The Best YA Dragon Books

Books about dragons make me happy. I read them almost exclusively as a teen, and I still read them more than I probably should as an adult with other things I am supposed to devote my time to, like doing the laundry and getting work done. But I don’t think I could go a week without a little magic in my life, and I definitely don’t think you should either.

The Best Teen Books About Dragons

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Here There Be Dragons

James A. Owen wrote and illustrated this first book (and all the later books) in the Chronicles of the Imaginarium Geographica. It has just about everything I could ask from a book, from cool pictures to dragons to unlikely heroes and adventures. The cool thing about this book is that it is the first book in a series, but it really works as a stand alone book all by itself as well. It’s also always fun to have books that play around with mythology and history, and this is also a cool hybrid between a steampunk and a gaslight and more traditionally fantasy. I actually just went through and reread the entire series last month, and I just find new interesting layers to the stories every time I read through it. Plus, the series has 8 books, so you won’t have to leave the characters behind for a good long while.

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Dealing With Dragons

This book is a teensy bit older, but it’s still awesome. The story starts with Cimorene, a princess who does things princesses aren’t supposed to do like learn fencing and baking and other common things that just simply aren’t done by princesses. It all comes to a head when her parents get fed up with her antics and secretly betroth her to a proper prince Cimorene just doesn’t want to marry, so instead she takes some advice from a talking frog and runs away only to discover she’s run into a life full of dragons. I have honestly reread the Enchanted Forest Chronicles series about once a year, and it’s wonderful. It’s funny, it’s adventurous, and it has the right mix of magical creatures and fun personalities to be the perfect read for me.

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Dragon Rider

Cornelia Funke, that same author of the Inkworld books, also wrote one of my favorite books, “Dragon Rider“. An ordinary kid saving the dragons in danger of extinction from an evil force is always a pretty awesome story. Different libraries can’t make up their mind if this counts as a YA or a kid’s book to them, so I know it could potentially feel very embarrassing to check this out, but if it makes you feel better there are full grown adults who check out Winnie the Pooh books so reading this at your age won’t be very strange at all in the grand scheme of “weird things book worms do”!

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The Fire Within

A good friend of mine originally introduced this series, The Last Dragon Chronicles, to me, which in my opinion is always a good sign it’s going to be a good read. And it was! I enjoyed this series a lot. There’s action, magic, and dragons, and with that combination you can’t really go wrong.

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The Reborn King

The Dragon’s Blade is a series that is starting to blow up. This series is based on dragon shifters, which can always be a fun change from more traditional dragon stories. This trilogy is all about kingdoms and dragons facing mortal enemies. Truth be told, it reminds me of a YA version of Game of Thrones.

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Obsidian

This is an Indie series, which you know I love to support. The Dragon Kings is fantasy dragon romance series which is really gritty, which I’ve never really experienced before. If you want to read a series that kind of reinvents dragon stories, read this. The series only gets better from the first book. Plus, it’s an Amazon best seller!

Everyone Loves Dragon Books

I am no exception to the rule. I thought it would be fun to share with you some great new reads. And if you ever want to read about dragons and kingdoms and drama and magic, might I recommend you check out my book P.S. The Dragon Bites?

 

 

Meet the Cast of the Shadeworld! Character Profiles: Alyss

I thought it would be fun to do something a little bit different today! I’ve been working on the Shadeworld series for a long time, and publishing them for a few months now, so I wanted to touch base with all of you and add some fun bonus content on here. Let me know if you like this sort of post!

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This is my character reference for Alyss!

Alyss

This girl isn’t so great at being social, but she really wants to be. Her serious approach to life makes some keep their distance from her, but she can still let loose and have fun when there’s the opportunity. Alice uses big words, but she’s not stuffy. She is, however, a little headstrong and willing to jump into a situation she knows nothing about if she feels something unjust is going down!

Alice has brown hair, is a little short, and a nondescript size. With her personality and attributes combined, she probably would be completely ignored by her fellow students if she hadn’t spent her life in primarily white neighborhoods where her darker skin tone stood out so much.

One of the first characters we really meet in this book, Alyss is a girl with her eyes on the prize. After growing up in poor health and with distant parents, she’s desperate to form new relationships and close connections now that she’s moved to a new school and neighborhood. Problems crop up in her social life right away though when I she meets the control freak Aaron who’s weirdly obsessed with her. Besides how weird the people in town and school are, though, there just seems to be something fishy about them – something almost magical!

 

Crypt Runner

They looked into the cave together. It was dark. But somehow, not as dark as they’d expected. The two crept in closer holding hands.

“This looks awfully spooky,” he said. She patted him on the back to offer what small comfort she could give while she was shivering in fear as well.

They went in further, and started to hear the sounds of cheering. A light could be seen shining ahead, and they walked towards it.

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Soon they could see that the cave was occupied. A foot race was being run. All of the entrants were skeletons. “How nice to meet you,” one standing close to them said. “I’m glad to see you want to join in our festivities. “I’m afraid you aren’t dressed well, though. Let me help you both remove that bothersome flesh.” He did.

 

Sneak Peek into Magic Moves!

I have a project slated to go live in January, but the best I can figure out the audiobook creation process I have to have it live for presale at least for now so my awesome narrator Peter Kendall can work on it right away.

The publishing process is complicated, I tell ya.

Anyways, that means that it’s almost ready to go. And I want to share it with all of you guys here before I put it out there anywhere else.

That’s why I’m posting a little sneak peek here and including the entire first chapter for your reading pleasure. You’re welcome!

Chapter One: Visitors

Mrs. Marsh stumped around her house with the broom and swept it from side to side. The dust bunnies she was collecting puffed around to become dust motes clogging the air and spiraled around her before rolling into ever bigger piles of fluff on the floor. Her eyes weren’t what they once were and she couldn’t see them. Age had done its work to her and bent her spine, but she wasn’t the sort of person to let a few aches and pains get in the way of work.
A crack sounded outside and the house shuddered on its foundations. The curtains were spread wide open, as they were every day, but it didn’t serve to let in any light at all. The old lady had to squint to see her cleaning but still didn’t turn on her lights. Electricity had been expensive at some point in her life, and she’d never gotten over the habit of saving the expense by using the lighting as little as possible. Her bulbs sat in their sockets, still just like brand new after hardly being used for years.
Behind her eyes blinked in the darkness, the reflected light illuminating its owner’s frown. Then the thing rolled across the floor and stretched its body to hit the light switch. The room flooded with light, showing all the spots Mrs. Marsh had missed. She humphed at the sight and redid her dusting, oblivious to her helper still resting under the switch. It was itself a curious thing, two feet tall and shiny and wet like toy slime when stretched up but solid and foam like resting on the floor.
“Blast that cat, always annoying the motion sensors,” she grumbled. “I hope this time he didn’t decide to play with the switch itself.”
She flipped her broom and jabbed at the light switch on her side of the room with the blunt end of it. The goopy creature rolled its eyes and flicked the switch again. On. Off. On. Off.
“What in the blazes is going on here?” She frowned at it and looked out the windows, finally noticing the storm outside. “If the flickering is all because a line went down from the storm they should have fixed it by now after that mess has been going on for hours.” She took her broom out the front door and shook it off, grumbling at the storm. “And to think we sent them a petition last year demanding they move our neighborhood to ground lines. We wouldn’t have these problems if they’d just listened. When I call the power company they’ll be sorry,” she said. Mrs. Marsh picked up her cordless and tapped in numbers. A click was heard and then the light in the entire house slowly died down with whining power lines until with a final snap all the lights went fully dark. She moved to flick the switch on, just because she had wanted them off before but now that they went off on their own she was feeling contrary about it. However, the light refused to be turned on. She went around the room to her little table lamps and even tried the porch light and the hall light, but all of them refused to activate. “What’s that now,” she growled.
“I tried to tell you but you’ve been ignoring my attempts to get your attention,” the goop said.
Quick like a whip she swept her broom in a slice through the air and knocked the goop off its, well, base, for lack of feet to speak of. In the darkness of the house the inky goop was nothing more than a shadow in her eyes but she was sharp enough to realize that a voice in an empty house was something valid to slice at.
“What is a creature like you doing here in my house,” she hissed. “I do not appreciate home invaders of any species you know!”
The goop sprouted an arm and used it to take off the top portion of his head that quickly took on the shape of a top hat and bowed to her with a flourish. The image, sadly, was rather lost on her in the darkness. “I am here, madam, because I need your assistance.” He paused. “I think it will interest you that, even more importantly, you need my assistance. Which of course,” he added graciously, “I am more than willing to give.”
She scoffed. “That’s not very likely unless you’re offering to recaulk my bathroom. It’s a hassle to do myself and I think since you look like a talking blob of caulk you might be able to do a very good neat job of it. ”
“No madam I am not here to deal with you bathroom and decorating woes.”
She frowned. “I can’t imagine that you’d be a city electrician. They don’t usually come into people’s houses, and even if they did, I’d much rather you sorted out the electric lines outside as it will hardly do me good to have my wires fixed in here if they are still connecting to a power grid that’s gone dark. Honestly, you young people tend to do things out of order, and I know you dears can’t help it, but I’d expect a little more sense at least from whoever is in charge of coordinating you people to fix the lines to send you to actually do something useful instead of wasting our time in here.” He started to speak but she cut in over him. “Yes, yes, that’s all very well and good to protest your age’s ability, but that does not fix my power.” He tried to talk again, and was again ignored. “No, I am completely certain that my power was working beautifully yesterday and my kitchen mixer was fully powered and operational, so I must insist it is the city lines outside that are having problems and not my own house. Goodness gracious me alive, can you not see that there’s a storm going on outside?”
He finally broke in to her one sided conversation. “Ma’am, I am aware of the storm. I don’t care about the storm at all, though, because it doesn’t matter.” This time he cut over her next protest. “No, I do not care about the storm at all, because it doesn’t matter in the least. Frankly, nothing about your electric needs matter to anyone here right now, you certainly wouldn’t notice if it were off as you clearly don’t use it often, but even if you did your electricity is perfectly functional.” She squawked and protested that her house was dark and that was an obvious sign something wasn’t working. “It is working perfectly, my dear lady. The only problem you have with it, at the moment, is me. I was forced to turn off your electricity in order to get your attention, as you were rather wrapped up in your, well, whatever it is you’ve been doing all day. I am here on much more urgent business then you can even begin to imagine,” he added. He had no chest but the way the upper part of his form suggested a swelled chest, and his tone backed up the theory. “I am here today, madam,” he continued, “Because of the It that is currently residing in your neighborhood. If I remove the It for you, I think you will be willing to agree to help me with my little problem in return.”
She frowned at him and started to give him a piece of her mind when the kitchen exploded.
Flames licked at the tiles and the cheap cabinet fronts softened and drooped from their hinges as a ragged creature that slithered like a snake but looked like a rat ran out with the blast giggling. The bright light from the excess of embers lit the room well enough that it was now easy to see the appearance of both unexpected visitors but the lady seemed more annoyed by them than terrified at their monstrous forms. The goop shook his head and murmured, “I was afraid this sort of thing would happen. They always like to explode things at some point. They just can’t help it. No good trying to get one to be sneaky for you when things always end like this.”
She ignored his talking and scanned her eyes around the room instead. She lit upon a laundry basket and quickly dashed over to scoop it up and threw it to trap the still giggling creature without moving her weapon from the goop still impaled by her broom.
She frowned at both of her captives. “If this little creature is the problem you were going to fix for me I’d rather you just go now so I can remove both of you and have some peace again!” She slid the basket across the room with her foot firmly holding it down by the lip of the basket and flipped up the goop so it spun around on her makeshift weapon. With a yank the front door was opened to the rainy dusk outside so she slapped the goop out the door with her broom handle, and kicked the laundry basket and its prisoner after him. With a shove the door slammed in their faces before they could force their way back in.
Once they’d left she tested all the lights in the house, and the oven just to be sure, and was relieved to see everything seemed to be working perfectly well again. She left all of it on, and turned on the back door security light in an attempt to deter more unexpected visitors.
Once she’d come back in, she shut her curtains and went around the house to check each of the windows and doors as a precaution to make doubly sure there was little chance of any repeat intruders- or new ones for that matter- before she went back to work and finished sweeping the rest of the floor. As she worked the storm outside slowly grew quiet and dispersed, leaving behind the fresh scent of rain that beguiled her neighbors outside to meet with each other and enjoy star gazing in the first clear night of the month.

 

Mrs. Marsh stumped around her house with the broom and swept it from side to side. The dust bunnies she was collecting puffed around to become dust motes clogging the air and spiraled around her before rolling into ever bigger piles of fluff on the floor. Her eyes weren’t what they once were and she couldn’t see them. Age had done its work to her and bent her spine, but she wasn’t the sort of person to let a few aches and pains get in the way of work.
A crack sounded outside and the house shuddered on its foundations. The curtains were spread wide open, as they were every day, but it didn’t serve to let in any light at all. The old lady had to squint to see her cleaning but still didn’t turn on her lights. Electricity had been expensive at some point in her life, and she’d never gotten over the habit of saving the expense by using the lighting as little as possible. Her bulbs sat in their sockets, still just like brand new after hardly being used for years.
Behind her eyes blinked in the darkness, the reflected light illuminating its owner’s frown. Then the thing rolled across the floor and stretched its body to hit the light switch. The room flooded with light, showing all the spots Mrs. Marsh had missed. She humphed at the sight and redid her dusting, oblivious to her helper still resting under the switch. It was itself a curious thing, two feet tall and shiny and wet like toy slime when stretched up but solid and foam like resting on the floor.
“Blast that cat, always annoying the motion sensors,” she grumbled. “I hope this time he didn’t decide to play with the switch itself.”
She flipped her broom and jabbed at the light switch on her side of the room with the blunt end of it. The goopy creature rolled its eyes and flicked the switch again. On. Off. On. Off.
“What in the blazes is going on here?” She frowned at it and looked out the windows, finally noticing the storm outside. “If the flickering is all because a line went down from the storm they should have fixed it by now after that mess has been going on for hours.” She took her broom out the front door and shook it off, grumbling at the storm. “And to think we sent them a petition last year demanding they move our neighborhood to ground lines. We wouldn’t have these problems if they’d just listened. When I call the power company they’ll be sorry,” she said. Mrs. Marsh picked up her cordless and tapped in numbers. A click was heard and then the light in the entire house slowly died down with whining power lines until with a final snap all the lights went fully dark. She moved to flick the switch on, just because she had wanted them off before but now that they went off on their own she was feeling contrary about it. However, the light refused to be turned on. She went around the room to her little table lamps and even tried the porch light and the hall light, but all of them refused to activate. “What’s that now,” she growled.
“I tried to tell you but you’ve been ignoring my attempts to get your attention,” the goop said.
Quick like a whip she swept her broom in a slice through the air and knocked the goop off its, well, base, for lack of feet to speak of. In the darkness of the house the inky goop was nothing more than a shadow in her eyes but she was sharp enough to realize that a voice in an empty house was something valid to slice at.
“What is a creature like you doing here in my house,” she hissed. “I do not appreciate home invaders of any species you know!”
The goop sprouted an arm and used it to take off the top portion of his head that quickly took on the shape of a top hat and bowed to her with a flourish. The image, sadly, was rather lost on her in the darkness. “I am here, madam, because I need your assistance.” He paused. “I think it will interest you that, even more importantly, you need my assistance. Which of course,” he added graciously, “I am more than willing to give.”
She scoffed. “That’s not very likely unless you’re offering to recaulk my bathroom. It’s a hassle to do myself and I think since you look like a talking blob of caulk you might be able to do a very good neat job of it. ”
“No madam I am not here to deal with you bathroom and decorating woes.”
She frowned. “I can’t imagine that you’d be a city electrician. They don’t usually come into people’s houses, and even if they did, I’d much rather you sorted out the electric lines outside as it will hardly do me good to have my wires fixed in here if they are still connecting to a power grid that’s gone dark. Honestly, you young people tend to do things out of order, and I know you dears can’t help it, but I’d expect a little more sense at least from whoever is in charge of coordinating you people to fix the lines to send you to actually do something useful instead of wasting our time in here.” He started to speak but she cut in over him. “Yes, yes, that’s all very well and good to protest your age’s ability, but that does not fix my power.” He tried to talk again, and was again ignored. “No, I am completely certain that my power was working beautifully yesterday and my kitchen mixer was fully powered and operational, so I must insist it is the city lines outside that are having problems and not my own house. Goodness gracious me alive, can you not see that there’s a storm going on outside?”
He finally broke in to her one sided conversation. “Ma’am, I am aware of the storm. I don’t care about the storm at all, though, because it doesn’t matter.” This time he cut over her next protest. “No, I do not care about the storm at all, because it doesn’t matter in the least. Frankly, nothing about your electric needs matter to anyone here right now, you certainly wouldn’t notice if it were off as you clearly don’t use it often, but even if you did your electricity is perfectly functional.” She squawked and protested that her house was dark and that was an obvious sign something wasn’t working. “It is working perfectly, my dear lady. The only problem you have with it, at the moment, is me. I was forced to turn off your electricity in order to get your attention, as you were rather wrapped up in your, well, whatever it is you’ve been doing all day. I am here on much more urgent business then you can even begin to imagine,” he added. He had no chest but the way the upper part of his form suggested a swelled chest, and his tone backed up the theory. “I am here today, madam,” he continued, “Because of the It that is currently residing in your neighborhood. If I remove the It for you, I think you will be willing to agree to help me with my little problem in return.”
She frowned at him and started to give him a piece of her mind when the kitchen exploded.
Flames licked at the tiles and the cheap cabinet fronts softened and drooped from their hinges as a ragged creature that slithered like a snake but looked like a rat ran out with the blast giggling. The bright light from the excess of embers lit the room well enough that it was now easy to see the appearance of both unexpected visitors but the lady seemed more annoyed by them than terrified at their monstrous forms. The goop shook his head and murmured, “I was afraid this sort of thing would happen. They always like to explode things at some point. They just can’t help it. No good trying to get one to be sneaky for you when things always end like this.”
She ignored his talking and scanned her eyes around the room instead. She lit upon a laundry basket and quickly dashed over to scoop it up and threw it to trap the still giggling creature without moving her weapon from the goop still impaled by her broom.
She frowned at both of her captives. “If this little creature is the problem you were going to fix for me I’d rather you just go now so I can remove both of you and have some peace again!” She slid the basket across the room with her foot firmly holding it down by the lip of the basket and flipped up the goop so it spun around on her makeshift weapon. With a yank the front door was opened to the rainy dusk outside so she slapped the goop out the door with her broom handle, and kicked the laundry basket and its prisoner after him. With a shove the door slammed in their faces before they could force their way back in.
Once they’d left she tested all the lights in the house, and the oven just to be sure, and was relieved to see everything seemed to be working perfectly well again. She left all of it on, and turned on the back door security light in an attempt to deter more unexpected visitors.
Once she’d come back in, she shut her curtains and went around the house to check each of the windows and doors as a precaution to make doubly sure there was little chance of any repeat intruders- or new ones for that matter- before she went back to work and finished sweeping the rest of the floor. As she worked the storm outside slowly grew quiet and dispersed, leaving behind the fresh scent of rain that beguiled her neighbors outside to meet with each other and enjoy star gazing in the first clear night of the month.

But first, let me take a #Shelfie

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I follow For Reading Addicts (You definitely should too) and I love the different #shelfies they post. I feel awkward using the hashtags because I’m pretty sure too many of them make you an outdated internet dinosaur instead of making you cool, but I’m so amused by photos of other people’s shelves I thought it would be worth the risk to hashtag it out on here.

As you can see I’ve got a few second hand books in here that are looking a little scruffy, like “Beyonders” by Mull that I picked up in a hostel in Panama City Panama and felt like I’d won the lottery to find a book that was free, hard back, written in English, and from an author I knew of and like to boot!

Then there’s “Entwined” by Dixon on the right that I bought with part of my first ever paycheck and devoured because it was magical. And above it is Cornelia Funke’s “Dragon Rider”, which I adore, with her book Inkheart right on top of it because I really do like her work (which you can probably tell because a third book of her’s is next to it- “The Thief Lord”- is definitely one of my hands down favorites!)

And then there’s the Tamora Pierce books on the top left of the stack because I am slowly buying her books whenever one pops up in my local library’s book sale or in a used book store.

And Bruce Coville’s “Into the Land of The Unicorns” is clearly well loved as the majority of its cover has come clear off, though thankfully the follow up below it is another part of the series which will hopefully stand up better to frequent reading due to the hardback cover.

And then we have “The China Garden” on the top right which I think few American readers have heard of but is definitely a yearly revisit for me.

This is just a section of my bookshelf that covers my self defined “magical books” genre. Does anyone else just go and make up their own categories for their private bookshelves?

And then there’s the world’s tiniest picture frame with a photo made from one of the mini Polaroids marketed to kids in the late nineties and early `aughts before anyone could afford the early digital cameras, and I trimmed off the waste plastic wrapping the film so I could fit it into the tiny frame. It’s a nice reminder of my brother when he was young, which is great to remember at this time of year as his birthday inched him a little closer to thirty now and the passage of time makes me nostalgic yet again thinking of childhood memories.

And there’s the harmonica next to it which I am still determined to learn to play so I can maybe perform for my grandpa some time as he’s always been a great bluesy player on his own oversized bass harmonica.

Shadeworld: This series is BIG

You might have seen the cover before in this post, or if you follow “KGWilkieAuthor” on Facebook, but if you look closely you’ll notice it’s been tweaked a bit. How? There’s this new line of font at the top now that announces the series.

You might not think it’s a big change, but it means big things. You see how it says this is the first book in the Shadeworld series? That means there will be more. Lots more. In fact, I didn’t tell you guys this before, but I have made a whopping total of TEN covers for this series, because I plan to make ten books to match them.

When I tell you this is an epic Young Adult Fantasy series with some Science Fiction fusion going on, I’m not kidding. This series covers regicide and court intrigue and friendship drama and amnesiac faeries and revolutions and the literal end of a world. Powers rise and fall. Species clash in battle. danger looms on the horizon. And there’s a big cast of characters who all get their own book to allow them a turn at being the main character, so no matter who turns out to be your favorite you’ll get to go in depth into their head and experience all of this with them.

I know, I know, you think you’ve heard about this book before. But I just wanted to let you know the sheer scale of this. This is going to be big. Explosive, even. And the first book is coming out this very month.

You can also preorder here if you want to be sure you get the book as soon as it comes out for the discounted price exclusive to my own site.

PS The Dragon Bites

Book one of the YA Shadeworld series featuring dragons and fey and many magical creatures. "Aeron is a troubled dragon prince. His brother is stirring up rebellion and trying to steal his throne, his MIA childhood friend has finally been found after a years long search but doesn't remember him, and being a teenager in a human school just isn't all it's cracked up to be."

$4.90