The Pilgrims of Rayne (Pendragon Series #8)by D. J. MacHale
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When Bobby Pendragon first arrives on the tropical world of Ibara, he finds paradise. As he works to uncover clues about the turning point this seemingly idyllic territory will soon face, all he can determine is that the people of Ibara are blissfully happy. It's not long before Bobby discovers, however, that they are also blissfully...oblivious.
The leaders of Ibara are keeping a devastating secret from their people, one that gives Saint Dane all the opportunity he needs to launch his final assault on Halla.
While Bobby struggles to learn the truth in time to thwart Saint Dane, Courtney Chetwynde desperately searches for Mark Diamond. On the heels of a shocking tragedy, Mark has disappeared. Worse, he seems to be under Saint Dane's influence. It's up to Courtney to find Mark and stop him from making a grave mistake that could change the future of all existence.
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The future isn't what it used to be.
I know that makes no sense. What else is new? There isn't a whole lot that has made sense since I left home three years ago to try and stop a shape-shifting demon who is bent on destroying all humanity. At least I think it was three years ago. It's hard to tell when you're out of your mind. And space. And time. My name is Bobby Pendragon. I'm a Traveler. The lead Traveler, in fact. The Travelers' job is to stop this guy named Saint Dane from changing the natural destiny of the ten territories of Halla and plunging them into chaos.
Do I have your attention yet? Stick around. It gets worse.
The Travelers' mission is to protect Halla. Halla is everything. The normal and the exceptional, the common and the impossible. Halla is all that ever was and all that will be. I know, sounds like a bad sci-fi movie. I'd think so too if I weren't living it. Every day. When I left home I was an ordinary fourteen-year-old guy whose biggest worry was whether or not Courtney Chetwynde liked me...and if she'd notice the zit that erupted in the middle of my forehead like some third freakin' eye. Now I'm seventeen and the leader of a group that must protect the well-being of eternity. The future is in my hands. The past is in my hands. There's nobody else who can stop Saint Dane.
Kind of makes the whole zit-on-the-forehead thing seem kind of lame, doesn't it?
Why Saint Dane calls himself "Saint" is a mystery to me. He is anything but. He isn't even human. At first I thought he was pure evil, just for evil's sake. But the more I learn about him, the more I realize there's something else that drives him. It's hard to explain because I don't understand it myself, but I've come to think that for some twisted reason, Saint Dane believes what he's doing is right. I know, how can a guy who is pushing societies toward cataclysmic disaster possibly believe what he's doing could be justified? When I find that answer, I'll unravel the entire mystery of what has happened to me. Why was I chosen to be a Traveler? What happened to my family? Where did Saint Dane come from? Why does he have these incredible shape-shifting powers? What did he mean when he said all the Travelers were illusions? (I've lost sleep over that one.) What is this all leading to?
Saint Dane talks about something called the "Convergence." I have no idea what it is, and I'm not entirely sure I want to. But I have to. Is it something Saint Dane is creating or was it destined to happen anyway? No clue. The only thing I know is that it's up to the Travelers to make sure whatever the Convergence is, it won't come out the way Saint Dane wants it to. It's the only way to be sure that Halla will continue to exist the way we know it. The way it was supposed to be.
I write these journals for two reasons. One is to document what has happened to me for the ages. You know, history and all that. A thousand -- no, a million years from now I believe it will be important for people to know what happened. The other reason is to let my best friends from back home know what's going on with me. Mark Dimond and Courtney Chetwynde are the only people from Second Earth who know the truth.
But things have changed. Mark is missing. Worse, I'm afraid he started a chain reaction that caused serious damage throughout Halla. The cultures of the territories are not supposed to be mixed. I've learned that the hard way more than once. Okay, a lot more than once. Territories have their own distinct destinies that must be played out. Mixing the territories creates havoc. Saint Dane likes havoc. He's mixed the territories at every opportunity, and I believe he has gotten Mark to unwittingly help him do it again. At least I hope it's been unwitting. The alternative is unthinkable. I wish I had never gotten my friend involved in all this by sending him my journals.
As for Courtney Chetwynde, she's with me now. Together we've got to find Mark and try to undo the damage. Courtney and I have come a long way since we were childhood rivals. She is my acolyte and she is one of my best friends. Same as with Mark, I wish she weren't involved in any of this. She's been through hell. But we can't look back. We've got to keep moving ahead, which in some ways means looking back. Don't worry, that will make sense as you keep reading. I think.
With Mark missing and Courtney with me, I have no one to send these journals to. But I have to keep writing. For history's sake, as well as my own. Yes, there's a third reason why I write them. They help keep me sane. They allow me to look back and try to make sense of it all. The whole "making sense" part hasn't worked so well, but the keeping me sane part is a good thing.
I don't know who you are, reader, or how my journal ended up in your hands. I hope that you've already seen my earlier journals, because I'm not going to repeat everything that has happened. Those early journals, starting with #1 (duh), contain the whole story. If you haven't seen them, go to the National Bank of Stony Brook in Stony Brook, Connecticut. Second Earth. My hometown. There's a safe-deposit box there registered to Bobby Pendragon. That's where my journals are kept. Find a way to get them and guard them with your life. They contain a story that, when complete, will tell of the events leading up to the destruction or the salvation of all that exists. Of Halla. It's a real page-turner, if I do say so myself.
As I write this, Courtney and I have traveled to Third Earth. Our home world in the year 5010. That's three thousand years in the future from the time when we were born. This is where we hope to find answers. This is where we hope to find Mark. After being here for only a short time, we've quickly discovered a scary fact.
The future isn't what it used to be.
This is where the next chapter in my adventure begins.
And so we go.
Copyright © 2007 by D. J. MacHale
I hope I haven't made a huge mistake by leaving Second Earth with Courtney Chetwynde.
She isn't a Traveler. Only Travelers are supposed to use the flumes -- the highways between territories. I learned that lesson when Mark and Courtney traveled to Eelong on their own. The flume there collapsed, trapping the Travelers Spader and Gunny and killing the Traveler Kasha. Since then I learned that as long as someone uses the flume with a Traveler, nothing bad will happen. At least, nothing bad to the flume. What happens to the future of a territory once a non-Traveler gets there is a whole nother issue. Like I wrote, territories are not supposed to be mixed.
Which is exactly why Saint Dane has been doing it.
He's deliberately brought people and technology and even animals from one territory to another. I don't know if that has been his plan all along, but he's definitely going for it now, and things are getting whacked. When he won Quillan, I'm afraid he tipped the balance of the war for Halla. He's winning. I feel it. It's not that I'm getting desperate, but it's time to level the playing field. Maybe I've waited too long already. Why do the good guys always have to play by the rules while the bad guy does whatever he wants? Where is that written? It's not like I want to start messing with the territories randomly. No way. But if I can gain an advantage over Saint Dane by bringing an element from one territory to another, I'm going to do it.
Right now, that element is Courtney Chetwynde.
Things have gone strange on Second Earth. History has changed. Technology has changed. Whatever caused it has something to do with Saint Dane's plan for our home territory. Courtney is the one person who can help unravel the mystery of what happened. Together we're going to learn the truth and try to make things right. The future of Halla is at stake. The future of Second Earth is at stake.
The future of Mark Dimond is at stake.
Am I making a mistake by bringing her? I don't know. Uncle Press always warned me about mixing the territories, but he isn't here anymore. Is it the right choice? I won't know until the ultimate battle is over and the Travelers have won.
During the journey, Courtney and I floated next to each other on the magical cushion of air that sped us through the flume. We both wore jeans, low hikers, and T-shirts. You know, your basic Second Earth uniform. I had to admit, Courtney never looked better. She'd grown up since I saw her last. I guess we all have. Her incredibly long brown hair was tied back in a practical braid. Her big gray eyes sparkled, reflecting the light from the stars beyond the crystal walls of the flume. I remembered the very first time I saw her. It was at recess the first day of kindergarten. I decided to pick up the dodgeball she had been playing with. She decided to punch me in the head.
"Don't touch my stuff," she scolded, and grabbed the ball back.
I should have been ticked, but something about her playful smile told me she wasn't your typical playground bully. I held back my tears, smiled, and said, "Don't start a fight you can't win." I grabbed the ball and ran away. She took off after me and chased me through the busy playground for the next ten minutes. By the time we stopped, exhausted, we were laughing. That began a love-hate relationship that has lasted to this day. We were always friendly rivals, trying to outdo each other in sports. Sometimes she'd win, other times it would be me. Neither of us really felt superior, but that didn't stop us from trying. The strange thing was that over those years our rivalry turned into serious affection. The night I left home with Uncle Press to become a Traveler, Courtney and I kissed for the first time.
So much had happened since that night. We were different people. As we floated through the flume, I saw it in her eyes -- she was older. But "older" didn't really cover it. We'd both seen things that no kid should have to. No adult, either. The fourteen-year-old kids who kissed that night were long gone. We were the keepers of Halla now.
Courtney explained to me what happened when she followed Mark's instructions and went to the flume in the basement of the Sherwood house. Mark had left his Traveler ring for her. When she saw it, she realized the frightening truth. Mark had jumped into the flume. But where had he gone? And why? Mark no longer wanted to be an acolyte, that much was clear, because he left his ring. The flume wasn't damaged, which meant he'd left with a Traveler. But who? Could it have been Saint Dane? Not knowing what else to do, Courtney put on the ring. The flume sprang to life. Seconds later Saint Dane himself blasted out of the tunnel between territories and added yet another twist to the mystery by revealing a disturbing truth.
He had been with us on Second Earth our entire lives.
"It's so strange," Courtney said as we flew along. "Can you believe Saint Dane was Andy Mitchell from the beginning?"
"Yes," I replied flatly.
"Well, it surprised the hell out of me. He's been watching us our whole lives, Bobby. How creepy is that? He's been setting us up."
"No," I corrected. "He's been setting Mark up."
The cruel truth of what Saint Dane had been doing on Second Earth was finally revealed. Sort of. He became a person named Andy Mitchell, a low-life bully who harassed Mark for years. After I left home to become a Traveler, Andy Mitchell showed Mark another side of his personality. He turned out to be smart. Incredibly smart. He joined Mark's science club, which at first freaked Mark out. Courtney told me how it seemed impossible that a nimrod like Andy could suddenly become brilliant. But Mark believed. Soon the victim was drawn to the tormentor.
"That's how he works," I reminded Courtney. "He pretends to be a friend and lures you into doing things you think are right, but lead to disaster. He takes pride in that. He says that whatever happens isn't his doing. He believes the people of the territories make their own decisions."
"That's so bogus," Courtney snapped. "How can people make their own decisions when he's pushing them the wrong way?"
"Exactly. On Second Earth, he pushed Mark."
Andy Mitchell and Mark worked on a science project they named "Forge." It was a small, plastic ball with a computer-driven skeleton that would change shapes when given verbal commands. They were about to fly to Florida to enter a national science contest when Andy asked Mark to stay behind to help him clean out his uncle's florist shop that had been wrecked in a flood. Mark's parents flew to Florida without them.
Mr. and Mrs. Dimond never made it. Their plane disappeared over the Atlantic. Everyone on board was lost. Saint Dane had a hand in that tragedy. No doubt. He killed Mark's parents.
Courtney continued, "Saving First Earth didn't change things, Bobby. Saint Dane is coming after Second Earth. And Third Earth."
"I figured that."
"Whatever he's planning has to do with Mark," Courtney added. "He said their relationship had entered a whole new phase. What was that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know," I answered honestly. "But I think there's a pretty good clue in what happened next."
Second Earth changed. That's the simple way of putting it. It changed. Saint Dane jumped into the flume and Courtney got pulled in after him. Rather than being swept to another territory, Courtney was dumped right back in the cellar of the Sherwood house, where she'd started. But it wasn't the same place she had left only moments before. Second Earth had changed. Courtney quickly recognized strange differences, mostly to do with technology. She returned home to find a computer that was way more elaborate than anything she'd ever seen, and a robotic talking cat that nearly sent her off the deep end. Kinda freaked me out when I saw it too. We discovered it was manufactured by a company called the Dimond Alpha Digital Organization. DADO. It may have been a coincidence, but the robots on Quillan were called dados. That, along with the fact that the company that made the mechanical cat shared the same name as Mark, meant the coincidences were piling up a little too high to be coincidences anymore.
"I think when you did a boomerang through the flume, the history of Second Earth was changed," I concluded. "And since you were in the flume, you weren't changed along with it. You still remembered what the old Second Earth was like."
"Probably because Saint Dane wanted me to remember."
"Probably," I agreed. "I think Saint Dane used Mark to help create a new technology that is somehow going to lead to the turning point of Second Earth. Killing the Dimonds made Mark emotionally vulnerable. Who knows what Saint Dane told him to get him to leave Second Earth?"
"Still," Courtney countered. "I can't believe Mark would leave Second Earth with that monster, no matter how badly he felt about his parents."
"I know," I said softly.
"We've got to find him," Courtney concluded soberly.
The jumble of sweet musical notes that always accompanied a trip through the flume grew louder and more frequent. We were nearing our destination -- Third Earth. It was where we would start our investigation. Patrick, the Traveler there, would be able to research the incredible computer databases of Earth in the year 5010 to trace how the Dimond Alpha Digital Organization came to be, and what may have happened to Mark. We were about to step into the future to try and piece together the past. But when we hit Third Earth...
Third Earth hit back.
No sooner had my feet touched ground when I got slammed and knocked backward. The next few seconds tumbled together wildly. At first I had no idea what was happening. That is until I felt the hot breath on my face and a searing pain tear through my left forearm. I was being attacked. It only took a few seconds to realize why. It was a quig-dog. The yellow-eyed beastie was on my chest. Its razor teeth gnashed to get at my neck, while its slobber dripped into my eyes.
"Kick it! Kick it!" I shouted, hoping that Courtney wasn't dealing with her own quig.
The beast was strong and had the benefit of surprise. I saw from the corner of my eye that it had slashed open my arm. I wasn't strong enough to stop it. In seconds its teeth would tear into my neck.
Fummm! I heard a familiar, sharp sound. The quig yelped and lurched away. I quickly jumped to my feet, braced for another attack. It didn't come. The vicious devil lay unconscious at the mouth of the flume. I quickly looked around to see Courtney holding a small silver cylinder about the size of a roll of quarters. She held it up like a weapon because, well, it was a weapon. When she had gone to the Sherwood house to meet Mark, she'd brought two canisters of pepper spray with her in case she ran into any quigs. After her roundtrip through the flume, they had transformed into silver canisters that shot out an energy burst like the weapons of Quillan. It was another example of how Second Earth technology had been changed.
"Nice shot," I gasped.
Her eyes were wide. "Was that bad?" she asked with a shaky voice. "Should I have left these stun guns back on Second Earth?"
"Bad?" I exclaimed, gulping air. "If you had, I wouldn't have a neck right now."
"Right," she gasped. "Did I kill it?"
"I wish," I said, nudging it with my toe. The monster didn't budge. "This is good news."
"How's that?" she asked, incredulous.
"If there are quigs here, it means Saint Dane is here. We're in the right place. This territory is hot."
"Should I be happy or scared?"
"Both," I answered.
Courtney looked at my arm and winced. She gently took my hand to get a closer look at the wound. There was a four-inch gash that ran across the top of my forearm. It wasn't deep, but it was bleeding. It hurt, too.
"I'll tie my T-shirt around it until Patrick can get me to a doctor," I said.
Courtney helped me pull off my T-shirt, which wasn't easy since I couldn't use my left arm. She ripped off a strip and tied it around my wound. Satisfied that the bleeding was stopped, she looked at me with a sly smile. "Dude, working out much?"
I was suddenly embarrassed that I didn't have a shirt on.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound flip. "You go through training like Loor put me through and you'd look like this too."
"Uhh, not exactly," Courtney said with a playful wink.
I was feeling all sorts of awkward so I ducked the subject. "Let's get changed."
The first task when arriving on a territory was to change into the proper clothing. There was a pile of clothes at the side of the flume, waiting for us. One of the great things about Third Earth was that the clothes weren't much different from Second Earth. Except for the shoes. I picked out a pair of straight, dark green pants and a white, long-sleeved T-shirt that could have come right from Old Navy. Courtney chose a white pair of pants and a navy blue shirt. We turned our backs for modesty and got changed.
I kept on my boxers, as usual.
My clothes fit perfectly. Courtney's didn't. The shirt was a size too big and the pants were too short. I have no idea why the clothes at the flumes always fit me. Maybe because I am a Traveler. I'm not sure what difference that should make, but I can't think of any other explanation.
"I look like a dweeb," Courtney announced with a frown.
She did, but I wasn't going to agree with her. No way. "You look great!" I meant it too. It didn't matter that her clothes looked like they belonged to somebody else, Courtney was stunning. A stunning dweeb.
The shoes looked like big doughnuts. I picked out a black pair and stuck them on my feet. Instantly they formed themselves around each foot into a perfect, comfortable, sneakerlike fit. Courtney did the same with a white pair.
"Okay, freaky," she said, though she wasn't complaining, because unlike her clothes, her shoes fit.
I went back to the pile of clothes, dug through and quickly found what I was looking for. It was a small, silver panel about the size of a baseball card.
"It's a communicator," I explained to Courtney. "It's how Gunny alerted Patrick the first time I came here."
The one Gunny used had a button on it. This didn't. It looked much sleeker, with a silver touch pad. I wondered if it was another example of how things had changed on the Earth territories. Either way, I hoped it did what it was supposed to. I touched the button. It gave off a quick hum.
"Is that it?" Courtney asked.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully. "I hope so. Let's get out of here."
The route was familiar to me. I led Courtney to the far wall and a wooden door that might have been three thousand years old. I knew this ancient piece of woodwork gave no hint to the modern wonders that lay beyond. I pulled the door open and bright light filled the cavern. With a quick "after you" gesture to Courtney, we stepped outside into the gleaming white subway tunnel of Third Earth. The door closed behind us with a soft click. The only sign that it was there was the star symbol that marked it as a gate to the flume. The subway tunnel was exactly as I remembered it. It was incredibly clean, with shiny white tile walls and two silver monorail tracks about ten feet apart. So far, nothing was different about Third Earth except for the slight change in the communicator. And the quig that nearly ate my Adam's apple.
"This way, before a train comes," I said, and jogged toward the subway station. "This is the exact same station that was abandoned on Second Earth. But with a few changes."
"I remember what you wrote," Courtney assured me.
We quickly found ourselves at the modern subway station of Third Earth. Courtney climbed up to the platform first and then helped me because of my injured arm. It was all pretty much the same as I remembered it. The station was busy with people, but not crowded. We were able to sneak onto the platform without drawing attention. Courtney immediately ran across the platform. I knew exactly what she wanted to see.
On the far side, opposite the tracks, was a railing. Below that railing was a vast, multitiered underground mall that stretched fifty stories beneath us. Some levels were full of shops and offices. Other levels had apartments. All were busy with people, either hurrying about or riding two-wheeled vehicles that sped them silently on their way. Far down below was an indoor lake where people paddled boats and swam. It was a city built entirely underground. This is what Earth had become. Overcrowding and overpopulation had forced cities to expand underground. It was actually a good thing. The surface of the planet was allowed to heal. Pollution was a thing of the past. People learned to respect our natural resources, while utilizing the planet as best they could.
Courtney looked down at this impossible city of the future. I watched her silently as she saw the words in my journal come to life.
"It's just awesome," she gasped.
I scanned the station, trying to collect my thoughts. It looked as if everything had progressed the way it was supposed to. Things didn't look any different from when I had been there before. It was a total relief....
Until something odd caught my eye. It wasn't obvious at first, but after taking it all in for a few minutes, I noticed something that at first seemed impossible. I looked more closely, thinking I had to be wrong. What I saw made no sense. Besides the various passengers in the station, there were dozens of people who worked there. A guy sold newspapers. Another guy sold snacks. There was a subway conductor waiting for the next train and a transit cop walking his beat. A quick look down to the first few levels of the mall below showed me people working in stores, cleaning floors, and polishing shiny railings. There were mail carriers, ticket takers, window cleaners, and a hundred other people doing the various jobs it took to run a subway station and all the retail stores of the elaborate complex.
"What's the matter?" Courtney asked, sensing my tension.
"Look at the workers."
Courtney scanned the subway platform. At first it didn't click for her. Then I saw her react. She gave me a quick, nervous glance, and frowned.
"Am I crazy?" I asked.
"If you are, I am too," she answered. "Everybody looks exactly alike. I mean exactly! Was it like that when you were here before?"
"No, which means I know how it can be. You do too."
Courtney nodded and said the word I didn't want to say myself. "Dados."
"Yeah," I replied. "Third Earth has dados now. Lots of 'em."
"Which means the future isn't what it used to be," Courtney said softly.
"Let's find Patrick." I gently took Courtney's arm and led her to the up escalator. We needed to see the rest of Third Earth.
The new Third Earth.
Copyright © 2007 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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Bobby Pendragon's next territory in Halla is called Ibara. Ibara is a tropical paradise. It's sunny, warm, colorful, and the perfect place to go on vacation.
Seeing as this is Saint Dane's next targeted territory, Bobby figures there's more to this utopia than meets the eye.
After conversing with the Ibara inhabitants, Bobby realizes that everyone is very happy with the way they live, but later finds out that if you do not go by what the government (aka the tribunal) rules, you and your family will disappear.
There is a secret in Ibara that the leaders are not telling everyone. A secret that involves Ibara's past, other territories, and an opportunity for Saint Dane to conquer another territory.
While Bobby faces troubles his acolytes, Courtney and Mark, read his journals intently. When Mark's parents die in a plane accident, he disappears, leaving Courtney to wonder where he went. Uncovering clues to Mark's whereabouts, Courtney is faced with two realities. One- Mark is being manipulated by Saint Dane. And two- Mark has created a new technology that could compromise all of Halla.
Being the eighth book in a series of ten, I knew this installment would turn everything up a notch. It does not disappoint! This book has twists that will make you hold your eyes open in the dead of night and say, "One more chapter!"
This is one of the book that I read from the Pendragon series. This book is a good book to read for fun. I would recommend this book to a freind. The book has a lot of chapters, also leaves you wanting more, and its also makes you think that it should be turned into a movie like the Harry Potter series which is made into movies. I would like to read all of the books of the Pendragon series from book one to book ten. First of all this book has a lot of chapters which makes it a fair book because it is also a small book unlike the Harry Potter series. The book mostly faces around more characters and their adventure. The main character is Pendragon and he meets many people along his adventure. The whole chapter revolves back and fourth from one of the character's adventure to the next character. That is the reason why the chapters are long and might see only one chapter has the same character and their adventure. After you finish one of the book of the Pendragon series hopefully not book ten which happens to be the last book, you will want to continue to read to see what happens, and how the story continues. There are ten books in total and each book is different which is how it makes someone someone want to read some of the books to all of the books in the series. I am also experiencing the same thing but I have to read other books to complete assignments over the summer. Hopefully you have the same thing but with others books or things. I am waiting for book nine and ten, because I read the eighth book and it was really a big turn in the entire story. Finally this series is a good series because its long and fascinating. Just like the Harry Potter series it was fascinating and long, and that was one of the thing that readers might have enjoyed from it, which could have also been the reason it was turned into a movie. If this was actually turned into a movie it would be a good movie to see like the Harry Potter series. If you like this book you should read other books by D.J. MacHale. In other words, this book is a good book to read. This book is long unlike short books which to me I don't enjoy becuase you can read them and finish the book withing a few hours and feel left out of what you just read. Also, if you read the first book of the series you will want to read the rest and see how the heroes save Halla and help the Travelers in other territories. It would be amazing to turn the series into a movie and it will be a good, exciting, and thrilling movie. You should try the books in the recommendation, and try other books by D.J. Machale.
Short Summary In the eight book of the Pendragon Bobby follows Saint Dane to Ibara to stop the turning point from going the wrong way. Right off the bat he was a criminal because this peaceful tropical island didn't allow outsiders. As time went by he began to learn that the tribunal was keeping the past of the island a secret as well as what could possibly be beyond their island. Bobby joins the Jakills, a group o rebels, and they go on a mission to explore what could be in the open sea. To do this they stole a ship and then sailed into the open towards land that they knew about from a map. During all this Bobby finds out that he is actually on the world of Veelox hundreds of years in the future. When they came to land Bobby told them that they were actually at Rubic City. While there, Bobby discovers an army of dados and Saint Dane's plot to destroy the pilgrimage, the people of Ibara were going to repopulate Veelox. Bobby and his friend, Siry, returned too late and could not stop the dadas from destroying the rest of the ships that set sail for the rest of Veelox. However, Bobby mixed the territories to stop Saint Dane and his army from completely wiping out the people on the island. Bobby and the people on Ibara won but it could have cost Bobby Halla because by uncovering the tak once more, the people of Denduron could go back to war. To add to this, Bobby destroyed the flume on Ibara so that Saint Dane and him could be able to finish their fight once and for all. However, at the very end the reader finds out that Bobby has once again done everything that Saint Dane wanted him to do. Literary Devices One of the literary devices that MacHale uses in his book is dramatic irony. He uses this at the very end to inform his readers to show that Bobby made a colossal mistake when he mixed the territories. Another device the author is repetition when he constantly tells Courtney, throughout the book, to "find Mark" and stop him from introducing his Forge technology to First Earth. This displays the urgency of which this task must be completed. The repetition also makes the reader remember what the author is trying to get across or say. MacHale also uses situational irony is his book to make the story more interesting with a shocking and ironic truth that one would not expect. This is displayed when the reader, as well as Bobby, finds out that the world/territory of Ibara is actually the future of Veelox, a territory that Bobby had lost on earlier. Best Part of the Book The best part of the book was when Bobby goes to the different territories to collect different tools that he will use in the upcoming battle with Saint Dane and his dados. This part made me feel like Bobby had a chance now and was going to beat the dados and win Ibara and hopefully Halla. I think that this part was the most exciting part and it kept me reading until I found out what territory Bobby would go to next and what he take from there to use against Saint Dane's army. Worst Part of the Book The worst part of the book was the very end when the readers find out that everything Bobby has done has played right into Saint Dane's hands. This part is not the worst because of how it was written but actually because it provoked depressing feeling and sadness in the reader. MacHale makes it seem as if the war for Halla is finally over and that Bobby has won when in reality he might have just lost it. MacHale builds on the feelings of victory and then s
The Pilgrims of Rayne by D.J. Machale has turned out to be my favorite book in my favorite series! When reading this book I felt that every page was another adventure. This book is called fantasy. It should be adventure, mystery, humorous, and fantasy! In this book the main character, Bobby Pendragon, is going between the territories of Halla to stop a person who wants all of the territories to go into complete chaos. Halla is everything there is or ever will be. The territories are different planets in Halla. This time Bobbie’s adventures bring him to the territory of Rayne. In this territory there is a peaceful village that is ruled by three people. There is also a group of kids who think that the three people are keeping secrets from them. In the rest of the book you figure out the secrets and find out about an outlaw group called Flighters. My favorite type of book is magic and adventure and this book is the definition of that! This book has kept me up for hours at night reading. The author has done a great job, I am reading the last book in the series and the end can’t come soon enough! It gave me the feeling that I was there battling with Bobby every step of his adventure. This book was amazing for me. Those of you who like adventure and fiction would love this book just as I have, and be prepared for a wild ride. This is not the only book in the Pendragon series. There are (that I know of) nine others just as amazing books in this series! Also I think that this book is like Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson series! But to enjoy this book to the fullest you have to be at least 10 to get some of the jokes and words. But if you do fit these specifications you would love The Pilgrims of Rayne.
Guilty, I'm in the middle of this book right now but I just have to gush about books 1-7 as well as this one. Yes, these books are written for a younger audience, but so was Harry Potter and that has captured the imaginations of adults as well as the target audience. The great thing about MacHale's books is that the fact it's been written in first person (the majority of the book) The style allows the readers to travel alongside Bobby. Bobby Pendragon is also a relatable character. Granted I've never gone through what he has to but I find myself wondering if I could do what he's destined to do. And of course there are the teenage issues that Bobby can't escape, no matter what world he's on. We were all teenagers once so the older readers know where Bobby's coming from. These books are also a puzzle. Not only do you get the chance to learn and figure out Saint Dane's plan throughout each book, finding out information as Bobby does, but you have to try and solve the overall puzzle that is all the books. That is Halla, as Bobby would tell you. It keeps the reader involved from page one of book one to the last page of the last book, when all the pieces fall into place. I guess you could say you become Mark or Courtney through reading the books,'journals' biting your nails with the both of them. It's an original way of protraying a story and the good guy doesn't always win, or play by the rules. It's definatly a must for any age.
The stakes get higher in this installment. I was surprised to see things keep escalating with Mark back home. If that bothers you with Mark, just keep reading. It gets way better. I love how MacHale brings nearly every climate to the different worlds (jungle, tropical, ocean, etc.) You see how each world is different and especially how Bobby starts to see that his whole mission is bigger than he thinks
Very good and surprising
I can't put them down I love them sooo much!!!!!
Everything aout the ending is amazing. Saint Dane is the awesomest character in the entire series. You can hate me now.
Totally. Awesome. 8th book in one of the best series ever! I highly reccomend it to anyone who likes Aja Killian.
Read this book.
Pretty sweet this is the 8th book I've read so far so make sure to read this!!!!!!!
Ive been reading for years and like this series
Love love love this. Cant stop reading this amazing book series <3
Has a great twist!! I love these books. -Lacrosse Girl
This book is very creative. It is full of changing plots, action, and moral dilemmas. It is a must-read if you like the Pendragon series.