The Sorcerer's Shadow (Volume 12) (The Kingdom of Wrenly, Band 12) - Softcover

Über die Autorinnen und Autoren

Jordan Quinn grew up in a fairy tale castle in England. It had a spiral stone staircase, a moat, and a dungeon. As a child she liked to play hide-and-go-seek and ride her beloved horse, Prince Charming. When she wasn’t riding, she wrote stories about fairies, trolls, dragons, and wizards. Today, Jordan lives on a ranch in California with her husband, son, and a golden retriever named Sir Toots-a-Lot.

Robert McPhillips has been involved in a wide variety of projects over the years—from illustrating greeting cards to animation, though he especially loves illustrating children’s books. Robert makes his home in North Devon, England, with his wife, Sam.

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The Sorcerer’s Shadow

The Rider

Dudda-lump!

Dudda-lump!

Dudda-lump!

Horse hooves drummed frantically across the forest floor. Prince Lucas, Clara, and Ruskin stopped to listen. Lucas had just rescued a nest of baby birds that had fallen from a tree. He gently rested the nest in the crook of a thick branch so the mother bird would find her babies safe and sound. Then he climbed down the tree and jumped to the ground. The pounding hooves drew closer.



“Someone sure is in a huge hurry,” Lucas remarked as he looked down the trail. “I wonder if something’s wrong.”

The rider roared into view and thundered right by them. Lucas and Clara had to shield their faces from the dirt kicked up by the rider.

“It’s a knight!” Clara exclaimed.



Lucas nodded. “He’s probably headed for the castle,” he said. “Let’s follow him!”

Ruskin, Lucas’s dragon, took flight. The two best friends jumped on their horses and galloped after the rider, who had ridden far ahead. Lucas and Clara slowed to a canter when they got to the village. The villagers had spilled into the street to see who was in such a big rush. The butcher, the blacksmith, and the chandler had all left their shops and were standing in the midst of a crowd. They watched through the churned-up dust that the rider had left in his wake.



Clara waved to her father as they sped past her family’s bakery, the Daily Bread.

“What’s going on, Clara?” her father asked.

“I don’t know,” she called over her shoulder. “But we’re going to find out!”



The children weaved in and out of the crowd and rode on to the castle. When they reached the front gate, the rider had just tied his horse to the royal hitching post. He approached the castle guards and pulled off his helmet.

A cascade of dark brown hair tumbled over the knight’s shoulders.

Lucas cupped his hand over his mouth.

The rider was a girl!