The Dragon's Lair, the third volume in Elizabeth Haydon's critically-acclaimed The Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme series for middle grade readers, is now available with a stunning new cover.
Barely one day after fulfilling his second mission for King Vandemere as Royal Reporter of the land of Serendair, young Charles Magnus Ven Polyphemeknown as Venis off on another adventure. To keep them safe from the wrath of the Thief Queen, whose rage at their escape from the Gated City knows no bounds, the king sends Ven and his friends on an important mission.
Their journey takes them across a wondrous land filled with marvelsand danger. For the mission the king entrusts to Ven is a delicate one: to discover the cause of a dispute between two warring kingdoms. Unfortunately for Ven, the answer leads him straight into the lair of a very angry dragon…
|Publisher:||Tom Doherty Associates|
|Series:||Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme Series , #3|
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|Age Range:||10 - 14 Years|
About the Author
As the daughter of an air force officer, ELIZABETH HAYDON began traveling at an early age and has since traveled all over the world. She draws on the imagery of these visits in The Symphony of Ages series (Rhapsody, Prophecy, Destiny, etc.) and its companion series for middle grade readers, The Lost Journals of Ven Polypheme (The Floating Island, The Thief Queen’s Daughter, etc.), and blends her love of music, anthropology, herbalism and folklore into much of her writing. Haydon is also a harpist and a madrigal singer (a singer of medieval songs). She lives with her family on the East Coast.
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A Surprising Guest
I was sort of hoping to have a moment to rest before my next adventure began.
I hope for a lot of things that never happen.
Don’t get me wrong—I love adventuring. Unlike most people of my race, I go to bed at night dreaming of faraway lands and all the magical things waiting to be found there. It’s
only been recently that I discovered adventures can be less than magical, and very dangerous.
My name is Charles Magnus Ven Polypheme. Most people just call me Ven. When I say “most people of my race,” I’m referring to the Nain, an old race of people who live in dark
mountains, far away from the upworld. I am fifty years and a few months old, but that makes me about twelve or thirteen in human years, because Nain live about four times longer
than humans. Even though I am Nain, I have lived around humans all my life, and have never been downworld to see how Nain really live.
I began life the youngest of the thirteen children of Pepin Polypheme, a shipbuilder of note back in my homeland of Vaarn, which is a city, not a mountain range. Now I live at
the Crossroads Inn in the beautiful countryside just east of the city of Kingston on the Island of Serendair, far from my home and family.
Even though Nain don’t like to travel, I do. They don’t know how to swim, either, but I do. They generally try never to leave home, but I did. Most Nain are suspicious and
grumpy about trying new things, but I was born with a driving curiosity that burns so hot in me that sometimes I feel like my head is on fire or my skin is being eaten by ants
when something new and adventurous comes along. Eventhough they are highly superstitious, the upworld Nain I know don’t believe in magic. I imagine that’s even more true for
the downworld Nain I’ve never met.
But I know it exists, because I’ve seen it with my own eyes.
I guess in many ways I’m sort of a fish out of water. That’s fairly odd, since most Nain don’t even know what a fish is.
Anyway, I have a brand new journal, bound in purple leather with crisp, blank parchment pages inside. I am supposed to be keeping track of all the magical things I see in the
world, especially those that are hiding in plain sight. I was asked to do this by the ruler of this land, His Majesty, Vandemere, high king of Serendair. When the king gave me
my first journal a short time ago, I thought it would be many years before I had filled all the pages with notes and drawings of the magic I had seen.
This purple journal is my third one in only a few weeks’ time. I’ve filled up so many pages with notes and drawings that I have worn an inch off the albatross feather I am using
for a quill pen. Fortunately, the feather is as long as my arm, but at this rate it will be worn down to the size of a chicken feather in no time.
Which is why I was hoping to give adventuring, and my fingers, a rest for a while.
But that is not going to happen. My next adventure is beginning less than one day after the last one ended.
And it’s just as well, because it seems that if I don’t get started on my next adventure—and out of here—quickly, the job of recording the world’s magic may have to be finished
by someone else.
Because I may no longer be alive, having met my end in what is sure to be a very painful and unpleasant way.
Ven’s bedroom in the boy’s dormitory known as hare Warren was still dark when he heard the first thump, followed by horrifying sounds of snarling and screaming.
He had been sleeping soundly, so at first his head was fuzzy. His heart began to beat wildly as he fumbled for the lantern on his bedside table. After a few seconds he removed
the hood of the lantern and light spilled into the room.
The snarling and screaming turned into hissing and moaning.
“Gah! Ven, douse the light, you’re stabbin’ my eyes!”
Ven looked down at the floor between his bed and that of his roommate, Char. Char was lying on the floor, covering his eyes with one arm and rubbing his shin with the other. Ven
scrambled out of bed and helped him stand up.
“What happened?” he asked woozily. “What’s all the noise?”
“Blimey, I dunno,” Char replied, still rubbing his leg. “I just came back from the privy. I got to get to work, it’s almost dawn. I was headin’ for the lookin’ glass when I
tripped over somethin’. And it stabbed me.”
Ven looked around the floor. “Spice Folk, maybe?” he asked.The invisible fairies who lived at the Crossroads Inn, behind which Hare Warren stood, loved to torment Char, but they
weren’t usually violent.
“Criminey, I hope not,” Char said. “Never known a spice fairy to draw blood before.” He raised his ragged pant leg. Three long red stripes were dripping down his shin, forming
what looked like an M slashed into his leg. “Besides, it was bigger, like a pillow.”
“Uh oh,” said Ven. “Murphy, is that you?”
From under the bed he could hear the sound of a throat clearing.
“Murphy, what are you doing out here?” Char demanded. “And what the heck?” He pointed to his bleeding shin.
Slowly the head of a large orange cat emerged from beneath the bed. Murphy was an old tabby, a famous ratter who had caught rodents on the ships of Captain Oliver Snodgrass, the
husband of the innkeeper.He looked annoyed.
“I’m on an errand for Mrs. Snodgrass,” he said testily. “I was sent to wake Ven up and tell him to come in with you when you report to the kitchen for work. Mrs. Snodgrass wants
him to help you unload some of the supply wagons that are making deliveries this morning. I’ll have to let her know that your response was to boot me across the room.”
Char’s mouth dropped open in horror.
“I did no such thing,” he insisted. “I’d no idea you’d be on the floor. It was dark in here—I try not to wake Ven up when I go to work.” He glanced sourly at his roommate. “He
needs his beauty sleep.”
Murphy came all the way out from under the bed. He stretched lazily, allowing his front claws to extend all the way out.
“That’s no excuse for kicking me,” he said, yawning. “I’ve been keeping the Spice Folk busy and out of your room for days, and this is the thanks I get. Well, I’d be sure to
watch myself from now on if I were you. They’ve been cooking up all kinds of interesting tricks to play on you. I think I’ll just let them. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be on
my way back to the Inn, where no one would dare to trip over me. Next time you kick me, I’ll write my entire name on your leg.”
Char sighed, and limped to the door of the room. He held it open for the cat, who strolled out regally, then shut it behind him.
“Well, this day is off to a lovely start,” he said. “At least it will leave an interesting scar. Come on, Ven, we better hightail it to the kitchen.” He checked himself in the
mirror, ran his hands through his straight black hair, then hurried from the room and closed the door behind him.
Char never leaves our room without trying to make himself look presentable, because the girl he has a terrible crush on works with him in the kitchen of the Crossroads Inn. Her
name is Felitza, and she’s very shy and quiet. When I first met her, I wondered what it was that Char saw in her. She has rather large teeth, and neither her hair nor her skin
has much color in it. But there is something about her that has appealed to Char from the moment he met her. At first I thought it was that she is a wonderful cook, and he was
named Char by the men he sailed with because he burns everything. But now it’s clear that he just really likes her, and he does his best to look good and behave properly when
This isn’t easy for him, because Char is an orphan, like many of the other kids who live in the dormitories behind the Inn. But unlike them, Char was sent to work on the sea
when he was too young to remember any other life. So his clothes are more ragged than everyone else’s, and he learned his manners from sailors, so it’s sometimes either comical
or disturbing to watch him eat. But he is the best friend anyone could ask for, and I’m really glad he’s mine. He is smart, resourceful, and more loyal than anyone I’ve ever
met. He follows me everywhere, because Captain Oliver once told him to look out for me. He’s even saved my life a couple of times.
So if he says Felitza is beautiful, he must be right. Now I think of her that way, too.
Ven climbed out of bed and got dressed quickly, then left Hare Warren and hurried up the path to the back door of the Inn. The air around him was cool and heavy with vapor, and
the sky was still dark. The edge of the horizon was the faintest shade of gray, meaning the sun would not be up for almost another three hours.
Inside the Inn the fire on the enormous hearth was burning, as it did year-round. Sitting in front of it, as he always seemed to be, was McLean, the Inn’s resident Storysinger.
He smiled and waved from across the vast room, and Ven waved back, even though he knew that McLean could not really see him.
Most of the other people in the Inn, including Char, have no idea that McLean is blind. McLean is a Lirin Singer, a race of people who have a special understanding of the
vibrations of the world, especially music. While his eyes do not work, he’s able to see things in other ways. Once he showed me how to see the Spice Folk the way he does, and it
was amazing. Sometimes even I forget what I know about him.
Which I’m sure is the way he wants it.
“Good morning, McLean,” Ven called as he headed for the kitchen.
“Morning, Ven,” the Singer called in return. “Enjoy your big day.”
Ven stopped where he was. “What big day?” he asked.
The Singer shrugged and went back to tuning his instrument.
“You just have the feel of a big day about you,” he said idly. “Like something important is about to happen to you.”
“That’s interesting,” said Ven. “Important good, or important bad?”
“No way of telling,” said the Singer. “Sorry. I hope it’s good.”
Me too, Ven thought. He pushed open the door that led into the kitchen.
Unlike the main room of the Inn, which was quiet except for McLean’s soft music, the kitchen was bustling with noise and activity. Mrs. Trudy Snodgrass, the innkeeper and
Captain Snodgrass’s wife, was walking rapidly around the cabinets, sorting and moving containers as she gave orders to the kitchen staff. Her brisk manner reminded Ven a lot of
her husband calling orders to the sailors on his ship, the Serelinda. The Serelinda had rescued Ven when he was floating, helpless, on a piece of wreckage in the middle of the
sea, so Ven felt he owed both the Snodgrasses a large debt.
“Get those sacks of dried peas and beans out of the cupboards, Char, and move them to the pantry,” Mrs. Snodgrass was saying. “We need to make space for the fresher fruits and
vegetables. Felitza, make sure the sausages and porridge are started. We can’t let breakfast be overlooked just because we’re getting deliveries. Ciara, you wipe the cupboards
down inside and out.” She spun around and came within inches of bumping into Ven. Even though she was human and Ven was Nain, a race generally a head shorter than humans, Mrs.
Snodgrass was a Knuckle or two shorter than he was. Her eyes twinkled, but her expression remained stern.
“Ah, you’re here too, good,” she said. She looked over at Char, who had already completed his task. “You two boys go out and wait at the crossroads for the wagons. One has
already dropped off a load of cheese, which will need to be taken to the icehouse. While you’re waiting, you can move some of it in. But keep an eye and an ear out for the
wagons. Some of the drivers won’t wait if there’s no one to meet ’em because they’ll think we don’t need anything this week. I’ve got a full house for the first time in a long
while, and I don’t want to get caught short on food. Hungry guests are grumpy guests. The only one allowed to be grumpy around here is me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Char said quickly. Char was terrified of Mrs. Snodgrass. So was every sailor that had ever served on one of her husband’s ships. Even though she barely came up to
Ven’s chin, her temper was legendary and known in every port across the seven seas.
The boys hurried back into the main part of the Inn and headed for the front door. They were within a few steps of it when it opened. Otis the barkeeper was just coming in for
work, carrying a pile of clean dishcloths.
“Mornin’, Otis,” Char said.
“Hmmph,” snorted the barkeeper. “Not for a few more hours, lad.”
“Hope your day goes well,” called Ven as they hurried past him and out to the crossroads.
“Sure,” said the barkeeper, closing the door behind them.
The sky had not grown any lighter since he had first come into the Inn, but Ven was beginning to hear the occasional twittering of birds and could feel the mist getting thinner.
Dawn was still a long time away, but at least he could tell the morning was coming.
By the side of the road lay three large wooden wheels of cheese in different sizes. Ven looked down the road leading east to the Great River. In the distance he thought he could
hear the clopping of horses’ hooves and the rattling of wagons.
“Do you want to start moving the cheese now?” he asked Char. “It sounds like we have a few minutes before the first wagon gets here.”
His friend looked at the cheese wheels. “I think I could prolly take the smallest two by myself,” Char said. “You wait here for the wagons. Then, once all the deliveries are
done, we’ll move the big one together.”
“Sounds good,” Ven agreed. He helped Char stand the two smallest wheels up and watched as his friend rolled them toward the icehouse shed near the stable. He could see a tall
figure come out of the stable in the dark as Char approached, and realized it was Vincent Cadwalder, the house steward of Hare Warren. Cadwalder took one of the wheels and held
the icehouse door open for Char.
As he was watching the two boys store the cheese, the sound behind him grew louder. Ven turned to see three wagons approaching, though he could not make out what they were
carrying in the dark. He waved his arms, feeling a little foolish, but not wanting to miss the deliveries.
By the time the first wagon slowed to a stop at the crossroads, Char had returned.
“Gah, look at all those apples,” he murmured. “That should take a while to unload.”
“Not all of them are for the Inn, I’d bet,” Ven said. “I’m sure he’s taking the rest of them to Kingston.”
Char nodded as the farmer stood up, pushed his straw hat back and pointed into the wagon.
“Those ten bushels are for Trudy,” the man said crisply. “Make haste, young’uns, I want ta be to town before daybreak.”
“Yes, sir,” Ven said as Char climbed into the wagon. The two boys unloaded the bushels as quickly as they could, then waved to the farmer as he started west. Char picked up two
bushels and headed into the Inn while Ven waited for the second wagon. That one was full of corn, and just as they were finishing unloading Mrs. Snodgrass’s order, a third wagon
pulled up, full of parsnips, with one man driving the horses and a second following behind on a mule.
“Give us just a moment, please,” Ven called to the man driving the third wagon. Beneath his straw hat, the farmer nodded. The boys finished quickly, then waited for the third
wagon to replace the second in front of the Inn.
“Thank you for your patience,” Ven said to the driver, who nodded again. The second farmer came down from the mule and walked over to the wagon. He reached inside, gave Char a
large sack of parsnips, handed another to Ven, and then hauled two more up onto his shoulders. He turned and started for the Inn.
“Want these in through the front or at the back kitchen door?” he asked. There was something vaguely familiar about his voice, but Ven could not see him clearly in the dark.
Besides, all farmers and people who worked outdoors wore broad-brimmed straw hats in the summer, making it hard to see them anyway.
“If it’s all the same to you, the back would be great, thanks,” said Char. “We appreciate the help.”
“Always happy to lend a hand,” said the farmer. He trudged around behind the Inn, with the two boys following him, lugging their sacks of parsnips. When he got to the door, he
held it open for Char, who went through first, then nodded to Ven to go next.
“Thank you,” Ven said as he struggled with the heavy sack.
The man chuckled. “Not at all,” he said. “How are you this morning, Ven?”
Ven stopped in his tracks. He stared up under the broad brim of the man’s hat and saw two blue eyes twinkling at him in return. His mouth dropped open.
“Your Majesty?” he asked, thunderstruck. “What are you doing here?”
Excerpted from THE DRAGON'S LAIR by Elizabeth Haydon.
Copyright © 2008 by Elizabeth Haydon.
Published in July 2008 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC.
All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be
secured from the Publisher.
Table of Contents
Contents1 A Surprising Guest,
2 The Big Day Begins,
3 The Merrow,
4 The Transformation,
5 Madame Sharra,
6 Black Ivory,
7 Leaving Safety Behind,
8 The Dash to the River,
9 Heading East by Way of the South,
10 The King of the River,
11 The River King's Riddle,
12 Dragon's Breath,
13 Eyes in the Sky,
14 Something not Quite Right About This place,
15 The Hidden Valley,
16 Things Get Uglier Still,
17 From Bad to Worse,
18 The Lirindarc,
19 Alvarran the Intolerant,
20 Smoke in the Foothills,
21 A Decision for the Ages,
22 Into the Jaws of the Beast,
23 The Librarian,
24 A promise Fulfilled,
25 One Delivery Down, Two More to Go,
26 Making Amends,
27 Kiran Berries, the Exodus, and the Day the Sun Overslept,
28 The Report,
29 The Race Against Time,
Endnote from the Documentarian,
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
There is no time wasted between this book and the previous one, The Thief Queen’s Daughter; it starts directly after the group returns to the inn, which means they have to leave it again to hide from the Thief Queen. I really like that with each book, we get more of the mythology for this world Haydon has created. We learn more about elves and dwarves in this book, which is really nice. It was interesting to see prejudices that have been somewhat present but not fully explored in previous books. I liked that a lot of these were based on nonsense, as prejudices often are, and the feud between the dwarves and elves was about something that they completely misunderstood, which was typical, but also perfect. The best part is that Ven’s mermaid friend finally follows him on one of his adventures. I loved her reactions to normal land-dweller things, and it was fun to see the world from her eyes. I’m glad we got to see more of her character since she was so strongly featured in the first book. I do think this book isn’t quite as interesting as the others. It was still a very good book, but it didn’t quite have the fun and spark that the others had. There’s not as much action and the conflict is more between the characters rather than what is actually happening in the book. Though the stakes are high and there are plenty of encounters and such, it just wasn’t as intricately plotted as the other novels were. There were also some plot points that had so much time spent on them and ultimately went nowhere, so hopefully that pans out in future books. With that said, though, it’s still quite enjoyable and I liked that we got to see the characters’ friendships tested. Overall, this series is still going strong. I’m looking forward to reading the next book!
I havent read this one of the series yet i am about to buy it. I sure hope a fourth one comes out just like the rest of you people that keep asking about the fourth book. I would like to mension another book that is very good called forgive my fins... i am like gonna be soooo mad if she doesnt make another book soon!
Really good. Pulls you right in, you know. Kinda weird at the ending, the dragon a librarian. High reccomendation! Must have for people who love the beginning books!
So whens the fourth one come out been two years after the supposed release date in 2010somebody please tel mel
I really enjoyed the third Ven Polypheme book. It was well written and advanced the story in a great way. I can't wait for the next book because it it bound to be SUPER exciting simply because of what the end of this one led into. I recommend this book very much.
It was a good book it was exciting during the begining and middle but the end was boring. Over all it was a good book.
Charles Magnus Ven Polypheme has completed successfully his secret mission for King Vandemere of Serendair and looks forward to some respite before his monarch sends him on another assignment. His hopes for some needed rest are dashed when High King Vandemere says he must leave the area the Thief Queen is livid that he escaped from her and her Gated City and took with him her grateful daughter. Ven sends him on a task that will place Ven and his friend oceans away. --- A dragon is burning Nain villages in the High reaches, which is personal to Ven who happens to be a Nain (a species that has a lifespan four times greater than humans). He agrees to try to stop the dragon. The Kingdom of Lirin and Nain are at odds because the latter has something the former believes belongs to them. He wants Ven to straighten out the problem so the King can get what he wants. The group goes through dangerous adventures to avoid the wrath of the Thief Queen who has her horde of ravens seeking Ven. --- Readers will enjoy the latest Ven journal as he describes his escapades dealing with a recalcitrant dragon who has a legitimate reason for his ire towards the Nain and avoiding the Thief Queen¿s thugs. Ven also escorts the audience on a tour of the island of Serendair to show the magic it contains. Ven¿s comrades are a diverse group that includes a merrow (mermaid) who starts turning human when she loses her cap. Nain Studies expert Elizabeth Hayden has ¿found¿ an entertainingly stunning fantasy journal. --- Harriet Klausner
Can someone please tell me when the fourth book is comimgout? Ive looked everywhere! Please i am really asking for a respose