Pendragon

Pendragon is about a 14 year old boy, Bobby Pendragon, who is feeling pretty good about him self at 14. Next thing he knows, his mysterious Uncle comes to his house one night, and tells Bobby to come help him save some people. Bobby goes to help his uncle, and gets whisked into a adventure of villans, different worlds, and exciting adventures.

A very good Read!!!!

sounds awesome. my librarian hates me i have to let her cool down, the last time i went to the library i raided the entire teen fiction section, after she cools down though ill get it

Yes the eigth just came out and i'm going to buy it this weekend.

Yes, it is just as good as Eragon or Harry Potter, but it's not known as well. So you might not beable to find it.

i've seen it here and there, i might buy it, but i'm reading a few other books so i might wait a while.

i almost bought pedragon but then my mom said no, then banned me from all fantasy and reading for fun for the rest of my life...

Ouch, sorry for that... (backs away slowly then runs)

ya, my parents are all like "go read" then when i start reading they're like "go unload the dishwasher, or someother chore or somthing" its annoying... and i'm usually at a good part in the book. when i was reading Bartimaeus, it was a school week, and i had to go to school and i couldn't bring the book with me, so school was especially torture during that time. i think my grades were suffering during then, cuz i would do my homework really quickly and not that carefully so that i could go read. yep, that's life.

Unbelievably, yes I did.

Here is the List of the books:

1: The Merchant of Death
2: The Lost City of Faar
3: The Never War
4: The Reality Bug (my favorite)
5: Black Water
6: The Rivers of Zadaa
7: The Quillian Games
8: The Pilgrims of Rayne

And here is a excerpt from the book "the merchant of death"







You ready?" he asked.

"No," was my usual reply. Though honestly, I was. I felt a little like a caveman, but the strange clothes fit me fine. I tied them tight with leather straps the way Uncle Press showed me. The only bad thing was I really wished I could have kept my underwear. There was going to be some major league rash-action going on here and they probably didn't have talcum powder on Denduron.

Uncle Press started dragging the sled toward the light and the entrance of the tunnel. I helped him pull.

"When we get the sled in the snow, hop on and sit in back," he instructed. "If we're lucky we'll be gone before the Quigs wake up."

"What if we're not lucky?" was the obvious next question.

He didn't answer.

We were at the mouth of the cave. Uncle Press looked at me. "Hold on tight," he ordered.

Yeah right, like I planned on waving my hands in the air like on a roller coaster. Give me a break.

We pulled the sled out of the cave and onto the snow. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light, but when I did, the first thing I saw were the ominous looking yellow pointed rocks sticking up out of the snow. I didn't see how these things could be dangerous. Uncle Press motioned silently for me to get in. He then went to the back and started pushing. For a clunky looking prehistoric bobsled, it moved pretty smoothly. I counted twelve yellow stones in all, spread out over several yards. We glided closer to them with almost no sound. Uncle Press winked at me and put a finger to his lips as a reminder to be quiet. After a few more yards, we were right in the middle of them. That's when we started to pick up speed. The slope was growing steeper. Suddenly, I wasn't worried about the Quigs anymore. We were about to set sail down a steep, craggy, boulder-strewn snowy mountain on a rickety piece of wood that was held together by leather straps. Compared to that, how horrible could some two-foot-tall stones be?
I was about to find out.

We were nearly out of the field of yellow stones, when right in front of us the snow started to shake. There was only one stone left, but one was enough. Suddenly, the snow cracked and the yellow, pointed stone started to rise up. But it wasn't a pointed stone at all. This was a spike made of bone that stuck out of the back of the most hideous beast I had ever seen. It looked like a huge, pre-historic dirty-gray grizzly bear. But its head was giant, with fangs like a wild boar. Upper and lower. Spiky-sharp. Its paws were oversized too, with claws the size of piano keys. Sharp piano keys.

Uncle Press maneuvered the sled around the Quig and ran while he pushed, trying to get more speed.

"Get the spear!" he shouted.

The beast reared up on its hind legs and let out a horrifying bellow that I thought would wake the dead. Or at least wake the other Quigs. And that's exactly what happened. Behind us, the snow around the other yellow spikes started to boil. The rest of the Quigs were waking up.
"Bobby move!"

I snapped back to my senses and dove forward to grab one of the spears. We were moving faster now, bouncing over the snow. It was tough to keep my balance. I stayed low and leaned over the side to try and untie one of the two spears.

"Hurry please," came from the back. He was calm, but insistent. I turned to look and saw that there were now a dozen Quigs behind us, shaking off the snow.

I shouldn't have looked. The trouble was I had almost finished untying the spear and just as I looked back, the sled hit a bump. Before I realized what was happening, the spear worked itself loose and fell off! I tried to grab it but it was too late. It clattered to the snow, just out of my reach.

Gone.

I can also bring in more excerpts from the other books if you want them.

john jacob aster is my hero, but his wife madaline i feal bad for i meen thats like really sad she had to leave him. oh and cool excerpt!

Whoda Thunk?

HEY REMEMBER ME!!!!! probably not * turns around slowly and starts crying* welll yeah i read the Pendragon series and i am almost done with the nineth...good book