Read more
Informationen zum Autor Author of the classis Nancy Drew series. Macky Pamintuan was born and raised in the Philippines. He moved to San Francisco at age twenty-one and received his fine arts degree from the Academy of Art College. Klappentext The girls attend a Renaissance Fair that comes complete with a living! breathing unicorn. But is the unicorn real? After a prize pony disappears! Nancy and her friends are suspicious that the unicorn may not be what it seems. Illustrations. Leseprobe Chapter One Medieval Magic “Good people of River Heights!” Mayor Strong announced. His suit of armor creaked as he threw his arms up into the air. “I, Sir Mayor the Strong, welcome thee to the Dragon’s Breath Fair!” Eight-year-old Nancy Drew cheered with her best friends, Bess Marvin and George Fayne. It was the start of the Dragon’s Breath Fair, a medieval festival that came to the girls’ town every fall. “What is ‘medieval,’ anyway?” Bess asked. “It was a time hundreds of years ago,” Nancy explained. “When there were kings, queens, jesters—and knights in shining armor.” “And dragons!” George said, her dark eyes flashing. “Don’t forget about dragons.” “Oh, no!” Bess gasped. “What do we do if we run into a fire-breathing dragon here at the fair?” “Roast marshmallows!” George joked. The girls turned back to the mayor. He was telling the crowd the fun they would have. “There will be jugglers, games, hearty food, and puppet shows,” Mayor Strong boomed. “And the most thrilling challenge of all—the joust!” “I know what a joust is,” George said to Nancy and Bess. “It’s when two knights on horseback try to knock weapons out of each other’s hands.” “Of course, I would love to be in the joust myself,” Mayor Strong told everyone. “But first I need a horse!” The visor on the mayor’s helmet fell in front of his face with a clunk . “He needs a horse and a new helmet,” George whispered. The mayor raised his visor and shouted, “I hereby declare the Dragon’s Breath Fair open!” After a big cheer the crowd scattered in all directions into the fairgrounds. Nancy didn’t know what was more colorful, the striped tents and banners hanging everywhere, or the red, yellow, and gold leaves on the trees. “Do you think they had detectives in those days?” Bess asked. “Detectives like us?” Nancy smiled at the thought. She, Bess, and George were good at solving mysteries. So good that they’d started their own detective club called the Clue Crew. “Sure, they had detectives,” Nancy decided. “Somebody had to figure out who stole the queen of hearts’s tarts!” “And speaking of stuff that’s yummy for the tummy,” George said, nodding in the direction of the food stalls, “there’s my mom.” Nancy could see Mrs. Fayne stacking jumbo cookies on the ledge of a food stall. Mrs. Fayne ran her own catering company and was in charge of the food at the Dragon’s Breath Fair. She was also in charge of bringing Nancy, Bess, and George to the fair every day that weekend. “What should we do first?” Bess asked, rubbing her hands together. “Play a game or eat one of those cookies?” Nancy wanted to watch the archery contest—until she noticed a wooden sign stuck in the ground. It had a red arrow and the words THIS WAY TO WIZARDLY WOODS. “What’s Wizardly Woods?” Nancy wondered. “There’s only one way to find out,” George said. The girls followed the path until they reached more colorful tents, their flaps wide open. Inside were men and women selling jewelry, candles, and scented oils. Outside a blue tent decorated with silver stars stood a rack holding dried flower garlands. Bess grabbed a garland and placed it over her long blond hair. “Does this make me look princessy?” she asked. “You mean prissy
