The Paladin Prophecy (The Paladin Prophecy Series #1)

The Paladin Prophecy (The Paladin Prophecy Series #1)

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by Mark Frost

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Readers of I Am Number Four, The Maze Runner, and Legend will love this exciting new adventure series by the co-creator of the groundbreaking television show Twin Peaks, with its unique combination of mystery, heart-pounding action, and the supernatural.

Will West is careful to live life under the radar. At his parents' insistence, he's…  See more details below


Readers of I Am Number Four, The Maze Runner, and Legend will love this exciting new adventure series by the co-creator of the groundbreaking television show Twin Peaks, with its unique combination of mystery, heart-pounding action, and the supernatural.

Will West is careful to live life under the radar. At his parents' insistence, he's made sure to get mediocre grades and to stay in the middle of the pack on his cross-country team. Then Will slips up, accidentally scoring off the charts on a nationwide exam.

Now Will is being courted by an exclusive prep school . . . and followed by men driving black sedans. When Will suddenly loses his parents, he must flee to the school. There he begins to explore all that he's capable of--physical and mental feats that should be impossible--and learns that his abilities are connected to a struggle between titanic forces that has lasted for millennia.

Editorial Reviews

His parents told him to be conscientiously mediocre, but Will West fouled up: He aced a nationwide exam that gave him a free ticket to a prestigious prep school, but his off the charts score also earned him a stubborn stalker contingent: He finds himself followed by mysterious men in a black sedan. Mark Frost's Paladin Prophecy launch hides some of its secrets in plain sight and incites excitement at every turn. Now in trade paperback and NOOK Book.

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Random House Children's Books
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Paladin Prophecy Series , #1
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3 MB
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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I couldn’t see his face.

He was running along a mountain trail. Running desperately. Pursued by black grasping shadows that were little more than holes in the air, but there was no mistaking their intention. The boy was in unspeakable danger and he needed my help.

I opened my eyes.

Curtains fluttered at the dark window. Freezing air whispered through a crack in the frame, but I was drenched in sweat, my heart pounding.

Just a dream? No. I had no idea who this boy was. He appeared to be about my age. But I knew this much with iron certainty:

He was real, and he was headed my way.


The importance of an orderly mind . . .

Will West began each day with that thought, even before he opened his eyes. When he did open them, the same words greeted him on a banner across his bedroom wall:


In capital letters a foot high. Rule #1 on Dad’s List of Rules to Live By. That’s how crucial his father considered this piece of advice. Remembering it was one thing. Following Rule #1, with a mind as hot-wired as Will’s, wasn’t nearly as easy. But wasn’t that why Dad had put it on top of his list, and on Will’s wall, in the first place?

Will rolled out of bed and stretched. Flicked on his iPhone:

7:01. He punched up the calendar and scanned his schedule. Tuesday, November 7:

• Morning roadwork with the cross-country team
• Day forty-seven of sophomore year
• Afternoon roadwork with the cross-country team

Nice. Two runs sandwiching seven hours of Novocain for the brain. Will took a greedy breath and scratched his fingers vigorously through his unruly bed head. Tuesday, November 7, shaped up as a vanilla, cookie-cutter day. Not one major stress clouding the horizon.

So why do I feel like I’m about to face a firing squad?

He triple-racked his brain but couldn’t find a reason. As he threw on his sweats, the room lit up with a bright, cheerful sunrise. Southern California’s most tangible asset: the best weather in the world. Will opened the curtains and looked out at the Topa Topa Mountains rising beyond the backyard.

Wow. The mountains were cloaked with snow from the early winter storm that had blown through the night before. Backlit by the early-morning sun, they were sharper and cleaner than high-def. He heard familiar birdsong and saw the little white- breasted blackbird touch down on a branch outside his window. Tilting its head, curious and fearless, it peered in at him as it had every morning for the last few days. Even the birds were feeling it.

So I’m fine. It’s all good.

But if that was how he really felt, then what had stirred up this queasy cocktail of impending doom? The hangover from a forgotten nightmare?

An unruly thought elbowed its way into his mind: This storm brought more than snow.

What? No idea what that meant—wait, had he dreamt about snow? Something about running? The silvery dream fragment faded before Will could grab it.

Whatever. Enough of this noise. Time to stonewall this funk-u-phoria. Will drove through the rest of his morning routine and skipped downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen working on her second coffee. With reading glasses on a lanyard around her thick black hair, she was tapping her phone, organizing her day.

Will grabbed a power shake from the fridge. “Our bird’s back,” he said.

“Hmm. People-watching again,” she said. She put down her phone and wrapped her arms around him. Mom never passed up a good hug. One of those committed huggers for whom, in the moment, nothing else mattered. Not even Will’s mortification when she clinch-locked him in public.

“Busy day?” he asked.

“Crazy. Like stupid crazy. You?”

“The usual. Have a good one. Later, Moms.”

“Later, Will-bear. Love you.” She jangled her silver bracelets and got back to her phone as Will headed for the door. “Always and forever.”

“Love you, too.”

Later, and not much later, how he would wish that he’d stopped, gone back, held on to her, and never let go.

Will reached the base of their front steps and shook out his legs. Sucked in that first bracing hit of clean, cold morning air and exhaled a frosty billow, ready to run. It was his favorite part of the day . . . and then that droopy dreadful gloom crept all over him again.


“Good to be alive,” he said, without much conviction. Damn. Right now #17 felt like the lamest rule on Dad’s list.

He could blame some obvious physical gripes. It was forty-eight degrees and damp. His muscles creaked from yesterday’s weight training. A night of slippery dreams had left him short on sleep. I’m just out of whack. That’s all. I always feel better once I hit the road.


Will hit the stopwatch app on his phone and sprang into a trot. His Asics Hypers lightly slapped the pavement.

1.4 miles to the coffee shop: target time, seven minutes.

He gave #18 a try.

Starting with Mom and Dad. All the kids he knew ripped their parents 24/7, but Will never piled on. For good reason: Will West had won the parent lottery. They were smart, fair, and honest, not like the phonies who preached values, then slummed like delinquents when their kids weren’t around. They cared about his feelings, always considered his point of view, but never rolled over when he tested the limits. Their rules were clear and balanced between lenient and protective, leaving him enough space to push for independence while always feeling safe.

Yeah, they have their strong points.

On the other hand: They were odd and secretive and perpetually broke and moved around like Bedouins every eighteen months. Which made it impossible for him to make friends or feel connected to any place they ever lived. But, hey, what do you need a peer group for when your parents are your only friends? So what if that messed him up massively for the rest of his life? He might get over it, someday. After decades of therapy and a barge full of antidepressants.

There. Blessings counted. Always works like a charm, thought Will dryly.

Will had shaken off the morning chill by the end of the second block. Blood pumping, his endorphins perked up his nervous system as the Valley stirred to life around him. He quieted his mind and opened his senses, the way his parents had taught him. Took in the smoky tang of wild sage and the oxygen-rich air of the orchards lining the East End roads, wet and shiny from the rain. A dog barked; a car started. Miles to the west, through the gap in the hills, he glimpsed a cobalt-blue strip of the Pacific catching the first beams of sunrise.

Good to be alive. He could almost believe it now.

Will cruised toward town, down lanes of rambling ranch houses, grouped closer together as he moved along. After only five months here, he liked Ojai more than anywhere they’d ever lived. The small-town atmosphere  and country lifestyle felt comfortable and easy, a refuge from the hassles of big-city life. The town was nestled in a high, lush valley sheltered by coastal mountains, with narrow passes the only way in on either end. The original inhabitants, the Chumash people, had named it Ojai: the Valley of the Moon. After hundreds of years of calling Ojai home, the Chumash had been driven out by “civilization” in less than a decade. Tell the Chumash about “refuge.”

Will knew that his family would move on from this nearly perfect place, too. They always did. As much as he liked the Ojai Valley, he’d learned the hard way not to get attached to places or people—

A black sedan glided across the intersection a block ahead. Tinted glass on the side windows. He couldn’t see the driver.

They’re looking for an address they can’t find, Will thought. Then he wondered how he knew that.

A faint marimba ring sounded. He slipped the phone from his pocket and saw Dad’s first text of the day: HOW’S YOUR TIME?

Will smiled. Dad with his Caps Lock on again. Will had tried to explain texting etiquette to him about fifty times: “It’s like you’re SHOUTING!”

“But I am shouting,” Dad had said. “I’M WAY OVER HERE!”

Will texted back: how’s the conference? how’s San Fran? He could text while running. He could text while riding down a circular staircase on a unicycle—

Will pulled up short even before he heard the rasp of rubber on wet pavement. A dark mass slid into his peripheral vision.

The black sedan. Shrouded by exhaust, throttle rumbling in idle, dead ahead of him. A late model four-door, some plain domestic brand he didn’t recognize. Odd: no logos, trim, or identifying marks. Anywhere. A front license plate—generic, not California issue—with a small US flag tucked in one corner. But that was no civil service car pool engine under the hood. It sounded like a hillbilly NASCAR rocket.

He couldn’t see anyone behind the black glass—and remembered: tinting windshields this dark was illegal—but he knew someone inside was looking at him. Will’s focus narrowed, sounds faded. Time stopped.

Then a marimba broke the silence. Another text from Dad: RUN, WILL.

Without looking up, Will slipped his hoodie over his head and waved a faint apology at the windshield. He held up the phone, shaking it slightly as if to say, My bad. Clueless teenager here.

Will thumbed on the camera and casually snapped a picture of the back of the sedan. He slipped the phone into his pocket and eased back into his stride.

Make it look like you’re just running, not running away, Will thought. And don’t look back.

He trotted on, listening for the throaty engine. The car tached up and peeled off behind him, turning left and heading away.

Then Will heard someone say, “Fits the description. Possible visual contact.”

Okay, how did that voice get in his head? And whose voice was it?

The driver, came the answer. He’s talking on a radio. He’s talking about you.

Will’s heart thumped hard. With his conditioning, he had a resting pulse of fifty-two. It never hit triple digits until he was into his second mile. Right now it was north of a hundred.

First question: Did Dad just tell me to RUN (from San Francisco?!) because he wants me to stay on pace for my target time, or because somehow he knows that car is bad news—

Then he heard the sedan a block away, stomping through its gearbox, accelerating rapidly. Tires screamed: They were coming back.

Will cut into an unpaved alley. Behind him the sedan burst back onto the street he’d just left. Before the car reached the alley, Will veered right, hopped a fence, and jammed through a backyard littered with the wreckage of Halloween decorations. He vaulted over a chain-link fence into a narrow concrete run along the side of the house—

—and then, damn, a vicious blunt head burst out of a dog door to his right; a square snarling muzzle shot after him. He leaped onto the gate at the end of the run and scrambled over, just as the beast hurled its body into the fence, jaws snapping.

Half a block away, he heard the twin-hemi yowl as the car raced to the next corner. Will paused at the edge of the yard behind a towering hedge and gulped in air. He peeked around the hedge—all clear—then sprinted across the street, over a lawn, and past another house. A wooden fence bounded the rear yard, six feet high. He altered his steps to time his jump, grabbed the top, and leaped over, landing lightly in another alley—three feet from a weary young woman juggling a briefcase, a coffee flask, and her keys near a Volvo. She jolted as if she’d just been Tasered. Her flask hit the ground and rolled, leaking latte.

“Sorry,” said Will.

He crossed the alley and raced through two more yards, the sedan rumbling somewhere nearby all the while. He stopped at the next side street and leaned back against a garage. As his adrenaline powered down, he felt faintly ridiculous. Thoughts and instincts argued in his head, tumbling like sneakers in an empty dryer:

You’re perfectly safe. NO, YOU’RE IN DANGER. It’s just a random car. YOU HEARD WHAT THEY SAID. PAY ATTENTION, FOOL!

Another text from Dad hit the screen: DON’T STOP, WILL. Will motored down open streets through the outskirts of the business district. The team should be waiting at the diner by now. He’d duck inside and call Dad so he could hear his voice. But he realized he could hear it RIGHT NOW. Reminding him of a rule that Dad repeated like a fire drill:


Will pulled up behind a church and peeked around. Two blocks away he saw the team, six guys in sweats outside the diner, RANGERS stitched across their backs. They were gathered around something at the curb he couldn’t see.

He checked the time, and his jaw dropped. No way that could be right: He’d  just covered the 1.4 miles from home, steeplechasing through backyards and fences . . . in five minutes?

Behind him, the snarling engine roared to life. He turned and saw the black car charging straight at him down the alley. Will broke for the diner. The sedan cornered hard behind him, swung around, and skidded to a halt.

Will was already two blocks away. He flipped up his hood, stuck his hands in his sweatshirt, and casually jogged up to the team.

“Whaddup,” he mumbled, trying to keep panic out of his voice.

The team mostly ignored him, as usual. He blended in, keeping his back to the street. They parted enough for him to see what they were looking at.

“Check it out, dude,” said Rick Schaeffer.

A badass tricked-out hot rod sat at the curb. It was like nothing Will had ever seen before, a matte black Prowler slung long and low on a custom chassis, with a slanted front grille and wheels gleaming with chrome. Bumpers jammed out in front like Popeye’s forearms. The manifolds of a monster V-8 burst out of the hood, oozing latent power. Baroque, steam-punk lines, crafted with sharp, finely etched venting, lined the body. The car looked both vintage and pristine, weirdly ageless, as if there were countless miles on this clean machine. A stranger’s ride for sure: No local could have kept these hellacious wheels under wraps. It might have come from anywhere. It might have come from the nineteenth century by way of the future.

Will felt eyes find him from behind the diner window. They landed hard, like somebody poking him in the chest with two stiff fingers. He looked up but couldn’t see inside; the sun had just crested the hills behind him, glaring off the glass.

“Don’t touch my ride.”

Will heard the voice in his head and knew it came from whoever was watching. Low, gravelly, spiked with a sharp accent, bristling with menace.

“Don’t touch it!” snapped Will.

Startled, Schaeffer jerked his hand away.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Chris Columbus, director of Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone:
"Mark Frost has created a wonderfully inventive and exciting tale where one exceptional teenager must discover the truth about his family . . . and himself. The mysteries are unexpected and the mythology is impressively original. A remarkably suspenseful ride. I can’t wait for the next installment!"

Booklist, September 15, 2012:
"Frost, screenwriter and cocreator of the innovative TV series Twin Peaks, joins the parade of adult authors trying their hands at YA books with this first in a planned series. Making an assured transition, Frost delivers an addictive Jason Bourne/Pittacus Lore/Harry Potter mash-up. Teen Will West has shaped his life by his father’s “Rules to Live By,” especially number three: “Don’t Draw Attention to Yourself.” Throughout many moves, Will has learned to appear mediocre until one morning, when he learns that he has scored off the charts on a national test and is offered a full scholarship to an exclusive prep school. After receiving a terrifying text from his father, Will flees to the school only to discover that he and his new roommates possess hidden talents and are linked to an ancient struggle for world domination. Nonstop action and a richly layered plot propel a breakneck pace, and if the characters fit a tried-and-true trope, the skillful dialogue and touches of humor make that easy to overlook. A cliff-hanger ending will have readers begging for the sequel."

Alamosa Books, Albuquerque, New Mexico:
"Anybody who loves adventure, thriller, or mystery must have this book! I don’t have the time to reread anymore. But I’ve already made time to read this twice. And I want to give it a third go. This is the best adventure book I have read in years. I can just see Dad’s Rules going viral. Best read the book before the obscure numbered tweets show up!"

Ashley (booknook)'s Reviews on
"This book totally awed me. It’s like Harry Potter school fantasy meets kids-save-the-world Percy Jackson meets mind-blowing 'OH MY GOD I WANT THAT' technology meets the page-turning awe that is Dan Brown conspiracy, history-brought-to-life, secret society. Put it all together and you get this incredibly original story that will suck you in and won’t let you go."

The Book Stall, Chicago
"The Paladin Prophecy blends terror and comedy into one fast-paced, adrenaline-inducing must-read. Readers will stay up into the small hours of the morning to finish, and then the first thing on their minds will be, 'When does the sequel come out?'"

Kirkus Reviews, August 15, 2012:
"New school and new mental powers meet ancient mysteries and ancient war."

Publishers Weekly, July 23, 2012:
"Frost, adult author and Twin Peaks co-creator, makes his YA debut with this densely plotted thriller, first in a trilogy. His story has serious entertainment value and pulls together satisfyingly by book's end, while laying the groundwork for the sequels."

The New York Times, November 11, 2012:
"Mark Frost, a co-creator, with David Lynch, of the seminal 1990s series "Twin Peaks," is no stranger to the art of suspense. It's unsurprising, then, that "The Paladin Prophecy," his first venture into young adult literature (he's written nine books for adults), contains thrills and plot twists in spades... A superhero coming-of-age tale... Heart-pounding... Breakneck pace... This is young adult literature as popcorn blockbuster."

A Kids' Indie Next List Pick, Autumn 2012

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The Paladin Prophecy 4.5 out of 5 based on 2 ratings. 87 reviews.
Candace-LoveyDoveyBooks More than 1 year ago
The Paladin Prophecy rocks the young adult scene with the latest and greatest hero - Will West. Opening with a quiet intensity, Mark Frost adds a humorous plot and deep, endearing cast of characters to a brilliant world of mystery and adventure. Peaceful Southern California sets the stage for the beginning of Will's journey. After spending his life following his Dad's 'Rules to Live By', rules that have kept him unnoticed and under the radar, Will's anonymity is threatened. The results of a test given to students nationwide sheds light on Will's extraordinary mind. Approached by Dr. Robbins, Will is offered a scholarship to a prestigious private academy that could possibly hold the answers to the questions that suddenly arise as his life is thrown into chaos. His parents are compromised and he's chased by men in black caps, proof if he ever wondered why his parents always lived so cautiously during his childhood. Taking a chance on The Center for Integrated Learning is either the worst, or best, choice Will makes. Here he discovers the physical and mental potential his body may have and forges friendships with kids he can finally relate to. The Center also seems to be the place that does grant Will answers to his questions while dredging up many more for consideration. Frost puts Will and his new comrades: Nick, Ajay, Elise and Brooke through the toughest obstacles, but their teen resilience and comedic interludes keep all sane, including the reader! There's a strong connection between reader and the story, even when the plot picks up in action. Frost crafted Will and his friends, in particular, with such skill that it's too hard to believe that they're only fictional characters. Their lives and personalities are so relatable that every reader can find something in them that mirrors their own life. The first title in what is sure to be a thrilling trilogy, The Paladin Prophecy demands attention. Frost gives readers more than just an entertaining novel that mixes ingenious supernatural lore with science-fiction elements. Will West will become part of every day lives and inspire young teens, especially, to explore themselves while reaching out for something more. Frost excels in speaking directly to the younger audience through characterization and hip dialogue, but any age group will enjoy and gain appreciation for The Paladin Prophecy! *I received an ARC via Random Buzzers' Ambuzzador program in exchange for an honest review* Also posted on Lovey Dovey Books
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Gret book super enjoyable and extremely thrilling and for those who want to know its 539 pages in hard cover
BookishGal04 More than 1 year ago
I had a pleasure to start reading Mark Frost’s The Paladin Prophecy over the past two days. I was greeted with a well written, engaging story-line. This book was reminiscent of others within the Young Adult Fiction genre. Much like I am Number Four or Percy Jackson and the Olympians, we have a story that centers on youth who are supposed to save the world. The cover of Paladin is what first intrigued me to take a chance on the book, which coupled with the title promised to at least be an interesting story.  Paladin far exceeded my expectations. We’re introduced to Will, a teen who for his whole life has been on the move. Unlike most parents, his parents pushed him to be mediocre. For most of his life, Will did not understand that, what was the purpose? Why would they hold him back? Some of the answers to those questions comes crashing into his reality and starts him off on a journey where he must make new friends to survive. Who is friend and who is foe? Who can he trust when even his own parents are suspect? If you enjoyed I am Number Four or the Percy Jackson series, you will love Mark Frost’s The Paladin Prophecy. Due to the exemplary writing, and the enjoyment I derived from the book, I am happy to give Paladin 5/5 swords for a job well done. I eagerly await the next novel in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Someone or anyone please tell me when the next book is coming out! PLEASE!!! This book is awesome! What a great story line! THIS IS A MUST READ!
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I lovethis book, I can't wait for the next
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Frost succeeded in putting together a plot with plenty of action, lots of mystery, and the right combination of heroes, villians and stock characters. Add the supernatural element, and I can see this series appealing to children, YA and adults. Each of his 5 main characters has elements that could make this quite an interesting series. The prose was not forced and each chapter worked toward unraveling parts of the mystery. Great first installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I've already read it twice. It's a really good book
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My Wife & I both love the book. So it's for the "young teen" - so it's still a Great Read - Good Characters, lots of fun, lots of twists, and sometimes it seems it will never pause - it moves along in superb page turned fashion. We devour between 5 and 6 books every week, and this one is a great find. Tell Mark Frost to stop all that non-essential activity like eating and sleeping. Tell him to: " write, write, write" - we want the next book NOW ! We LIKE these characters, and their doings. Signed M & MQ
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It really sounds cool.
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The Paladin Prophecy is the first in the book in the The Paladin Prophecy series, written by Mark Frost. Mark Frost is an author who wrote the national and international bestselling novel The List of Seven and a sequel, The Six Messiahs. However, this is the first book that I have read by this wonderful and amazing writer. We are met with our protagonist, Will West, a high school student who lives in California. After scoring unusually high on a general aptitude test, Will is invited to join a private academy, The Center for Integrated Learning. With some amazing abilities, Will is able to look into people’s mind and “push” mental images into their heads, making them see and do what he wants. (Sort of like Professor X in X-Men) He can also run longer distances in a shorter amount of time without a hint of fatigue or weariness. While considering to join the Wisconsin private educational center, he soon notices that a black sedan has begun to fall him around. And at the point of getting a weird and strange text from his parents, Will decides he must run. But as to where, Will can only think of one place. He calls up his recruiter, Dr. Robins and informs her that he will indeed be accepting the invitation and would like to start attending as soon as possible. Jumping into a cab, driven by a guy named Nando, he takes off to the airport for this school. That is where everything breaks loose. Through the rest of the story the action is fast and hard hitting. Mark Frost does an outstanding job forming the characters and their unique personalities, making you feel like you could really be a friend with these sort of people, like you are part of the book. Either you are going to love them or hate them but in the end the character are what make this story come to life. Nick (who is my favorite character), Brooke, Ajay, Elise and Ronnie won’t fail to amaze as the book evolves into the unforgettable tale of adventures and thrills. However it is critical to pay attention to what you are reading at times for Frost plot twist and theme turns are at time confusing, yet excited and bring more detailing to the tale itself. In the end, I really enjoyed this book. I keep forgetting to place a damn book mark in the spot I stop at which wasn’t offend but I still. Guess it is time to start buying book with automatic bookmarks like epubs and mobi. I guess forgetting to bookmark your place just lets you know how much you really enjoying the book that you’re reading. I have read mixed reviews of book two, but I will keep my head up and positive when I read the next one. I think I will fall back on all that I read in this one and rely on that to look forward to.
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Scott Lass Mrs. Ragland English III. 6th  12 Sept. 2014 Book Review: The Paladin Prophecy by Mark Frost This book is called The Paladin Prophecy, and it is a book by Mark Frost a New York Times bestselling author. The first interesting thing about Mark Frost is that he started writing at the age of ten and professionally at the age of fifteen. That is really interesting to be interested in writing at that age. A second interesting thing about him is that he has seventeen Emmy nominations for his show Twin Peaks, and he also received a Golden Globe Award for Twin Peaks also. A third interesting thing about him he wrote the book The Greatest Game Ever Played, which is about the birth of golf in America. He also wrote and produced The Greatest Game Ever Played for Disney. This book is about a kid named Will West he is a fifteen year old sophomore in Ojai Valley. He and his parents have been keeping a low profile since he was born, and they have been moving from place to place so they can stay away from the Knights of Charlemagne. The reason why they want Will is because he is special, and there is certain things he can do but no one else can. People in black sedans capture and brainwash his parents, so Will escapes to a prep school called, “The Center”  that he was invited to. The prep school is located in the cold wintery Mountains of Wisconsin, and it mostly set on the campus. There he learns certain Physical and Mental Abilities that no human could be capable of doing. What he figures out is that the Knights of Charlemagne are there too, and they control a deep dark force called the never was. So he and four other friends Ajay, Brooke, Nick, and Elise with their certain abilities investigate the Night of Charlemagne problem. They find out certain students are a part of the origination, and they are dressing up like knights to kill Will and his friends. The point of this book was to entertain readers. The storyline never rested it was a consent adrenaline rush the whole time. The author is trying to say that teamwork plays a big part in this whole book. Will, Ajay, Nick, Elise, and Brooke both all need to work together to defeat this evil force, and get to know each other. The plot twist close to the end of the book is very exciting, and Will figures out what he really is. Readers will enjoy this book it very exciting, hearts breaking, and gives you adrenaline rush from just reading the book. The readers will love the twisted plot, and they will scary ending of the book. Readers will also fall in love with the characters and the antagonists of the book. Will, Ajay, Brooke, Nick, and Elise are all dynamic characters, and they all change as they all figure out their new abilities. Teenagers will love these books especially teenage boys. Teenage girls will also like this book because they will idolize Elise and Brooke. They are such fun dynamic girls that are different in every way. Before readers read this book, he or she needs to be a good reader before they read this book. The plot in the story is hard to follow because the story goes to fast. Readers should love this book because there is so much action and adventure.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Can't wait until the third book-Hurry Mark Frost!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I couldn't put down this amazing book. Kept my mind racing through the begining to the end. In all great book!
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I was paying attention! I know where that is, she says sceptically
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Btw omc srands for oh my cow Only on page 153 but it us grrrrr8!!!!! Love it love will Also hi stacey i know your on here ~thor
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Must read! Very good read can't wait until I get to start the next book in the series.