Jane Yolen

A collection of poems explores the wonder underground, from animal burrows and subways to caves and magma.

In the morning, dragons wake up, tumble out of bed, and get ready to fly into the sky.

James, an earl's son and bothersome child, may hold the key to saving Cranford Abbey, a dilapidated school where he is sent to be educated, that newly-appointed Abbot Aelian thinks can be saved if he can make cider from the golden apples now being eaten by ravenous unicorns.

It's 1942 in Poland, and the world is coming to pieces. At least that's how it seems to Chaim and Gittel, twins whose lives feel like a fairy tale torn apart, with evil witches, forbidden forests, and dangerous ovens looming on the horizon. But in all darkness there is light, and the twins find it through Chaim's poetry and the love they have for each other. Like the bright flame of a Yahrzeit candle, his words become a beacon of memory so that the...

The old giant at the top of the hill is lonely. He has no one to play games with, no one to read to, and no one to drink tea with. When he ventures into the nearby town, every person and animal screams and hides - except for one girl, Arabella. The two become quick friends and spend the day playing together. But will the giant ever get his cup of tea? --

All the fairies are excited to be invited to the King's ball, except for one young fairy whose only party dress is in tatters.

A kiss from Mama misses its intended target and instead embarks on a merry adventure as it slips, slides, and twists its way around the world.

Nana shimmies, bops, taps, and twirls her way to a shindig with her grandchildren, who love dancing with their grandmother.

"This inquisitive, ornithological ode celebrates a love of birds-- no matter what we call them and why. A bird cannot be defined simply by the name we call it-- robin, hawk, peacock, swan. Nor can a bird be reduced to the exact blue of its neck, the tint of its red breast, or how it builds a nest. Celebrating all the ways we identify and enjoy winged creatures, this book suggests that only the birds themselves are able to give the truest expression...