Indigo and the girl who listened to dragons

Zoe Oteo has never knowingly done anything wrong, and it is written all over her face.This is about to become extremely useful.In the attic of her family's new house - four hundred years old, built out of a shipwreck, and still faintly complaining about it - Zoe finds an egg. It is warm. It is the wrong colour for anything.By morning it has hatched, and there is a small indigo dragon asleep against her wrist, and every photograph on her desk has been improved with a moustache.Indigo can turn invisible. He is faster than anything has a right to be. He loves Zoe completely, has no concept of consequences whatsoever, and has recently formed strong views about seagulls.Keeping him secret was never going to work. Not from Lottie, who notices everything and writes it down. Not from a school that is becoming genuinely convinced it has a poltergeist. And not from whatever is out past the cliffs, listening.Because Indigo came from somewhere.And somewhere has been looking for him for four hundred years.A warm, funny, quietly magical adventure set on the South Devon coast - for readers of ten and up who like their heroines quiet, their dragons badly behaved, and their endings properly earned.