Böcker av Joan Lily Duffill

The summer seemed like it would never end, it had been a few weeks of blistering heat. Flame didn't do much except try and keep out of the sun and keep cool. She went through the bare trees onto the dry grasslands. She sneezed and let a small fire out of her large nostrils... oh my goodness! Quickly the fire caught the grass, help she thought. She raised herself into the air in panic and shot her fire high. She could see Erif over on Nezca. What was wrong over on Egar? thought Erif, but he knew; he could see the smoke! Erif quickly flew over to the flame. Oh dear, he had to think and think fast. He could see the fire might spread in time and destroy Egar. He needed help, they all did, Erif knew there was only one thing he could do...