool,
you have to look to where words rule,
you must take the secret at its face,
and put the dragon drool in its place.
The Festival Quest for the lighting of the wishing tower has always been considered too difficult. Now twelve-year-old Caidy and her friends have to solve the riddle and figure out how to light the wishing tower with, yuck, dragon drool. Even worse, arrogant Renmar boasts that he already knows the answer.
Caidy just has to succeed at the Festival Quest or she won’t fulfill her lifelong dream of becoming a warrior of the city of Andagor.
“I loved this book. I bought two copies–one to place in my school library and one just for me–to read to my class at school.” – Jo Dunning, schoolteacher, New Zealand
“Just fun to read. It’s captivating and sweet, as the characters think, so do you.” –DeLancey, So I will Run until My feet Don’t touch The Ground
“A brief word before you leave for your rest days,” Trandor said. The exhausted cadets gathered around her exchanged eager looks of anticipation. “As you know, the Elders met last night to consult the Akdor Stones.”
The cadets twittered with nervous excitement.
“Before I announce the Festival Quest for this year, I want to remind you that participation is voluntary,” Trandor said. “There”s no dishonor in choosing not to participate.”
“Only if you want to spend the rest of your life being teased about it,” Caidy said under her breath.
Jak and Eina snorted in agreement.
“This year the quest will be the lighting of the wishing tower,” Trandor said. The cadets stopped twittering and stared at her in stunned disbelief.
“But that quest has never been tried,” Caidy said. “It”s too difficult.”
“Making your class fortunate to have the first chance at it,” Trandor said.
Caidy glanced around. None of the cadets looked as if they thought a first chance was a good enough reason to be happy about the wishing tower quest.
Renmar, a broad-shouldered boy with a permanent sneer, strutted forward. “The Stones have chosen wisely. They know that there”s one of us who can succeed in this quest.”
“What? You?” Caidy sauntered up to Renmar. She knew his anger was as uncontrollable as his arrogance and she loved to egg him on. “You can”t find your way out of your leather armor without the instructions written on the inside. And even then you have to sound out the words and move your lips to read them.”
Trandor grabbed Renmar as he lunged at Caidy. “Renmar. If you”re going to make such boasts, you”d better get used to being insulted and teased.”
“You taught us to fight back when our honor is insulted,” Renmar said. “She insulted my honor.”
Caidy flipped her staff and shrugged at Trandor”s quizzical raised eyebrow.
“All right.” Trandor released Renmar and he lunged forward and swung his staff at Caidy.
Caidy stopped flipping her staff and thrust it in front of her, catching his blow. She hooked the end of her staff over the end of his and yanked it out of his pain-numbed hands. The staff hit the ground in a long puff of dirt.
The other cadets, staffs ready and eyes on Renmar, stepped back.
Renmar straightened and glared at Caidy. “Just you wait. Lighting the wishing tower takes more than just being able to clobber someone with a staff. It takes a sharp and analytical mind to solve the quest riddle.”
“You don”t even know what letter analytical starts with.” Caidy knew she sounded more confident than she felt. Deep down, Renmar”s words struck a truth she didn”t want to think about.
“I think we”ve demonstrated the competitive spirit.” Trandor stepped between Renmar and Caidy. “Now for the rules. You can”t pursue the quest alone. You must be in a team of three or four members. One sixth-year student from another discipline can be a part of the team, if you wish.”
Caidy, Eina, and Jak nodded at each other. Being a quest team was all they had talked about since they had been first-year cadets and Caidy felt an odd excitement and an even odder flutter in her stomach now that the time had finally come.
Trandor clasped her hands together. “It”s time to tell you the riddle for discovering the secret to lighting the wishing tower.”
Renmar, giving Caidy dark looks, walked back to his sour-faced friends.
“The only substance that can set the wishing tower on fire is the drool from a dragon,” Trandor said.
The cadets scrunched their noses in disgust.
“Dragon drool?” Eina asked.
Trandor nodded. “Yes.”
“All I can say is, yuck.” Waterly, who looked too thin and wispy to be a warrior, scratched his head of stringy black hair.
“All Festival Quests have a riddle that has to be solved before Quest Day,” Trandor said. “Solving the riddle gives you everything you need to know to succeed on the quest.”
She pulled a small scroll from her belt pouch. The sea green seal was imprinted with the Elders” vine and sword insignia. Multicolored ribbons representing each of the five Akdor Stones dangled from the seal. She unrolled the scroll and read, “‘To discover the secret of dragon drool, you have to look to where words rule, you must take the secret at its face, and put the dragon drool in its place.’”
The cadets exchanged puzzled looks.
Renmar pursed his face into a hardened scowl and then he straightened and, wearing a smug expression, stepped forward. “I”ve already figured it out. That riddle is so easy it does everything but tell the secret.”
Caidy, along with the other cadets, shouted protests and insults.
Trandor put up her hand and gave them all a stern look. “Boasting is easy. Shouting insults is easy. Finding the secret of dragon drool is not easy. I recommend you focus your energy on the quest.”