The Never War by D.J. Machale (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Never War by D.J. Machale The third and fourth installments in the "New York Times" bestselling epic series featuring 14-year-old Bobby Pendragon, who travels through space and time, are now available in these special hardcover editions. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The third installment in an epic series of adventures First Earth Fourteen-year-old Bobby Pendragon is a loyal friend, sports star, devoted pet owner -- and Traveler. Along with his uncle Press, Bobby has visited the alternate dimension of Denduron and participated in a civil war. Hes also waded through the endangered underwater territory of Cloral. Now Bobby once again finds himself thrust beyond the boundaries of time and space into a place that seems somewhat familiar: First Earth. Bobby and the Traveler from Cloral -- Spader -- have flumed to New York City, 1937. Against a backdrop of gangsters, swing music, and the distant sound of a brewing war, the two must uncover the evil Saint Danes newest plot. But is Bobby ready for the difficult choices ahead? Author Biography 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. Long Description The third installment in an epic series of adventures First Earth Fourteen-year-old Bobby Pendragon is a loyal friend, sports star, devoted pet owner -- and Traveler. Along with his uncle Press, Bobby has visited the alternate dimension of Denduron and participated in a civil war. Hes also waded through the endangered underwater territory of Cloral. Now Bobby once again finds himself thrust beyond the boundaries of time and space into a place that seems somewhat familiar: First Earth.Bobby and the Traveler from Cloral -- Spader -- have flumed to New York City, 1937. Against a backdrop of gangsters, swing music, and the distant sound of a brewing war, the two must uncover the evil Saint Danes newest plot. But is Bobby ready for the difficult choices ahead? Excerpt from Book Chapter 1: First Earth Thats where I am. First Earth. Veelox was a misdirection. Spader and I flumed to Veelox, but found the action wasnt there. It was here on First Earth. Where is First Earth? The better question is, when is First Earth? Im in New York City and its 1937. March of 1937 to be exact. To be really exact, its March 11 of 1937. Im writing this on my birthday. Heres a weird thought: If Im in 1937 and its my birthday, did I still turn fifteen? Kind of freaky, no? Ill begin this new journal by telling you I stumbled into the most bizarro, confusing, dangerous situation yet. But then again, havent I said that before? Let me give you a little taste of what happened in only the first few minutes since I got here.... Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me! The way things are going, I know what I want for my fifteenth birthday...the chance to have a sixteenth. When Spader and I flumed in from Veelox, I had no idea of what "First Earth" meant. Since Im from Second Earth, I could only guess that First Earth was sometime in the Earths past. But how far past? For all I knew we were fluming back to a time when quigs were dinosaurs and wed be on the run from hungry, yellow-eyed raptors. I was totally relieved to find that when we landed at the gate, it was the exact same rocky room that I had been through many times before. Yes, we had arrived at the gate off the subway tunnel in the Bronx, New York. Phew. At least there were no T-rexes or Neanderthals waiting for us. That was the good news. Bad news was that we werent alone. As soon as the flume dropped us off, I saw two guys standing there, facing us. They wore old-fashioned gray suits, like Clark Kent wears in the old Superman show on TV Land. Actually, a better analogy is that these guys were dressed like the bad guys from that old show, because thats what they were. Bad guys. Very bad guys. They wore wide-brimmed hats that were pulled down low and had white handkerchiefs around their noses and mouths like banditos. Theres only one word to describe these dudes. Gangsters. Their eyes looked wide and scared. No big surprise. They had just seen Spader and me drop out of nowhere in an explosion of light and music. They seemed totally stunned, which was good because there was one other detail I havent mentioned.... They were both holding machine guns that were aimed at the flume -- and at us. "Down!" I yelled at Spader. The two of us jumped to opposite sides of the flume just as the gangsters started shooting. I crouched in a ball, totally unprotected as the deadly clatter from their rapid-fire guns echoed off the rocky walls. I thought for sure Id get hit, but after a few seconds the shooting stopped, and I was still intact. I was afraid to move and even more afraid to look over and see if Spader was okay. The sharp explosions fell off to a distant echo that bounced around the cavelike room. My ears were ringing and the chemical smell of gunpowder burned my nose. I figured this was what it must be like to be in a war. "Get up!" one of the gangsters ordered. "Hands in the air!" I cautiously looked over to Spader and saw that he was okay. We stood slowly and raised our hands. The gangsters held their guns on us. I didnt know why. It wasnt like we had weapons of our own. The second gangster kept glancing nervously between the two of us. He looked almost as scared as we were. Almost. "Th-They from Mars?" he asked his buddy nervously. Under less terrifying circumstances, I would have laughed. It must have looked like we had just landed from outer space. Not only did we flash in through a storm of light, we were still dressed in our bright blue swimskins from Cloral. For a second I thought about pulling a huge bluff and chanting: "Drop your weapons or we will vaporize you with our mind-heat," or something equally sci-fi, but I didnt get the chance. "Dont matter," barked the other gangster. He was definitely the one in charge, but I could tell from his voice that he was a little shaky too. "We done our job," he added. "S-So what about th-them?" the nervous gangster asked. The guy in charge looked us over. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his brain. He didnt exactly seem like a rocket scientist, so they must have been very small wheels. I wondered if they hurt when they turned. "You!" the guy barked at me. "Gimme that ring!" I couldnt believe it. He wanted my Traveler ring! This was serious. You guys know how badly I need that ring. It shows me where the flumes are, and its the only way I can get my journals to you. Without this ring, Im lost. "Its not worth anything," I said in a feeble attempt to talk him out of it. "Dont matter," the gangster snapped back at me. "All I want is proof to show you two are real." "Then take us with you, mates!" said Spader, trying to be friendly. "Were all the proof you need, in the flesh!" "Those aint my orders," he snarled. "Really? What are your orders?" I asked. "Just hand over the ring," the boss commanded. He raised his machine gun to prove he meant business. What could I do? I took off my ring and tossed it to him. He caught it and jammed it into his pocket. "Lets step outside, nice and easy," the guy said. This was good. It meant they werent going to gun us down right that moment. Maybe there was a way out of this after all. The nervous gangster threw the wooden door open, then both stepped aside and motioned with their weapons for us to go through. I looked at Spader. Spader shrugged. We had to play along. With our hands up, we both stepped out of the gate and into the dark subway tunnel. Everything was familiar, so I made a sharp right, knowing it was the way to the abandoned subway station. But the gangster had other things in mind. "No, you dont," he ordered. "Keep walking." We had to walk straight ahead, away from the door. Three steps later we stepped over the rail of the subway track. This was beginning to look bad again. "Stop! Turn around." Oh yeah, this was bad. We were both now standing on the train tracks. "You move, you die," said the first gangster. Yeah, right. We move, we die. If a train comes along, we dont move, we die. Not a lot of wiggle room here. "Where are we, Pendragon?" whispered Spader. His answer came in the form of a far off whistle. We both looked to our right and saw the headlight of a subway train rounding the bend, headed our way, on our track. "What is that thing?" asked Spader nervously. Being from a territory that was covered entirely with water, he had never seen anything like a train before. "That," I said, trying not to let my voice show the fear that was tearing at my gut, "is a pretty big tum-tigger." "Hobey," said Spader in awe. "We just got here and weve already lost." We had been on First Earth for all of two minutes, and we were staring death right in the eye. Welcome home, Bobby Pendragon. Thats a taste of how our adventure on First Earth began. I dont want to get too far ahead because there was a whole lot that happened between the time I finished my last journal, and when we landed here. But I wanted to explain to you how I lost my ring. This is serious because as I write this journal to you, Mark and Courtney, Im not really sure if youre ever going to read it. If I dont get that ring back, Ill never be able to send this to you. The only thing I can do is keep writing, hang on to the journals, and hope that I get the ring back soon. Now, let me rewind to where I finished my last journal and get you guys back up to speed. I spent my last few days on the territory of Cloral in a haze. Wed defeated Saint Dane, but I didnt feel much like celebrating. Thats because Uncle Press was gone, and I kept replaying his last moments over and over in my head. Saint Dane had escaped through a flume and Spader tried to chase him. But a storm of bullets came back at him. Uncle Press realized what was happening, knocked Spader out of the way...and took the bullets himself. He died in my arms. It was the absolute worst moment of my life. The only thing that kept me from totally losing it was that just before he died, he promised me wed be together again. I know this sounds pretty loopy, but I believe him. If being a Traveler has taught me anything, its that nothing is impossible. My eyes have been opened to so many new worlds and levels of existence that the idea of hooking up with Uncle Press again doesnt seem all that far-fetched. Of course, I have no clue how it might happen. Thats because Ive only scratched the surface of knowing all there is to know about being a Traveler. I wish there were an instruction manual I could buy through Amazon.com that would spell out all the rules and regulations. Unfortunately, its not that easy. Ive got to learn things as I go along. And now Ive got to do it without Uncle Press. Welcome to my life as a Traveler, phase two. In those last days on Cloral, I knew what my next move had to be, but I was putting it off because, well, I was scared. Things were different now. I was alone. It was a whole new ballgame and I wasnt sure if I was good enough to play in it. Details ISBN1416936270 Short Title PENDRAGON BK03 NEVER WAR Language English ISBN-10 1416936270 ISBN-13 9781416936275 Media Book Format Hardcover DEWEY FIC Series Number 03 Year 2007 DOI 10.1604/9781416936275 Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2007-04-24 NZ Release Date 2007-04-24 US Release Date 2007-04-24 UK Release Date 2007-04-24 Author D.J. Machale Pages 352 Publisher Aladdin Paperbacks Series Pendragon Publication Date 2007-04-24 Imprint Aladdin Paperbacks Audience Children / Juvenile Audience Age 10-13 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:145117893;

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