The Merchant of Death (Pendragon Series #1)

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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 ...

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Overview

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 popular fantasy time-travel series makes a smooth transition to audio with Dufris at the helm, using his upbeat delivery and believable teen rhythms to keep listeners enthralled. Bobby Pendragon, 14, thinks he's a pretty normal kid, worried about his next basketball game and his almost-girlfriend. But then Uncle Press changes everything by telling Bobby that he is a Traveler, capable of transporting through time via magical flumes. This first trip sends him to Denduron, a medieval realm in the middle of a revolution. Bobby's challenges there are dangerous and many, and he keeps his best friend at home (on "Second Earth"), Mark, apprised of his adventures with mystically relayed letters. Fans of the books will want to hear Dufris's gripping interpretation; newcomers will quickly get hooked. In addition to this recording, Brilliance has simultaneously released Pendragon titles two through six, just in time for summer listening. Ages 10-14. (June) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
School Library Journal
Gr 5-8-TV writer D.J. MacHale's adventure novel (Aladdin, 2002) about teen jock Bobby Pendragon turned world savior morphs into a fairly respectable audio production, thanks to actor William Dufris's charmingly boyish reading. In the first book of a projected quartet, Bobby loves his life as a typical suburban 14 year old, except for his annoying ability to move between worlds and travel through a "flume" hidden deep in the bowels of a South Bronx subway to the alternate universe of Denduron, land of three suns. Bobby's frantic letters from Denduron back to his two friends reveal a reluctant hero struggling with a mission thrust upon him by unseen forces. The predictable plot and two-dimensional characters are rescued from mediocrity by Dufris (the original voice of TV's Bob the Builder) who does a good job with the snappy dialogue. Although predictable, the action-packed adventure would be perfect for reluctant readers or those who need their fantasy based partly on Earth.-Celeste Steward, Alameda County Library, Fremont, CA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743437318
  • Publisher: Aladdin
  • Publication date: 9/1/2002
  • Series: Pendragon Series , #1
  • Edition description: First Aladdin Paperbacks Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 96,332
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Lexile: 660L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.12 (w) x 7.62 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

D.J. MacHale

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


By D. J. MacHale

Aladdin

Copyright © 2002 D. J. MacHale
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780743437318

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:

"Hi."

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.

"Hi, Bobby."

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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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2009

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    Amazing Story

    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.

    9 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 24, 2010

    It Takes me Away

    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.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 31, 2010

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    Amazing

    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.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2006

    AMAZING!

    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!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 7, 2006

    woah!!!!!!

    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!!!!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 31, 2013

    Being the first book of ten, ¿The Merchant of Death¿ was a great

    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.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 11, 2010

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    PENDRAGON is a very different from other books (in a good way)

    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!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 21, 2008

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    Disgusting

    These books sound very good, but I can never get past the first little bit of it! Come on D.J. Michael, this is supposed to be a children's book! Hello, come on, can't you get a better beginning than that!?! Well anyway, because of the disgusting beginning of these books I will never read them!

    2 out of 24 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Tiny

    Tiny is a nick name.)) She strolls in. "Life is BOOOOORING!!!!"

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Ivy

    I stroll in wearing black jeans, a crimson tank top and black cropped jacket. "Hello. I am sooooo bored." I roll my hazel eyes and lean on the wall in the doorway.

    1 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 10, 2013

    Mr. Anarchy

    THE BEST BOOK EVER!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    SINGLE 16 YEAR OLD GIRL AT.....

    301 RESULT FIVE!!!!!! NAME: CLAIRE AGE: 16 FOR MORE INFO GO 301 RESULT 5!!!!!!!!!

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted February 7, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 9, 2013

    I am amazed. I honestly never thought that a book would have so

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 9, 2011

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    Great action and adventure

    I can most definitely see how this book caters to boys. It's practically filled with action from cover to cover, and Bobby as the main narrator does a good job to keep you interested. I still have to say, I find him hard to like. He's a bit arrogant and cocky, and at times stupidity seems to come into his head and he makes the wrong decisions when the right ones are necessary (and life saving). However I can't help but also be caught up in the story. I suppose the way he narrates it was good and engaging enough to keep my attention.

    I do like the concept and the idea of this book. It was interesting and very different from what I'm used to reading. The concept actually reminds me of the television show Sliders (of course with obvious differences) which is one of the main reasons why I thought this book was good. Some chapters also take place on "Second Earth" (supposedly where we live) and features Courtney (Bobby's girlfriend) and Mark (Bobby's nerdy but very reliable friend). They're two typical sidekicks to the story but it adds more substance to the plot and goes to show you how the fantasy element works in the book. It's also a nice secondary storyline and gives you an insight on what happens when Bobby is away from home. Life goes on on Second Earth but I'm sure questions will be raised when Bobby and his family have extended their absence for a very long time.

    Although I like the action in the book, there just seems to be something missing. I liked it but felt that I did not enjoy it as much. Although the characters are well thought out they just did not have any "feel" to them and were like wooden puppets. Except for Bobby (obviously, as he's the main character). It would help if there's more substance and depth to the supporting cast as well.

    I'd say give this book a go if you want an action packed read without anything too complex. The worlds are well written, the fantasy element is different, and I'm going to be picking up the second one for sure. There's lots of unanswered questions (like the whereabouts of Bobby's parents) that I want to know the answers to.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 4, 2011

    A captivating story that definitely leaves the reader thirsting for the sequels.

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 20, 2006

    One of the best, headed for fame

    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!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 11, 2005

    WOW!

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2006

    Awsomeness!!!!!!!!!

    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.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2006

    allsome

    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

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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