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Edith Nesbit (married name Edith Bland) (1858-1924) was an English author and poet who wrote childrens fantasy books. She wrote or collaborated on over 60 books of fiction for children, several of which have been adapted for film and television. She started a new genre of magical adventures arising from everyday settings and has been much imitated. Nesbit?s books for children are known for being entertaining for young and old alike. <p> This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. <p> This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. <p> Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: <p>
The Blue Bird that had come out of the book used to sing very nicely in the Palace rose garden, and the Butterfly was very tame, and would perch on his shoulder when he walked among the tall lilies: so Lionel saw that all the creatures in The Book of Beasts could not be wicked, like the Dragon, and he thought: Suppose I could get another beast out who would fight the Dragon?
<p>…The book fell open wide, almost in the middle, and there was written at the bottom of the page, Hippogriff, and before Lionel had time to see what the picture was, there was a fluttering of great wings and a stamping of hoofs, and a sweet, soft, friendly neighing; and there came out of the book a beautiful white horse with a long, long, white mane and a long, long, white tail, and he had great wings like swans wings, and the softest, kindest eyes in the world, and he stood there among the roses.
<p>…And as the great round piece of earth flew away, going around and around as hard as it could, it met a long piece of hard rock that had got loose from another part of the puddingy mixture, and the rock was so hard, and was going so fast, that it ran its point through the round piece of earth and stuck out on the other side of it, so that the two together were like a very-very-much-too-big spinning top.
<p>…Well, when the pointed rock smashed into the round bit of earth the shock was so great that it set them spinning together through the air?which was just getting into its proper place, like all the rest of the things?only, as luck would have it, they forgot which way around they had been going, and began to spin around the wrong way.
<p>…But while all the people were still on their faces, holding on tight to themselves, Uncle James, the magician, never thought of holding tight?he only thought of how to punish Belgian hares and the sons of gardeners; so when the big beasts grew small, he grew small with the other beasts, and the little purple dragon, when he fell at the Princesss feet, saw there a very small magician named Uncle James.
The Blue Bird that had come out of the book used to sing very nicely in the Palace rose garden, and the Butterfly was very tame, and would perch on his shoulder when he walked among the tall lilies: so Lionel saw that all the creatures in The Book of Beasts could not be wicked, like the Dragon, and he thought: Suppose I could get another beast out who would fight the Dragon?
<p>…The book fell open wide, almost in the middle, and there was written at the bottom of the page, Hippogriff, and before Lionel had time to see what the picture was, there was a fluttering of great wings and a stamping of hoofs, and a sweet, soft, friendly neighing; and there came out of the book a beautiful white horse with a long, long, white mane and a long, long, white tail, and he had great wings like swans wings, and the softest, kindest eyes in the world, and he stood there among the roses.
<p>…And as the great round piece of earth flew away, going around and around as hard as it could, it met a long piece of hard rock that had got loose from another part of the puddingy mixture, and the rock was so hard, and was going so fast, that it ran its point through the round piece of earth and stuck out on the other side of it, so that the two together were like a very-very-much-too-big spinning top.
<p>…Well, when the pointed rock smashed into the round bit of earth the shock was so great that it set them spinning together through the air?which was just getting into its proper place, like all the rest of the things?only, as luck would have it, they forgot which way around they had been going, and began to spin around the wrong way.
<p>…But while all the people were still on their faces, holding on tight to themselves, Uncle James, the magician, never thought of holding tight?he only thought of how to punish Belgian hares and the sons of gardeners; so when the big beasts grew small, he grew small with the other beasts, and the little purple dragon, when he fell at the Princesss feet, saw there a very small magician named Uncle James.