The Book of the King (Wormling Series #1)

The Book of the King (Wormling Series #1)

by Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry


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The Book of the King (Wormling Series #1) by Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry

“Nothing special” is the best way to describe Owen Reeder—at least that's what he's been told all his life. When a stranger visits his father's bookstore, Owen's ordinary life spirals out of control and right into a world he didn't even know existed. Owen believes the only gift he possesses is his ability to devour books, but he is about to be forced into a battle that will affect two worlds: his and the unknown world of the Lowlands. Perfect for readers ages 10 to 14 who enjoy a fast-paced story packed with action, fantasy, and humor.

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ISBN-13: 9781414301556
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 10/01/2007
Series: Wormling Series , #1
Pages: 288
Sales rank: 566,598
Product dimensions: 5.30(w) x 7.10(h) x 0.69(d)
Age Range: 10 - 14 Years

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THE WORMLING BOOK I: The Book of the King


Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2007 Jerry B. Jenkins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-0155-6

Chapter One

The Beginning

To tell the story of Owen Reeder-the whole story and not just the parts that tickle the mind and make you laugh from the belly like one who has had too much to drink-we have to go into much unpleasantness.

So if you are faint of heart and can't stand bloody battles and cloaked figures in the darkness and invisible creatures (or visible ones who don't have much of a sense of humor), and if you don't like to cry over a story when someone you love is taken, then perhaps our tale is not for you. But if you'd like to read about a young man with seemingly no future but dreams he can barely hold in his head and about a war between opponents as far apart as east is from west-one side that loves evil and seeks to kill and destroy the hearts of good people and another that wants desperately to free those good people from tyranny and injustice-and about the deepest love the heart can imagine, then we welcome you.

Since this story concerns a young man named Owen and it occurs today in our time, you might think we would begin on some basketball court or in some school hallway, and I suppose we could have begun there, for Owen certainly found himself on many courtsand in many hallways.

But we begin in a world far away, in a castle lit by candles, in darkened stone hallways that echo sadly with memories of a baby's cry and a mother's tender kiss. A man stands on a parapet, which is not two pets but a low stone wall on a balcony meant to keep those foolish enough to stand out there from falling to their deaths. The man is regal, which is to say he has good posture and wears embroidered robes and a crown, so anyone with half a brain can guess who he is. He looks out at his kingdom shrouded in darkness and shudders. Perhaps it is the chill wind coming across the water or the moonless night. Or perhaps he has a cold.

But as the man turns and walks into the inner chamber, there seems to be more wrong than the weather or his health. He silently slips into the hall, alerting guards standing at attention on either side.

"Anything wrong, sire?" one whispers.

"No, I simply have a request." The man speaks quietly, not wishing to wake his wife or any of the nobles in the castle. He imagines their making the discovery in the morning, but for now he focuses on the task and gives simple instructions.

When he is finished, the man steps back inside the chamber and gazes at his sleeping wife. His face contorts, and it appears his heart will burst from some long-held emotion. He leans over the canopied bed and gently kisses the woman. She has an anxious look, even in sleep. The man slips something she will read in the morning under her pillow.

If you were to inch closer in the flickering candlelight, you would see a tear escape the man and fall silently to the bed. The man's gaze sweeps the room, as if this is the last time he will see it, as if he is saying good-bye to the lampstands and the velvet curtains and the map of a huge kingdom mounted in a massive wooden frame.

He walks to a baby's crib in the corner and runs a hand along its dusty coverlet. The man appears to have lost some- thing valuable, to have spent years searching every nook and cranny of his kingdom. He seems to be longing for something from his past.

But what?

If your eyes were to linger on that crib, on the fine wood inlaid with exquisite detail, you would miss the man's instant exit, not through the main door past the two guards but through another passageway, secret and cloaked from view.

The man pads down narrow stone stairs, feeling his way in the dark, reaching for support from the cool walls on either side. You might be scared that a rat would scurry past, but the man walks resolutely, hurrying.

We will not tell you how many levels he descends, but when the air changes to a musty dankness and he feels water on the walls and mud under his feet, his gait slows and he reaches a chamber that looks and feels rarely visited.

He pulls around him a dark curtain fastened to the wall, hiding himself from view. We see no other living being, and the room is totally, blindingly dark, yet it appears the man is hiding. Let us be clear. He is in the bowels of the castle, behind a thick curtain, in total darkness. We hear scurrying and the flap of heavy clothing falling to the earthen floor. Then grunting and something heavy being pulled or pushed from its rightful place and the fluttering of the curtain as a soft breeze enters.

One more sound-a click and the opening of some compartment. Something is removed and placed heavily on a stone, and fabric is tied. We hear more struggling-as if someone is trying to squeeze through a small space-then stone upon stone again.

Inside is still, save for a trickle of water down the wall and the soft whirring of insects inside the stone cracks. But if you were to put your ear to one of those cracks, or if you, like an insect, were to crawl between the stones and reach the chill of the night air, you would hear the soft lapping of water against a shore and the even softer sound of oars rowing away in the darkness.

This man, now in tattered clothes with a heavy blanket over his shoulders, does not look as if he deserves to live in a castle. When he reaches the shore on the other side-and it has been no small feat to row to this distance against the wind-he steers into a small inlet and covers the boat with branches and dead limbs that appear to have been gathered in anticipation of this very trip. The man slings a wrapped pouch over his back and quickly walks away, the food stuffed in his pockets telling us he does not plan to be back for breakfast.

You may ask, if this is such a cloudy, moonless night, how is the man able to navigate the soaked earth and craggy rocks without falling off the sheer cliffs only yards to his left? Has he walked this route in his mind, planning it from the parapet of the castle?

By the time the sun casts crimson shadows, he is at the wood and into the thick trees. A fox scurries to its den with a twitching rabbit hanging from its mouth.

When the sun peeks over the horizon, the man is deep in shadows, adjusting his pack as he glides through white-barked trees as thick as clover. He reaches an ivy-covered wall on the other side of the grove, out of place in the wood. He scans the mountain, taking in its majesty, then reaches to move the ivy to reveal a circular crest bearing the image of a beast, a dragon. To some this would appear to be an entrance, but it is not. It is a barrier, a rock so thick that the man could work a lifetime and not move or dislodge it.

The man places his pack on the ground, unties it, and pulls out a book, the edges of its pages golden, the thick leather cover creaking as he opens it. He runs a hand over a page and the letters carefully inscribed there.

He turns as if he has heard something behind him, then pulls the blanket closer to his face and turns back to the book. As he begins to speak, the words come to life and something magical-and wonderful-happens.


Excerpted from THE WORMLING BOOK I: The Book of the King by JERRY B. JENKINS CHRIS FABRY Copyright © 2007 by Jerry B. Jenkins. Excerpted by permission.
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The Book of the King (Wormling Series #1) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 39 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is an awesome book. I read the whole seires. Its a story that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Its an amazing book. Five stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is one of my favorites. It is about a boy who believes he is nothing special. But one a strange man shows up at his fathers bookstore containing a strange book that captivates owen. Finally when owen gets his hands on this book he realizes that he is worth way more than what he once thought. This is very well written. It is written as a narrator telling this story. This book is meant to be read as a series. I really enjoyed reading these. I believe i have read each of these books ar least five times. I dont normally read jerry b jenkins but these books were supberb. I will not pressure you to read them as some people would. But if you havent read these you are missing a lot. Also i might add that these books added a great deal of characterto my life ( i am thirteen years old female) godd for ages 11+ ( even i could have read them at age 6)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed every page!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book is in 3rd person. Narrated by an all knowing power. There are many sidebars by the narrator that are destracting. The story is a fun fast read. All action is quick and with little detail. The are many wonderful passages from "the book" that if read alone give you great paise for though. At the end you are left caring for the characters enough that you want to read more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My friend read it and said it was awesome. so im gonna try it. cant wait to read!! here goes nothing. omg im sooo exited to read it!!! the wormling. exited would describe me right now
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found these books to be an excellent series for me and my siblings. The first one is my favorite, and I love the creativity shown by the authors. If you like allegorical fiction, then this book is a great choice. I wish there were a map, though.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's not entirely original for a recent work of fiction to contain an allegorical tale of the end times, so we're probably not surprised with  the arrival of the Wormling series. A Christian series, in fact. I fortunately didn't buy these books, but borrowed them to read  and discovered they're quite simply a waste of time. Let me explain. Most of us are probably familiar with The Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, and other classic fantasy based stories. These bringing to light some moral points possibly through some biblical analogy. It seems like that may have been the author(s) plan which unfortunately  got side-tracked as they got caught up in the story they were creating.  Yeah, creating. One thing they never tired of was making up new creatures to do their dirty work, namely, to serve the "baddies" and hurt the "good guys". Hideous creature after hideous creature romp through the pages. Some are barely described and others ignored as you wonder what they look like. A few of the characters on the side of the good fall in this vague place as well, though one is described as having the face of a dog and a rat, thick fur (sheep, dog, whatever?), and hooves of a goat---though not in as many words. Come on! They seemed afraid to copy characters/creatures most of us would be familiar with and made up their own (that Erol was a dwarf/Munchkin/elf/what the heck?! The author(s) apparently made up much of these 5 books as they wrote them and they weren't secure in what they were telling.  The last book is by far the worst: the writers hinting, maybe warning the reader at the coming atrocities, yet reveling in the telling. Okay, I know things are terrible and will be for all evil, especially as written in Revelation, but the disturbing accounts here are appalling.  "And her blood", says the Dragon, "shall anoint my throne!" Page after page we hear the same gory phrase repeated carelessly till it's annoying.  Out-of-place modern analogies only contributed to the jumble of confusion. There was even some bathroom humor thrown in, more than likely to appeal to greater crowds of readers. Yet people call this 'clean!' Toilet jokes are not clean, folks!! This is more than appalling in Christian juvenile fiction and probably just another ploy to sell more of this drivel. Chapters are short, only to keep the story moving---and it does, but only on confusing trips seemingly only meant to fill the pages. This is not intended to be a comparison review but if you want a true Christian fiction fantasy, read The Door Within trilogy. Don't read the Wormling series. And please don't give it to your kids.
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Please read all of Owens adventures, Book of the King,Sword of the Wormling,the Changling,The minions of time, and the Authors Blood.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great for kids & adults!
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MysteryLoverNV More than 1 year ago
What a fun read this was. Getting the rest of the series and can't wait to read them.
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Great book and got it for free. There is no better combo than that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this book with all my heart! I got it on mu nook just to see what it was and when i started reading it before i went to bed one night, i couldnt put it down, and finished it. Words cannot express the feelings i now have for this book. Recommend it for any and everyone who loves to read!!! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If your're the kind of person who gets excited over books with alot of chapters, this is for you! 171 pages! This is an exciting christian book that i couldn't put down.
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Very good book. Interesting story. Ending leaves little to desire as the story abruptly ends leaving the reader questioning what happen.
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christinereed More than 1 year ago
This story starts out strong with a captivating mystery surrounding a boy who grew up over a bookstore, run by his father. He encounters more and more fantastic creatures and has to fight for his life, while clinging to a book given to him by a brave man. Owen loves books, but this book draws him like no other. Eventually, he is drawn into another world and the beginnings of a search for the missing son of a king. While the characters and story are interesting, there is not much resolution in this book. It is obviously meant to be read as part of a series. So, very few of the mysteries surrounding Owen have any answers at the end of the book. It's a good read, though, and enough to keep you interested in Owen's life and what's going to happen to him.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A-w-e-s-o-m-e AWEOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing,can't wait to read the next book!!!!!!!!!!!