The Amelia Fang Series
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First published in Great Britain 2018 by Egmont UK Limited The Yellow Building, 1 Nicholas Road, London W11 4AN
Text and illustrations copyright © 2018 Laura Ellen Anderson
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ISBN 978 1 4052 8706 7
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1872 1
67183/1
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FOR GRANDAD JOHN
The cheekiest most brilliant nine-fingered musician around
‘About as handy as a frog on a bike!’
Love you always. Twiglett xxx
CONTENTS
MAP OF NOCTURNA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . viii
MEET THE NOCTURNIANS AND
GLITTEROPOLANS. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .x
1. WHY DO I ’AVE TO BE THE UNIICORN?. . 1
2. THE WISHING WELL OF WELL
WISHES . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 17
3. PUMPKIN POO. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 29
4. McSPARKLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 41
5. THE ETERNAL HUG. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 51
6. RAINBOOOOW! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .63
7. FABIO . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75
8. GLITTEROPOLIS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 87
9. COLLAR DUSTER . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 101
10. THE HAUNTED HOUSE RIDE . . . . . . . . . . .115
11. STRONG INDEPENDENT UNICORN . . . . 129
12. THE UNICORN BANQUET . . . . . . . . . . . . .139
13. FLORENCE’S UNIQUE TALENT . . . . . . . . . .151
14. THE CANDY CHAMBERS . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .161
15. FLORENCE IS NOT A BEAST . . . . . . . . . . . .177
16. A TICKLE BEHIND THE EAR . . . . . . . . . . . 185
17. LEPRECHAUNS ASSEMBLE . . . . . . . . . . . . . 201
18. LIGHT AND DARK . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 211
Ghoulish Greetings from . . .
LIKES:
Hugs and Tongue
Twister sandwiches
DISLIKES:
Going to bed early
LIKES:
His new friends,
Amelia, Florence
and Grimaldi
DISLIKES:
An empty stomach
LIKES:
Adventures with Amelia
DISLIKES:
Rude wishing wells
LIKES:
Glitter and family
DISLIKES:
Runaway Mushrooms
LIKES:
Dungeons and Daymares game
DISLIKES:
Slimescale in the kettle
LIKES:
Jigging and
rainbows
DISLIKES:
Fuzzmites
LIKES:
Strong Independent Unicorns
DISLIKES:
Creatures of the Dark
CHAPTER 1
WHY DO I ‘AVE TO
BE THE UNICORN?
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! squeeed the pumpkin alarm clock at first light.
Amelia Fang stretched and scrambled out of her coffin. Her pet pumpkin Squashy was bouncing around licking everyone excitedly.
‘Oh, Squashy,’ Amelia said through a yawn, ‘how are you so wide awake?’
‘SQUISH EVERYTHING!’ moaned Florence Spudwick, rolling over. Florence was a huge, rare breed of yeti, not to be confused with a beast. She was also one of Amelia’s best friends.
‘It can’t be time already?’ Grimaldi groaned, pulling his hood over his face. Grimaldi Reaperton was Death himself. But until he was older, he only dealt with the deaths of small creatures in Nocturnia, leaving the bigger creatures to his grimpapa.
It was the Halloween holidays and the sun had risen in the Kingdom of the Dark, which meant that every creature in Nocturnia and the scary suburbs would be going to bed – apart from Amelia Fang and her friends. They were about to embark on a very big quest to the Kingdom of the Light.
‘FLORENCE!’ said Prince Tangine La Floofle the First, clapping his hands twice. ‘I demand breakfast!’
‘DON’T CLAP ME!’ said Florence, clenching her big hairy fists.
‘Tangine,’ Amelia said with a sigh, ‘remember what we discussed. Try not to be
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so bossy.’
‘I keep forgetting,’ said Tangine sheepishly. ‘Can’t I be a leeeettle bit bossy?’
‘No!’ Amelia laughed. ‘We’re your friends.’
‘Maids.’ Tangine smiled.
‘Fur-riends,’ said Amelia.
Tangine took a deep breath. ‘Fuuur . . .’ He wiped his forehead. ‘Fuuur . . .’ he tried again. ‘Fuuurmaids?’ He looked proud of himself.
‘That’s . . . progress,’ Amelia said.
When Amelia had first met Tangine, he had been quite mean to her and had stolen her pet pumpkin, Squashy. But it had turned out that Prince Tangine had been lonely and just wanted a friend. Tangine had grown up all alone in the palace with only Mummy Maids for company. He did have a mother – she was a fairy named Fairyweather. Tragically, Fairyweather had mysteriously disappeared when Tangine was just a baby. Prince
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Tangine’s father, King Vladimir, had been so sad about his wife’s disappearance that he had neglected his kingdom and Tangine, spending years searching in vain for her. This meant that not only had Tangine grown into rather a spoilt sprout (which was why he thought that it was perfectly OK to steal poor Squashy) but also that he was half-vampire, half-fairy. This big secret of Tangine’s was something that would have terrified most Creatures of the Dark. But Amelia had discovered that Creatures of the Light weren’t as scary as they had all been told. It turns out that fairies did not steal your fangs and unicorns did not shoot killer rainbows from their bottoms.
‘I’m so tired, I’m not sure I can cope with being awake during the day,’ said Grimaldi.
‘We’ll get used to it,’ Amelia reassured him.
As Amelia and her friends made their way
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along the corridor of the Fang
Mansion, an eruption of laughter
came from below, followed by a
large belch. Amelia’s dad, Count
Drake the Third, slowly
floated bottom-first out
of the dining
room and
up
towards the
ceiling.
‘I WIN!’ he
yelled. ‘I
wiiiiin! I put you
in the grave, and then
passed the Troll Bridge
where I collected two
hundred Goblin Slime
Points!’
King Vladimir then
swayed into view with a
hiccup. He also began to float up
towards the ceiling. ‘INCORRECT, Drake,
me ol’ knee-flapper!’ BELCH. ‘I was ON the Troll Bridge way before you got there because I used my Wolf Howl card combined with the Lightning Bolt bonus point I’d saved up . . .’
‘You both lose,’ called Amelia’s mum, Countess Frivoleeta. ‘I got the Total Eclipse card. LOOK!’ She waved an elaborate-looking card in front of their faces.
‘Bother!’ said the count and King Vladimir together. They hugged each other and slowly rotated 360 degrees, before floating back down to ground level.
‘Muuuum!’ called Amelia from upstairs. ‘It’s first light. Didn’t you realise?’
‘Creeping crevices, you’re right!’ the countess shrieked. ‘We got carried away playing Dungeons and Daymares! I can’t
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believe it’s that time already!’ The adults clambered up the stairs.
King Vladimir had cheered up a lot since Amelia and her friends offered to help search for Fairyweather. He’d been searching alone for so long. Now he had help, and more importantly, hope.
In preparation for their risky quest to the Kingdom of the Light, the countess had made Amelia, Florence, Grimaldi and the king clever disguises to wear on their travels. As far as the Creatures of the Light were still concerned, vampires sucked their blood and yetis crushed their bones.
Squashy, disguised as
a big daisy, pa-doinged
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in excitement while Amelia gave a little twirl in her fairy costume.
‘It’s not bad . . .’ she said, admiring her glittery wings. ‘But aren’t I a bit big to be a fairy?’
‘Nonsense!’ said the king. ‘Fairies come in all shapes and sizes. Some rather large, and some teeny-weeny. My Fairyweather was about the length of my arm. A great size for hugging,’ he said with a smile.
‘WHY DO I ’AVE TO BE THE UNICORN?’
said Florence, straightening her horn as Grimaldi studied his angel-kitten tail nervously.
Tangine admired his (real) fairy wings in one of the countess’s many mirrors. ‘I think I look AMAZING!’ he exclaimed. ‘Dad, did you ever dress in disguise when you used to travel to the Kingdom of the Light on your own?’
‘I tried,’ said the king. ‘But I had nobody to help me and I’m terrible at sewing. I tried to make a unicorn costume myself, but it fell apart en route to the Fairy Forest and I was left
stranded . . . how do I put this?’ The king paused. ‘Completely nude.’
Everybody erupted with laughter. ‘KING IN THE NUD!’ Florence bellowed. Then she punched the wall and dented it.
‘Yes, yes, calm down,’ said the king, his normally pale cheeks flushed.
‘But . . . couldn’t the Mummy Maids have helped make you a disguise?’ said Amelia through snorts of laughter.
‘PAH!’ It was the king’s turn to chortle. ‘Have you ever seen a Mummy Maid try to use
a sewing machine? They’d sew their heads together!’
‘Don’t fear, your highness, this time I’ve made you the perfect disguise, and I promise it won’t fall apart.’ The countess beamed. She handed the king a pair of spotty wings.
‘Um . . .’ The king looked awkwardly at the disguise. ‘Is that a ladybird costume?’
‘Correct!’ Countess Frivoleeta smiled and curtseyed. ‘A terrifying ladybird costume!’
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She looked very proud of herself.
‘I may be a tad large to pass as a ladybird,’ murmured the king, pulling his costume on.
Youuuu aaaare dead, you are dead! Grimaldi’s diePhone rang out from his pocket, letting him know some poor creature needed his services.
‘I’m not sure you’ll get a signal while we’re in the Kingdom of the Light,’ said the king. ‘Your grimpapa says he’ll make sure any squished toads are taken care of while you’re away.’
‘Thank you, your majesty,’ said Grimaldi, handing the diePhone to Countess Frivoleeta for safe keeping.
The countess put it in her pocket, then wrapped Amelia in her arms. The scent of her
mother’s new Slug Slime-Trail perfume was overpowering. ‘Oh, Amelia. Be safe out there, won’t you?’
‘I will, Mum, don’t worry.’ Amelia smiled.
‘YEH, WE GOT A MASSIVE LADYBIRD TO KEEP US SAFE!’ Florence chuckled.
‘And if you see any crossword puzzles in the Kingdom of the Light, do bring some back. I love a new challenge!’ said the count.
‘Now, Tangine, do you have the map of the Kingdom of the Light?’ said the king.
‘I gave it to Florence because she likes maps.’ Tangine blushed.
‘DON’T WORRY, I’M KEEPIN’ IT SAFE,’ replied Florence. ‘ROLLED IT UP ALL NICE INSIDE MY UNICORN ’ORN.’
‘Excellent!’ said the king. Then, from inside
his ladybird wing, he pulled out a scrap of glittery parchment: the clue he had found in the Petrified Forest the night Queen
Fairyweather had gone missing.
It read:
‘GLITTEROPOLIS, the city where the sun never goes down, and your dreams always come true . . .’
‘Let’s go and find Glitteropolis!’ said the king.
‘Now, where’s the right door?’ asked the countess.
The doors in the Fang Mansion tended to move around a lot. It was a matter of skill – and a dollop of good luck – to know which door led where.
‘Here it is,’ she announced, gesturing to a wooden door covered with vines. ‘If I remember correctly, this should lead you to the edge of
the Petrified Forest, and according to the king’s map—’
‘THE KINGDOM OF LIGHT BORDERS THE FOREST,’ Florence finished proudly.
‘Well, here goes,’ said Amelia, opening the door. She reached up to her head and gave Squashy a reassuring pat.
King Vladimir ruffled Tangine’s hair. ‘Come on, son, let’s go and find Mum!’
CHAPTER 2
THE WISHING WELL OF WELL WISHES
‘Wow,’ said Amelia, as she stood at the border between the Kingdoms of the Light and Dark.
The scene that stretched before them was quite a contrast to the grey spindly trees and dead branches of the Petrified Forest. Ahead, the sun shone brightly on a vast green meadow scattered with colourful flowers.
Contrary to some old myths that Creatures of the Light believed, vampires and other Creatures of the Dark were perfectly fine in
the sun. They just weren’t used to it, since they were usually fast asleep during the day. The soft hum of bumblebees made Amelia feel a little uneasy. Grimaldi yelped as a bunny rabbit hopped into view.
‘The Meadow of Loveliness . . .’ said King Vladimir.
Amelia took a deep breath. ‘Are we all ready?’ she said, straightening herself up.
The friends nodded and held hands tightly before stepping for the first time into the Kingdom of the Light.
Amelia gasped as her foot sank into the soft ground. It felt strange and spongy. The long grass was shimmering and even the air seemed to be sparkling. But it wasn’t as awful as she might have expected – just very different.
‘Flaaarg!’ Grimaldi shrieked as a butterfly tried to land on his head. ‘It’s going to eat me!’
‘Grimaldi!’ hissed Amelia. ‘You’ll draw
attention to us!’
‘YEH. YOU NEED TO BE MORE CREATUREY OF THE LIGHTY,’ said Florence. ‘MAYBE WE SHOULD PRANCE,’ she continued. ‘THEY LIKE TO PRANCE, RIGHT?’
Without waiting for a reply, Florence pirouetted across the flowerbeds as if she were as light as a feather.
Amelia noticed Tangine’s mouth drop open as he watched Florence dance among the flowers. She was quite surprised herself.
‘She’s quite the prancer!’ said the king with a laugh, before attempting a skip, hop and jump. He stopped when he pulled a muscle in his back.
‘Not as nimble as I used to be . . .’ he said, wincing.
Amelia felt a little nervous, but then she began shuffling her feet. And, before she knew it, she found herself skipping through the long
grass. ‘Come on, Grimaldi! It’s fun!’ she called.
Grimaldi stood frozen to the spot. Amelia ran over and grabbed both his hands, pulling him into the meadow.
‘Eeeeeeeeeek!’ Grimaldi squealed. ‘I think something flew into my mouth!’
‘There’s nothing to fear, Grimaldi!’ the king reassured him. ‘Look, the Creatures of the Light are just getting on with their lives.’ He pointed at a small bunny rabbit nibbling on some grass.
‘I dunno,’ Grimaldi mumbled, ‘maybe it’s plotting something terrible as we speak . . .’
‘Oh, you are silly!’ Amelia giggled.
‘Look, Dad!’ Tangine yelled. ‘I’m flying!’ Tangine was hovering a few feet above the grass, his sparkly fairy wings flapping fiercely.
‘You look just like your mother!’ King
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Vladimir said, smiling.
‘THIS PLACE ISN’T SO BAD,’ said Florence, performing one last pirouette.
‘Right,’ said the king, ‘let’s check the map and work out our best route.’
Florence took the unicorn horn off her head and removed the map, which was neatly rolled into a cone.
‘Where do we start?’ said Grimaldi as Florence straightened the map out. ‘We have no idea where Glitteropolis city is – it’s not on the map.’
‘Hey look, there’s the Wishing Well of Well Wishes,’ said Amelia, reading the map. ‘Maybe we could make a wish to find out where Glitteropolis is?’
‘Amelia, that is
a great idea. I’d never thought of that before!’ The king beamed. Then he looked at Tangine fondly. ‘The Wishing Well of Well Wishes is where your mum and I got married.’
The friends waded through the Meadow of Loveliness, stopping every so often for King Vladimir to catch his breath.
‘At least I’ll be fitter by the time we find Fairyweather,’ he puffed.
‘That must be the Wishing Well of Well Wishes!’ said Grimaldi, pointing ahead at a stone well. It appeared to be glowing, and sparkly flecks of light danced around its rim.
Florence peered into the well and shouted, ‘’OW DO YOU MAKE A WISH THEN?’
THEN. . . THEN. . . THEN. . .
Her voice echoed.
‘NO NEED TO SHOUT!’ a voice boomed up from within the well.
SPLOSH!
A huge jet of water followed, drenching Florence from head to toe.
‘IT SPLOSHED ME!’ said Florence in shock. ‘AND IT SPOKE.’
‘I’ll do it again if you don’t stop referring to me as IT, you big oaf,’ said the voice from the well.
There was no doubt about it: the
Wishing Well of Well Wishes could talk.
And it was really rather rude.
‘So, what brings you Creatures of the Dark to the Kingdom of the Light?’ asked the well.
Everyone looked at each other in surprise. How could it have seen through their disguises?
‘W-w-we’re not Creatures of the Dark!’ said Grimaldi quickly. ‘Look! Meeeow!’ And he swung his angel-kitten tail around.
‘Do you think I’m completely blind, little grim reaper?’ said the well.
‘COURSE YOU ARE,’ Florence cut in, ‘’CAUSE YOU ’AVE NO EYES.’
SPLOSH!
Tangine stifled a giggle as Florence received another face full of water.
‘All right, Vlad?’ said the well. ‘Or should I say, Sir Ladybird?’
‘I see you haven’t changed,’ said the king