The Merchant of Death (Pendragon Series #1)by D. J. MacHale
Bobby Pendragon is a seemingly normal fourteen-year-old boy. He has a family, a home, and even Marley, his beloved dog. But there is something very special about Bobby.
He is going to save the world.
And not just Earth as we know it. Bobby is slowly starting to realize that life in the cosmos isn't quite what he thought it was. And before he can object,
Bobby Pendragon is a seemingly normal fourteen-year-old boy. He has a family, a home, and even Marley, his beloved dog. But there is something very special about Bobby.
He is going to save the world.
And not just Earth as we know it. Bobby is slowly starting to realize that life in the cosmos isn't quite what he thought it was. And before he can object, he is swept off to an alternate dimension known as Denduron, a territory inhabited by strange beings, ruled by a magical tyrant, and plagued by dangerous revolution.
If Bobby wants to see his family again, he's going to have to accept his role as savior, and accept it wholeheartedly. Because, as he is about to discover, Denduron is only the beginning....
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The Merchant of Death
By D. J. MacHale
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Journal #1: Denduron
I hope you're reading this, Mark.
Heck, I hope anybody's reading this because the only thing that's keeping me from going totally off my nut right now is getting this all down on paper so that someday, when it's all over, it'll help prove that I'm not a total whack job. You see, two things happened yesterday that changed my life forever.
The first was that I finally kissed Courtney Chetwynde. Yes, the Courtney Chetwynde of the bites-her-lower-lip-when-she's-thinking, stares-right-into-your-heart-with-her-deep-gray-eyes, looks-unbelievable-in-her-volleyball-uniform, and always-smells-a-little-like-roses fame. Yeah, I kissed her. It was a long time coming and it finally happened. Woo-hoo!
The second thing was that I was launched through a wormhole called a "flume" and got jacked across the universe to a medieval planet called "Denduron" that's in the middle of a violent civil war.
But back to Courtney.
This wasn't your average "nice to see you" peck on the cheek. Oh no. This was a full-on, eyes closed, starting with tight lips but eventually morphing into a mutual open-mouth probe thing that lasted for a good thirty-second lifetime. And we were close, too. Like real close. I was holding her so tight I could feel her heart beating against my chest.Or maybe it was my heart. Or maybe our hearts were bouncing off each other. I have no idea. All I know is that it was pretty cool. I hope I get the chance to do it again, but right now it's not looking so good.
I guess it's kind of dumb to be fixating on the glorious Courtney Chetwynde when the real problem is that I'm afraid I'm going to die. Maybe that's why I can't get her out of my head. The memory of that kiss is the only thing that feels real to me right now. I'm afraid that if I lose that memory I'm going to lose everything, and if that happens then...well, I don't know what will happen then because I don't understand anything that's been happening to me. Maybe by writing it all down, it'll start to make some sense.
Let me try to piece together the events that led to my writing this. Up until yesterday I was living large. At least as large as any normal fourteen-year-old guy can live. School came pretty easy; I kicked ass in sports; my parents were way cool; I didn't hate my little sister, Shannon, usually. I had excellent friends, with you sitting right on top of the list, Mark. I lived in this major house where I had my own private space to play music or whatever and nobody bugged me. My dog, Marley, was the coolest golden retriever there ever was; and I had recently macked with Courtney Chetwynde. (Did I mention that?) How much more goin' on can you get?
The thing is, I also had an Uncle Press.
You remember him? He was the guy who always showed up at my birthday parties with some special surprise. He wouldn't just bring a pony, he'd bring a truckload of ponies for a minirodeo. He's the guy who turned my house into that laser-maze game. Was that great or what? He's the one who was throwing the pizzas at my party last year. Remember that guy? Every once in a while he'd show up, out of the blue, and do something amazing like take me flying in a private plane. Yeah, he was a pilot. Another time he gave me this computer that was so advanced, it wasn't even in stores yet. You know the calculator I have that you input numbers by talking to it? That was from Uncle Press. I gotta tell you, he was the coolio uncle everybody wished they had.
But there was always something a little mysterious about Uncle Press. He was my mom's brother, but she didn't say much about him. It was almost like she felt weird talking about him. Whenever I asked, she'd shrug and say something like, "Oh, you know him, he's his own man. How was school today?" Basically, she'd dodge the question.
I don't know what he did for a living, but he always had boatloads of money. I figured he probably had some top-level government job, like doing research for NASA or something and it was all hush-hush. So I didn't ask too many questions. He wasn't married, but sometimes he'd show up at the house with some odd character. One time he brought this lady over who never said a word. He said she was his "friend," but I got the feeling she was more like his "girlfriend." I think she was African or something because she was real dark-skinned. And beautiful. But it was strange because she'd just stare at me and smile. I wasn't scared or anything because she had soft eyes. And maybe she didn't talk because she didn't know English, but still it was kind of creepy.
I'd have to say that my Uncle Press was the coolest guy I'd ever met. That is, until yesterday.
The county semifinal basketball game was last night. You know how important I am to that team. I'm the highest scoring point guard in Stony Brook Junior High history. I'm not bragging; that's just the way it is. So for me to miss that game would have been like Kobe Bryant missing a Lakers playoff game. Okay, maybe I'm not that important, but it would not have been cool for me to bail on that game. Mom and Dad had already left for the gym with Shannon. I had a ton of homework and I knew I'd be fried afterward, so I had to get it done before leaving. I had just enough time to scarf down a banana and some Pop-Tarts, feed Marley, jump on my bike, and blast over to school. At least that was the plan. I can't help but think that if I had done my homework just a little bit faster, or decided not to throw the tennis ball with Marley, or even waited till I got to school to take a leak, none of this would have happened. But it did.
I grabbed my pack, headed for the front door, threw it open and came face to face with...Courtney Chetwynde.
I froze. She froze. It was like somebody hit the pause button on two lives. Except there was nothing static about what was racing through my brain. The crush I had on her dated back to when we were in grade school. She was always so...perfect. But not in that unattainable she's too good for everybody way. She was beautiful and smart and great at sports and she laughed and told jokes. I think that was the key. The fact that she told jokes. Maybe that sounds stupid, but if you tell jokes it shows you're willing to look stupid. And if you've got the whole package going on and still willing to let people laugh at you then, man, what else do you want?
Of course I wasn't the only one who felt this way about Courtney. I was one in a long line of admirers. But she was standing at my front door. Instantly, every synapse in my brain started firing to try and find the perfect, spontaneous thing to say. The first words out of your mouth in a time of crisis can color someone's opinion of you forever. It either shows that you're totally in charge and ready to handle any situation with composure and wit, or that you're a blundering idiot whose mind will freeze at the first sign of pressure. This all flashed through my brain in the few nanoseconds while we were on "pause." Now it was my move. She came to the house, it was my turn to respond. So I hitched my pack up on my shoulder, leaned casually against the doorjamb, gave her a little smile and said: "Yo."
Yo??? That's not even a real word! Nobody says "Yo" unless they're impersonating Sylvester Stallone, which I was definitely not doing. I was all set for the smile to drop off her face in crushing disappointment as she turned and left without saying a word. Instead, she bit her lower lip (which meant she was thinking) and said:
That was good. "Hi" isn't much higher up on the cool scale than "Yo." I was back in the game. It was time to start playing.
"What's up?" I said.
Okay, maybe I wasn't ready to play just yet. It was easier to lob the ball back into her court. It was then that I noticed something weird. Courtney looked nervous. Not out of her mind scared or anything, but a little bit uncomfortable. My confidence soared. She was just as tense as I was. That was good.
"I know you've got to get to the game and all, I don't want to make you late," she said with a little embarrassed smile.
What game? Oh, right, the county semifinal. Somehow it had slipped my mind.
"I've got plenty of time," I lied casually. "C'mon in."
I was recovering nicely. As she walked past me to come inside I got that faint hint of rose fragrance. It took every ounce of willpower not to do a huge-old sucking inhale to try and grab every ounce of that wonderful smell. That would have been dumb and this was definitely not the time to do something dumb because Courtney was now inside my home. She was on my turf. I closed the door behind her and we were alone.
I had no idea what to do next. Courtney turned to me and I made contact with those amazing gray eyes. My knees went soft. I prayed she didn't notice.
"I wasn't sure if I should come here," she said tentatively.
"I'm glad you did," I shot back with perfect timing. I kept the ball in her court, yet still managed to make her feel at ease. I was on fire.
"I'm not really sure why I picked now to come. Maybe it was to wish you good luck in the game. But I think it's more than that."
"Really?" Perfect comeback.
"I'm not exactly sure how to say this, Bobby, but since we were kids, I've had this...feeling about you."
Feeling? Feeling is good, unless she feels like I'm an ax murderer or something.
"Oh?" I shot back. Noncommittal, nonaggressive, perfect.
"Man, I feel like such a geek saying this." She broke eye contact. I was losing her. I didn't want her to chicken out so the best thing I could do was throw her a bone.
"Courtney, there are a lot of words that come to mind when I think of you, but 'geek' is definitely not one of them."
She looked back to me and smiled. We were back on track.
"I'm not really sure how to say this, so I'll just say it. There's something about you, Bobby. I know you're a brain and a jock and popular and all, but it's more than that. You've got this, like, I don't know, this aura thing going on. People trust you. They like you. And it's not like you're trying to show off or anything. Maybe that's part of it. You don't act like you think you're better than everybody else. You're just this really good guy" -- she paused before going on, then the bombshell -- "who I've had this incredible crush on since fourth grade."
Nothing in my wildest fantasy could have prepared me for that. I was speechless. I hoped my mouth wasn't hanging open in stupefied shock.
"I'm not really sure why I'm telling you this now," she went on. "But I have this weird feeling that if I didn't, I might never get the chance again. And I wanted to tell you how I felt...and do this."
That's when it happened. The kiss. She stepped forward, hesitated a second to see if I'd stop her, (yeah right, like there was danger of that happening), and we kissed. I won't rehash the details, but suffice it to say I was a happy guy. It was the most amazing thirty seconds of my life.
It was the thirty-first second when it all came crashing down.
My eyes were closed, but I could see a whole future full of Courtney and Courtney's kisses. I don't know if it's possible to kiss and smile at the same time, but if it is, I did. And then I opened my eyes, and it was over.
Uncle Press was standing there! Where did he come from? I pulled away from Courtney so fast that she still had her eyes closed. Actually, she looked kind of goofy for a second like she was kissing air, but she recovered fast and believe me, I didn't laugh.
"Uncle Press! Hi!" I probably should have said, "Yo!" that's how stupid I felt. I'm not sure why, either. We weren't doing anything wrong. We were just kissing. Granted, it was the big-league kiss of all time, but it was still just a kiss. Once Courtney realized what was happening, she went from zero to full-tilt embarrassed. She wanted to be anywhere but there, and I wanted to be there with her. She backed toward the door.
"I...uh...I better go," she stammered.
"No, don't go." I didn't want to take the heat alone, but Uncle Press had other things on his mind.
"Yes. You should go." Short, blunt, simple as that. Something about the way he said it made a red flag go up in my head. This didn't sound like Uncle Press. Normally he's the kind of guy who would think catching his nephew macking was pretty funny. In fact, that's exactly what happened when he caught me making out with Nancy Kilgore on the back porch. He just laughed. I was embarrassed as hell, but he got a real charge out of it. He'd bring it up every once in a while, just to jazz me. But not in front of anybody else, which made it okay. This time was different though. This time he wasn't laughing.
"Good luck tonight. I'll be cheering," said Courtney as she took a step...and walked square into the door. Ouch. Uncle Press leaned over and opened it for her. She gave him a quick, embarrassed nod of thanks, then shot me a look with the slightest hint of a sly smile. Then she was gone. Uncle Press closed the door and looked at me.
"I'm sorry, Bobby, but I need your help. I want you to come with me."
Again, this didn't sound like Uncle Press. He was a loose kind of guy. My guess was he was in his fifties, but he didn't act like a geezer. He was always goofing around, never seemed to take things all that seriously. But tonight, he was dead serious. In fact, it almost seemed as if he looked a little...scared.
"But, I got a game. County semis. I'm already late."
"You didn't seem too concerned about that a few seconds ago," he shot back.
Good point. But I really was late, and it was a big game.
"Mom and Dad are already there with Shannon. If I don't show up -- "
"They'll understand. I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think it was more important than a basketball game...or kissing that beautiful girl who just left."
I was prepared to argue on that last point, but man, he was acting pretty intense. It was weird. Then, as if he were reading my mind he said, "Bobby, you've known me all your life. Have you ever seen me like this?"
I didn't need to answer. Something was definitely up.
"Then you know how serious this is," he said with absolute finality.
I didn't know what to do. At that very minute there was a team waiting for me to help them win a county title. Not to mention a family, friends, and an almost-girlfriend who would be expecting me to trot out onto the court. But standing in front of me was a guy who was my own flesh and blood who needed my help. Uncle Press did a lot for me as I was growing up and never asked for a single thing in return. Until now. How could I turn him down?
"You promise to explain things to my coach, Mom and Dad, and Courtney Chetwynde?"
Uncle Press actually gave a small smile, just like he used to, and said, "They'll understand."
I tried to think of any other reason why I shouldn't go with him, but came up empty. So with a sigh I said, "All right then, let's go."
Instantly Uncle Press opened the front door. I shrugged and started out.
"You won't need that bag," he said, referring to my pack. I'm not sure why, but that sounded strange, and a touch ominous.
"What's this all about Uncle Press?"
If he had answered the question truthfully, I would have run upstairs to my room and hid under the bed. But he didn't. All he said was, "You'll find out."
He was my uncle. I trusted the guy. So I let my pack fall to the floor and headed for the door. Uncle Press didn't follow right away. I looked back and saw that he was looking around the house. Maybe I imagined this, but he seemed a little sad, as if this was the last time he was going to be here. After a few seconds he said, "You love this place, don't you? And your family?"
"Well...yeah. Of course," I answered. What a dumb question.
He took one more wistful look around, then turned to face me. The sad look was gone. In its place was the determined look of a guy who had business elsewhere.
"Let's go," he said.
He walked past me and headed down the front walk to the street. Uncle Press always dressed the same way, in jeans, boots, and a dark brown work shirt. Over this he wore a long, tan, leather coat that reached down to his knees. It flapped in the wind as he walked. I'd seen that look many times before, but for some reason, this time it gave him the air of someone for whom time has stood still. In another time and place he could have been a dusty cowboy striding into town, or a military emissary carrying vital documents. Uncle Press was indeed a unique character.
Parked in front of my house was the sweetest looking motorcycle I ever saw. It looked like one of those multicolored Matchbox racers that I had played with not too long ago. But this bike was very big and very real. Uncle Press always did things in style. He grabbed the extra helmet from the seat and tossed it to me. I buckled up and he did the same. He then gunned the engine and I was surprised to hear that it wasn't very loud. I was expecting some growling, gut-churning hog sound. But this bike was almost quiet. It sounded like, well, a rocket that's about to ignite. I hopped on the seat behind him and he glanced back to me.
"Ready?" he asked.
"No," I replied honestly.
"Good. I'd be surprised if you were," he shot back. He then kicked the bike into gear, hit the gas, and the two of us flew down the quiet, suburban street that had been my home for fourteen years.
I hope I'll see it again someday.
Copyright © 2002 by D. J. MacHale
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D.J. MacHale is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Pendragon series and the Morpheus Road series. He has written, directed and produced many television series and movies for young people that have been seen on Nickelodeon, The Disney Channel, HBO, Showtime, PBS, Discovery Kids, and the broadcast networks. D.J. lives with his family in Southern California.
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The Merchant of Death is a great beggining to a wonderful series. I would recommend this book to anyone who likes amazing, funny, absorbing stories. I am currently reading the 6th book in the series. Since I read The Merchant of Death I have not been able to put the series down. I will be sad when the series is over. The story is brilliant. You will love the characters, along with everything else about the Merchant of Death and the rest of the series. I would highly recommend this over Stephenie Meyer's over rated Twilight series.
Pendragon: Merchant of Death, by D.J. Machale, is a book all people will absolutely love. Fourteen year old Bobby Pendragon has finally kissed his crush, Courtney Chetwynde. Then, he gets taken out of his world and lands smack in the middle of a revolution. Get this, it's not even his universe let alone his world. The beautiful Courtney Chetwynde and nerdy Mark Dimond read of his journey, while Bobby and Loor battle against the evil Saint Dane. Other mysterious things happen to Bobby while he's away, and Bobby doesn't expect it. Machale has outdone himself. This book is every thing you need to start off a series. I highly recommend this book, because you can relate to the characters. I relate to the shy, nerdy Mark Dimond. This book is a great way to spend your time.
I LOVE THIS BOOK. It's amazing and the most thrilling book I've ever read. It's tied with enders game for my fav book. READ IT. I think the enders game I recomedned is the 1st if not just read the first.
i ended up read'in this book in 2 days i think i have a fever i dont usually read books anyway you'll be hooked on for lif ewith this series of twist and surprises!!!!
Being the first book of ten, “The Merchant of Death” was a great start to the Pendragon series. Throughout the plot, the author employs suspense and humor very wisely to craft a wonderful rhythm that lasts from start to finish. The protagonist of the story, Bobby Pendragon, starts out with exceedingly child-like qualities yet slowly matures as the plot thickens. He becomes much more adult-like in his actions, questions, and attitude towards things that occur in the story. Another important character, referred to as Press, is a much more mysterious figure. Press appears to have all the answers to the questions appearing in the book. It gets kind of frustrating whenever he is asked because he mostly gives replies that add to the readers’ questions. He is portrayed as a man who knows much more than the leading character and it is confusing at first as to why the author didn’t just make him the main character. However, if the book is compared to the famous Sherlock Holmes series and how the the stories are always told through Dr. Watson’s [never-knowing] point of view instead of Holmes’ point of view simply because the stories would be dull and uninteresting if the main character knew all the answers. “The Merchant of Death” takes place in one of the ‘territories’ of the universe called Denduron. The entire series appears to describe the ‘turning points’ or controversial moments that can either become good and lead a territory to prosperity or turn bad and completely annihilate a territory. Bobby Pendragon is sent there as part of a mission to help Denduron’s turning point pass successfully. For a start to what appears to be a long series, I think ‘The Merchant of Death’ is a great, action-packed, suspense-filled read that is entertaining and I would personally recommend it to anyone.
i love this book! its sooo different from any of the other books i have read. it takes you 2 a completely diferent world and is full of comedy, adventure, suspense and some mystery! i was completely absorbed from the very beginning!
I have gone threw many of the reviews now you could get turned away or hooked. But trust me you should try it. Because you could end up loving this book more then anything else! But yes I loved this book and the other 7 books (Soon to be 8) I can barely wait for the next book. So take a chance!
This book was a fun read. While I couldnt put it down, it...had it's faults. "The Merchant of Death" focused on a 14 year old boy named Bobby Pendragon. The novel follows his journey upon finding out he is a "Traveler" or a person who can travel to different territories, aka alternative dimensions. The aspect of the traveler concept was really interesting. I wiki'ed it before I read it and it was dangerously confusing. But once you read everything it's slowed down much simpler to understand. There were things I loved about this book. But there were many things I thought could have been left out entirely to make the story's prose much smoother. I'd rather highlight the strengths and weaknesses separately, so you can make you own decision about whether this may or may not interest you. What I liked: I liked Bobby. Hell, I liked many of the major and supporting characters. Uncle Press, Loor and Osa were my standout favorites, but Bobby's best friend and crush Courtney were cool to. There was a certain level of diversity to the characters that made them all different and mesh well together. Bobby was an athlete, but he was more clever than anything. He didnt have much knowledge to what a traveler was, but he made his own talents work for him. He was relatable. He's not good at much, but he used what he was good at to make situations work for him, and he knew when to ask for help. Those were his more relatable traits. I really liked the two main female characters Loor and Courtney. At times I though they were a little too tough for their own good, but it was nice to see the girls werent the damsels in distress. Loor, who was from Zadaa, got a majority of all action scenes. Not a big deal? Uh I think so. She was a dark skinned, gorgeous, in shape black girl. She was Zadaa-n but in Bobby's territory(Which is known as Second Earth) she would have been considered Black. She was a little mean, but her upbringing probably didnt have time to feel sorry for the weak. She had her reason to dislike Bobby, and he recognized them. I liked their tension, and I hope to see more in the future for the duo! What I really liked was that she was treated like a human being. She had a lot of "strong black woman" traits, but she was still worthy of protection and defending when needed be. We need to see more of this with our women of color in books. The world building is cool. I loved it, but the narration is a little off. Being a traveler is a really interesting thing to be. To be able to travel to different worlds reminds me a little of Kingdom Hearts. This is a compliment, as Kingdom Hearts is my favorite video game series of all times. Travelers have a certain obligation to the territories to help the worlds at their peak of suffering to get a better idea of what they do. The pacing works for the story, but again, while i'll go into better detail on the cons of this review, the narration is off. The backstory is well formatting into the story so not to get lost. The traveler aspect is unique :) And there's a lot of conflict, in and out of worlds. At first I wasnt sure about the title, but about 300 pages in, the title wholeheartedly matched the plot of the book. I loved the unique names going around though Loor was my favorite! What I didnt connect with: THE PROSE! Bobby's entire narration were journal entries as he told the events of his journey to his friends. It was absolutely terrible!Even though his point of view is clear and he spoke how I imagine most 14 year olds to talk, it came off as juvenile. Narration is supposed to, at best, give a level of maturity to the protagonist. Bobby always came off as too excited. There were too many exclamation points here, to many there, that it made him come off as happy, when he may not have been. There is a 3rd person narrative when it is not being told from him narrative, which was a bit more polished, but the writing style was horrendous. This not an insult to to author. In fact, upon researching him, he created and penned for many of the tv shows that shaped my childhood. But I cant believe an editor came to the conclusion this was an acceptable way to tell the story. I didnt slow down at all, as it isnt confusing, it just comes off as "telling" versus "showing." The fat shaming. That has to go. There was a female monarch named Kagan who had her own faulty reputation. But the way Bobby fat shamed her was unacceptable. I cant imagine being an overweight kid and reading this. I would have no self confidence. There were times when the author empowered Black girls, but shamed girls who werent exactly size 2's. So Im not sure how to feel about that. While I did mention I got a decent description of many of the main characters, the only character I didnt get was the one telling them story. What the hell did Bobby look like? If I have to guess from the cover, maybe strawberry blond hair and blue-green eyes? This is confusing because on future covers his hair is very dark. Huh? The only sense of his appearance I got was his height. He was significantly shorter than his party. But that was about it. I dont know what research was necessary because it seems rather low to mid-level fantasy. So Im not sure what to say about that. I loved this book. My score may or may not reflect that, but I just bought the sequel!
I am amazed. I honestly never thought that a book would have so much detail in it. I'm not a giant fan of reading, but after I read the first book I couldn't stop. The book has so much detail to the point where you feel like you are in the story and you are apart of the action. I would highly recomend reading it and the story is so good.
This was an amazing book about a 15 year old Bobby Pendragon who is chosen to be a Traveler for no certain reason. In this first adventure Bobby and his Uncle Press take, they travel to Denduron, a village that is separated by poor and rich. The Milago (poor) have to mine up tons of glaze for the Bedoowan. Eventually, a war brakes out, but never even starts because Bobby and Loor (a fellow traveler from Zadaa) blow up the tak mine. The traveler from Denduron is Adler, a Bedoowan knight who is good friend's with Loor.
an extrordinary book that always has a thrill right around the corner and that keeps you on the edge of your seat. it is such a wonderful book full of adventure. i loved how he was a normal boy and then his life was turned upside down. it is a well written book that makes you want to read the other books in the series.
This series is in my top 5 favorite book series. D.J. Machale has done a fantastic job with all 10 books. I got so excited when i found the last 2 books at my library, finally being able to finish the series after 5 years. Its compleletly out of this world. Literally. Its definitly worth the money and the 5 years wait i had. I cannot suggest a better book to read than this one. Whether youre in middle school, high school or out of school, this will keep your interest all the way to the end of the series. Its perfect for all ages, if a elementary schooler can read Harry Potter, then they can read this.
A story for a child, young adult, or anyone with an active imagination to get swept up in. It didn't take more than a second from putting down the first book to pick up the second. A great premise with memorable characters; if you have a place in your life for your own fantasy world, then read this book.
This book is AWESOME!!. There is no doubt about it, this book is headed for the stars. DJ MacHale is a wonderful author, with just the right amount of suspense, plot and wonderful characters. I read it in a day!
all the pendragon books rule!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! am waiting for the 7 book to come out i finnish the 6 book the rivir of zadda is allsome
I loved this book it has a good plot and it keeps you wanting to read it. The other books ad more characters every book and keep it interesting. I really hate Saint Dane!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I an a 12 year old and am in the 7th grade.
ONe of the best series of book I have read. I have read them all so far and I recommend them to everyone. Very interesting and I love all the characters. I can't wait till the series is finished.
This book was smartly made, I have to say. Even though it was hard to get into, it started to make more sense. This book was really really good!
Wow I loved this book! I've read other ones but yet i keep on thinkin of this one!!! Love it if you havent read it ...you should!!!!
I read the first three pendragon books in 4 days. These books have got it all: a truly evil bad guy, plenty of adventure, suspense, and danger, and a main character who's doing his best to keep it together as much as he can. These are really really good books. I can't wait to read the rest of the series.
I liked 'The Merchant of Death' because it really makes you want to read more about the characters and the adventures thay have. DJ MacHale creates a wonderful world and great characters to inhabit it. The book has a lot of intrigue and close calls and surprises revealed at the end. The adventure is written in journal form which really makes it seem real,and there is so much adventure that you will be on the edge of your seat and you will not be able to put the book down. READ THIS BOOK!
This book was AWESOME! MacHale, the author of it, must be full of creativity, and imagination to be able to create a whole different, world, dimension, and time, with adventure, all packed into 372 pages. High praises going through the roof for D.G. MacHale! Signed, A Reader
This book is awesome. It has a lot of action and so many twists. If you think you'll find a better book you are wrong. Buy it, you won't regret it!!!
This book was so good, that as soon as I finished it, I went online and ordered the rest of the series! It's so exciting....the action never stops! It's just as good as Harry Potter to me.
DEAR READER This was the most excellent book i've ever read. The details,action,everything,drew me into this book! I couldn't put it down.I hope you'll read this book and enjoy it!