Garry Parsons

Eddie is dragonsitting again, but this time he's looking after Uncle Morton's Scottish island too. And there are some strange goings on: the local sheep are disappearing, and Eddie swears he sees a mysterious creature in the loch. Could there be more than just dragons living there? It seems Eddie is in for a beastly surprise! Written as a series of emails between Eddie and Uncle Morton, this quirky, original series has a growing legion of fans and...

When he stumbles upon the Llama Glamarama, a carnival of music and dancing, Larry, who marches to the beat of his own drum, finally finds the courage to be who he really wants to be.

"Dear Uncle Morton, You'd better get on a plane right now and come back here. Your dragon has eaten Jemima. Emily loved that rabbit! I know what you're thinking, Uncle Morton. We promised to look after your dragon for a whole week. I know we did. But you never said he would be like this. Eddie"--Page [4] of cover.

"Dragonsitting isn't getting any easier for Eddie. When he has to take Uncle Morton's dragons, Ziggy and baby Arthur, away with him on a trip to his dad's place -- a real castle! -- it's not long before they're causing all sorts of mischeif again. A castle, a sneezing dragon, and a big box of fireworks. Looks like this story is going to end with a bang!" -- From dustjacket.

"After escaping the runaway spaceship, George finds himself on a barren Earth where society is under corporate control, access to technology is restricted, and the uneducated population is swamped with fake news." --

George and Annie must travel further into space than ever before in order to prevent all computers from being hacked.

George is heartbroken when his neighbor Annie and her space-scientist father move to Florida, but when Annie sends him a secret message telling him she has been contacted by aliens with a terrible warning, he joins her in a galaxy-wide search for answers. Includes scientific essays on space travel.

The dinosaurs are having a party. It starts precisely at three. But I'm a boy not a dinosaur, So I'm pleased they've invited me. But the dinosaurs are planning to serve a special dish at their party and perhaps all is not as it seems . . .