By Robin McKinley
In Robin McKinley's Newbery Medal–winning novel, an outcast princess needs to earn her birthright as a hero of the realm
Aerin is an outcast in her personal father's courtroom, daughter of the international lady who, it was once rumored, used to be a witch, and enchanted the king to marry her.
She makes acquaintances along with her father's lame, retired warhorse, Talat, and discovers an previous, ignored, and dangerously vague recipe for dragon-fire-proof ointment in a dusty nook of her father's library. years, many canter circles to the left to reinforce Talat's susceptible leg, and plenty of burnt twigs (and a number of arms) secretly experimenting with the ointment recipe later, Aerin is current whilst somebody comes from an outlying village to file a marauding dragon to the king. Aerin slips off on my own to fetch her horse, her sword, and her fireproof ointment . . .
But glossy dragons, whereas bold rivals absolutely able to killing a individual, are small and accounted vermin. there is not any honor in killing dragons. the good dragons are a story out of historic history.
That is, until eventually the day that the king is driving out on the head of a military. A weary guy on an exhausted horse staggers into the courtyard the place the king's troop is assembled: "The Black Dragon has come . . . Maur, who has no longer been visible for generations, the final of the nice dragons, nice as a mountain. Maur has awakened."