Amelia Fang and the Barbaric Ball. Laura Ellen Anderson
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First published in Great Britain 2017
by Egmont UK Limited
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Text and illustrations copyright © 2017 Laura Ellen Anderson
The moral rights of the author and illustrator have been asserted.
First e-book edition 2017
ISBN 978 1 4052 8672 5
Ebook ISBN 978 1 7803 1791 5
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For Helen,
Thank you for believing in Amelia and supplying me with unicorn-shaped inspiration and surprise loose limbs! Your continued support, encouragement and enthusiasm won’t be forgotten.
And a special FANKS (as Florence would say) to all the FANG-GIRLS. You know who you are!
x Yeti Hugs x
CONTENTS
5. YOU AAAAARE DEAD, YOU ARE DEAD
6. THE TOILET ISN’T SHINY ENOUGH
9. THE GREEN DOOR WITH THE MOULDY HANDLE
It was a dark and gloomy Wednesday night in Nocturnia. Countess Frivoleeta Fang sipped at her Scream Tea and tapped the dining-room table with her long black fingernails as the clock struck 4 a.m.
‘Drake, my darkness, you do know it’s our annual Barbaric Ball in just three nights?’ cooed Countess Frivoleeta. ‘We still have invitations to send, catering to sort out and – oh, did you book the Howling Wolf Band?’
Count Drake’s eyes widened. ‘Erm . . . I’ll phone them tonight, dearest rat brains.’
‘And Drakey, you’ll need to wear your best suit for the ball. None of those Hawaiian graveyard shirts you like so much. We really must find a way to unstick all that goblin slime from last year’s ball too . . .’
(Goblins were notorious for leaving slime trails – stickier than the stickiest