Amelia Fang and the Half-Moon Holiday (The Amelia Fang Series) by Laura Ellen Anderson

Author:Laura Ellen Anderson [Anderson, Laura Ellen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Egmont UK Ltd
Published: 2019-03-06T16:00:00+00:00

Buggington Palace wasn’t hard to spot. The huge golden honeycomb structure stretched higher than all the flower huts in the bug kingdom.

Inside, King Jamie the Eighth led the friends through spongy hallways lined with pictures of knights and past kings and queens. The air and walls were sweet with honey. Squashy leant out of Amelia’s arms to lick the walls as they walked past.

‘Make yourself at home,’ said King Jamie, ushering the friends into a cosy living room, lit by the warm orange glow from a huge fireplace. ‘I’ll fetch you some dry clothes from the Honey Hall of Garments and have our wonderful maid Madame Flutterby make you a nice warm batch of Nettle Tea. Prickles or no prickles?’

Amelia smiled gratefully and hugged Squashy, whose eyes were now looking in two different directions from all the sugar. ‘Um, definitely no prickles for me, thank you.’

‘WAIT!’ Tangine stepped forward. ‘Did you say Honey Hall of Garments? As in a whole hall of clothes? Not just a wardrobe, or a room . . . a hall?’

‘Indeed, Prince Tangerine,’ said the king.

‘I WANNA PICK AN OUTFIT!’ said Florence. ‘DO YOU ’AVE CAPES?’

‘A whole rack of them,’ said King Jamie.

Tangine beamed and Florence rubbed her paws together happily.

‘Right this way, both of you!’ said the king as he made to leave the room. ‘Amelia and Grimaldi, would you like to come and pick something to wear too?’

‘No, thank you,’ said Amelia feeling the crackling fire warming her toes. ‘The fire and some Nettle Tea should do the job.’

‘No problem,’ said King Jamie. He paused. ‘Oh! And you’ll meet Denise in due course. . .’

‘Denise?’ said Grimaldi, as King Jamie left with an excitable Florence and Tangine in tow.

‘No idea,’ Amelia replied with a shrug. She snuggled up with Squashy and Grimaldi on a big squidgy sofa by the fire whilst Pumpy nibbled on an ornament.

‘I think this is quite possibly the comfiest sofa I’ve ever sat on,’ said Amelia as she slowly began to sink into it. Grimaldi had almost disappeared completely.

‘Does it feel a little sticky to you?’ he said, looking slightly concerned.

Amelia shuffled and noticed her skirt slowly peel away from the surface of the sofa leaving a trail of clear goo. ‘It can’t be goblin slime,’ she said poking at it. ‘Even goblins are too big for Buggingtonshire, aren’t they?’

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