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But is Bobby ready for the difficult choices ahead? Book Excerpt Chapter 1: First Earth Thatâs w I am. First Earth. Veelox was a misdirection. Spader and I flumed to Veelox, but found the wasnât t. It was on First Earth. W is First Earth? The better question is, when is First Earth? Iâm in York City and itâs 1937. March of 1937 to be ex. To be rey ex, itâs March 11 of 1937. Iâm writing this on my birthday. âs a weird thought: If Iâm in 1937 and itâs my birthday, did I still turn fifteen? Kind of freaky, no? Iâll begin this journal by telling you I stumbled into the most bizarro, confusing, dangerous situation yet. But then again, havenât I said that before? Let me give you a little taste of what happened in the first few minutes since I got â¦. 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 k what I want for my fifteenth birthdayâ¦the to have a sixteenth. When Spader and I flumed in from Veelox, I had no idea of what First Earthâ meant. Since Iâm from Second Earth, I could guess that First Earth was sometime in the Earthâs past. But how far past? For I k we were fluming back to a time when quigs were dinosaurs and weâd be on the run from hungry, yellow-eyed raptors. I was toty relieved to find that when we landed at the gate, it was the ex same rocky room that I had been through many times before. Yes, we had arrived at the gate the subway tunnel in the Bronx, York. Phew. At least t were no T-rexes or Neanderthals waiting for us. That was the good s. Bad s was that we werenât alone. As as the flume dropped us , I saw two guys standing t, facing us. They wore old-fashioned gray suits, like Clark Kent wears in the old Superman show on TV Land. uy, a better analogy is that these guys were dressed like the bad guys from that old show, because thatâs 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. Tâs 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 in an explosion of light and music. They seemed toty stunned, which was good because t was one other detail I havenât mentionedâ¦. They were both holding machine guns that were aimed at the flume â and at us. Down!â 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 b, toty unprotected as the deadly clatter from their rapid-fire guns echoed the rocky ws. I thought for sure Iâd hit, but after a few seconds the shooting ped, and I was still int. I was afraid to move and even more afraid to look over and see if Spader was okay. The sharp explosions fell 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. up!â one of the gangsters ordered. Hands in the air!â 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 didnât k why. It wasnât 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?â 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 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,â or something equy sci-fi, but I didnât the . Donât matter,â 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,â he added. S-So what about th-them?â the nervous gangster asked. The guy in charge looked us over. I could almost hear the wheels turning in his brain. He didnât exly seem like a rocket scientist, so they must have been very sm wheels. I dered if they hurt when they turned. You!â the guy barked at me. Gimme that ring!â I couldnât believe it. He wanted my Traveler ring! This was . You guys k how badly I need that ring. It shows me w the flumes are, and itâs the way I can my journals to you. Without this ring, Iâm lost. Itâs not worth anything,â I said in a feeble attempt to talk him out of it. Donât matter,â the gangster snapped back at me. I want is proof to show you two are real.â Then take us with you, mates!â said Spader, trying to be ly. Weâre the proof you need, in the flesh!â Those ainât my orders,â he snarled. Rey? What are your orders?â I asked. Just hand over the ring,â the commanded. He raised his machine gun to prove he meant business. What could I do? I took my ring and tossed it to him. He caught it and jammed it into his pocket. Letâs step outside, nice and easy,â the guy said. This was good. It meant they werenât going to gun us down right that moment. Maybe t was a way out of this after . The nervous gangster threw the wooden door , 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, king it was the way to the abandoned subway station. But the gangster had other things in mind. No, you donât,â he ordered. Keep walking.â 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. ! Turn around.â Oh yeah, this was bad. We were both standing on the train tracks. You move, you die,â said the first gangster. Yeah, right. We move, we die. If a train comes along, we donât move, we die. Not a lot of wiggle room . W are we, Pendragon?â whispered Spader. His answer came in the of a far 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?â asked Spader nervously. Being from a territory that was covered entirely with water, he had seen anything like a train before. That,â I said, trying not to let my voice show the fear that was tearing at my gut, is a pretty big tum-tigger.â Hobey,â said Spader in awe. We just got and weâve already lost.â We had been on First Earth for of two minutes, and we were staring death right in the eye. Welcome , Bobby Pendragon. Thatâs a taste of how our adventure on First Earth began. I donât want to too far ahead because t was a whole lot that happened between the time I finished my last journal, and when we landed . But I wanted to explain to you how I lost my ring. This is because as I write this journal to you, Mark and Courtney, Iâm not rey sure if youâre ever going to read it. If I donât that ring back, Iâll be able to send this to you. The thing I can do is keep writing, hang on to the journals, and hope that I the ring back . , let me rewind to w I finished my last journal and you guys back up to speed. I spent my last few days on the territory of Cloral in a haze. Weâd defeated Saint Dane, but I didnât feel much like celebrating. Thatâs 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 wayâ¦and took the bullets himself. He died in my arms. It was the absolute worst moment of my . The thing that kept me from toty losing it was that just before he died, he d me weâd be toher again. I k this sounds pretty loopy, but I believe him. If being a Traveler has taught me anything, itâs that nothing is impossible. My eyes have been ed to so many worlds and levels of existence that the idea of hooking up with Uncle Press again doesnât seem that far-fetched. Of course, I have no clue how it might happen. Thatâs because Iâve scratched the surface of king t is to k about being a Traveler. I wish t were an instruction manual I could through Amazon.com that would spell out the rules and regulations. Unfortunately, itâs not that easy. Iâve got to learn things as I go along. And Iâve got to do it without Uncle Press. Welcome to my as a Traveler, phase two. In those last days on Cloral, I k what my next move had to be, but I was putting it because, well, I was scared. Things were different . I was alone. It was a whole bgame and I wasnât sure if I was good enough to play in it. When Saint Dane flumed out of Cloral, he was headed for a territory ced Veelox. I k I had to follow him, but the idea of going after him alone was about as appealing as setting my hair on fire. things being equal, I think Iâd rather have set my hair on fire. So I made a decision that I hope I donât regret. I asked Vo Spader to go with me. Donât me wrong, Spader is a guy. Heâs the Traveler from Cloral, after . He saved my more than once; heâs an incredible athlete; heâs about as brave as can be; and most importantly, heâs my . So why should I be worried about asking him to come with me? Itâs because his total, blind hatred of Saint Dane is dangerous. Saint Dane caused the death of his father and for that, Spader wants revenge. Big time. Hey, I donât blame him. But t were a few times on Cloral w Spader got so completely wrapped up in Saint Dane-hating that he nearly got us killed. Truth be told, Spaderâs anger toward Saint Dane is one of the reasons Uncle Press is dead. Since then, Spader d me he would control himself, and his anger. I can hope that when we come face-to-face with the demon again, and I we will, Spader ât do anything stupid. These were some of the conflicted thoughts that were banging around inside my head as I finished my last journal. Hobey-ho, Pendragon,â Spader said as he strode into my apartment the morning of our departure. Spader had almond-shaped eyes that looked sort of Asian. They turned up slightly and made him look as if he were always smiling. The truth was, most of the time he was smilingâ¦when he wasnât obsessing over Saint Dane, that is. His long black hair was still wet, which meant he had been in the water. Spader spent a lot of time in the water, playing cop with the boats and barges that came and went from Grion. He loved his job, and his t. At least he loved it before he found out he was a Traveler. Things had changed a little since then. Itâs time,â I said. For what?â was his quick response. Cloral is safe. Uncle Press is gone. And Iâm as ready as Iâll ever be to go after Saint Dane.â Spader gave me a devilish smile. youâre talking, mate! Iâve been waiting to hear those words for weeks! What if the trailâs gone cold?â I donât think thatâs possible,â I answered. Uncle Press always said that time between territories isnât relative.â Spader frowned. You lost me.â I had to laugh. This didnât make a whole lot of sense to me either, but I had to trust Uncle Press. Look at it this way,â I explained. Saint Dane flumed to Veelox a few weeks ago, but since then he may have spent five years t. Or a minute.â Iâm toty lost,â Spader said in frustration. Bottom line is, weâre not too late,â I said. It doesnât matter when we go after him, because the flume will put us w we need to be, when we need to be t.â O-kay,â said Spader tentatively. Iâll trust you on that.â Iâd already said good-bye to our s on Grion, and Iâd sent my last journal to you. I had explained the importance of journals to Spader and he had already started his own. The person he chose to send them to on Cloral for safekeeping was Wu Yenza. She was the chief aquaneer and Spaderâs . He couldnât have picked a better person. I took a last look around my apartment. Then we went down to the docks, loaded our air globes and water sleds onto a skimmer boat, and left Grion for the flume. Spader was the expert, so he drove. As we shot across the water I looked back at the giant, floating farm habitat of Grion, dering if Iâd ever see it again. I liked Cloral. T were times when I uy had fun on that territory. It gave me hope that being a Traveler didnât mean I always had to live in a state of fear and confusion. the question was, what lay ahead of us? Pretty much a state of fear and confusion. . we go again. The trip to the flume was cake. We anchored the skimmer near the reef, popped on the air globes that owed us to breathe underwater, triggered the water sleds, and quickly sank below the surface. We didnât run into any shark quigs either. I think that once Saint Dane is finished with a territory, the quigs no longer patrol the gates. Still, I wasnât taking any s. As we sped through the water being pulled by the sleds, I kept glancing back to make sure nothing nasty was sneaking up on us to try and a nibble. I didnât relax until we shot under the shelf of rock that led to the gate. Following the glow from my ring, we quickly found the wide circle of light that led up and into the cavern that held the flume. Moments later we were standing toher in the cavern, staring up at the dark flume tunnel that was cut into the rock w high over our heads. This was it. The last few seconds of calm. Spader looked at me and smiled. My heartâs thumpinâ.â So was mine. We were standing at the starting line and the gun was about to go . Spader loved adventure. Me? Iâd just as be watching toons. King Spader was nervous made me feel like I wasnât such a weenie after . He added, Weâre in for another natty-do, arenât we, mate?â Yeah,â I answered. Pretty much.â No use in wasting time then,â he said, sounding a lot braver than I felt. Yeah,â I said. Weâre on the wrong territory.â I stood straight, looked up to the dark hole of the flume, and shouted, Veelox!â The tunnel sprang to . Shafts of bright light shot from deep inside. The familiar jumble of musical notes could be heard faintly at first, but quickly grew louder. They were coming to us. The territory of Veelox has achieved harmony. Fifteen-year-old Bobby Pendragon arrives on this territory in pursuit of the evil Saint Dane, but is peaceful on Veelox â because itâs deserted. The inhabitants have discovered a way to enter their own personal dream worlds, w they can be whoever they want, wver they want. Their bodies lie in stasis while their minds escape to this dream realm. Fresh from his battle with Saint Dane in 1937 Earth, Bobby is confident that they can defeat whatever Saint Dane has planned for this world. But once Bobby enters the virtual world will he be able to resist the lure of the ultimate in escapism? Book Excerpt Chapter One: Second Earth Bobby Pendragon slipped the heavy ring onto his finger, w it belonged. But no er was it back in place when surprisingly, it began to twitch. Whatâs the matter?â Mark Dimond asked. Itâ¦itâs ivating,â Bobby said with surprise. Rey? You mean tâs a gate around ?â Courtney Chetwynde asked. The gray stone in the center of the ring began to glow, then sparkle. A second later a sharp beam of light shot from its center. With a flash, the light blossomed into an image that hovered in front of the group. Mark and Courtney took a surprised step backward. Gunny Van Dyke stepped tectively in front of them. But Bobby held his ground. Of the four of them standing on the empty lot at 2 Linden Place, Second Earth, Bobby was the one who had seen this particular phenomenon before. Floating before them was the image of a girl. uy, it was a girlâs head. Just a head. It was bigger than , but definitely a girl. She had blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore sm, yellow-tinted glasses. Bobby turned to face Mark and Courtney. This has been week of my ,â he said sincerely. The three s had just spent an excellent week toher, forting for a short while that Bobby Pendragon was a Traveler who shot across the universe, protecting Ha from an evil demon. Mark was nearly in tears. Courtney wasnât far behind. She walked up to Bobby and before he realized what was happening, she grabbed him and planted a kiss on his lips. Bobby didnât fight it. Once the shock was over, he wrapped his arms around Courtney and held her close. Mark and Gunny turned away. So?â Gunny asked Mark. How âbout them Yankees?â When Courtney and Bobby finy unlocked lips, Bobbyâs eyes were a little watery. But Courtneyâs gaze was razor sharp. Letâs not wait another year before the next one, okay?â she said. Uhâ¦sure. Sounds good,â Bobby replied, trying to keep his knees from buckling. Mark looked at Bobby, his best , and said, Remember what we talked about, okay?â I ,â Bobby answered sincerely. Bobby and Gunny walked toward the street and the limousine that was waiting to take them to the Bronx, and the flume. How are you feeling, shorty?â Gunny asked. I meanâ¦w is your head you k, with things?â I feel like Saint Dane got the better of me on First Earth,â he answered thoughtfully. He then locked eyes with Gunny and said with total confidence, And Iâm not gonna let it happen again.â Gunny chuckled. Whatâs so funny?â Bobby asked. Shorty, youâre starting to sound just like your uncle Press.â Bobby smiled. He liked that. The two got into the back of the big car, the driver gunned the engine, and they were on their way. Mark and Courtney watched as the black limo picked up speed with Bobbyâs hand still out the window, waving good-bye. What was it you guys talked about?â Courtney asked Mark. sorts of things,â he said with a sly smile. But Iâll tell you one thing: Iâll bet weâre going to see Bobby Pendragon again, a lot er than you think.â The territory of Veelox has achieved harmony. Fifteen-year-old Bobby Pendragon arrives on this territory in pursuit of the evil Saint Dane, but is peaceful on Veelox â because itâs deserted. The inhabitants have discovered a way to enter their own personal dream worlds, w they can be whoever they want, wver they want. Their bodies lie in stasis while their minds escape to this dream realm. Fresh from his battle with Saint Dane in 1937 Earth, Bobby is confident that they can defeat whatever Saint Dane has planned for this world. But once Bobby enters the virtual world will he be able to resist the lure of the ultimate in escapism? Book Excerpt Chapter One: Second Earth Bobby Pendragon slipped the heavy ring onto his finger, w it belonged. But no er was it back in place when surprisingly, it began to twitch. Whatâs the matter?â Mark Dimond asked. Itâ¦itâs ivating,â Bobby said with surprise. Rey? You mean tâs a gate around ?â Courtney Chetwynde asked. The gray stone in the center of the ring began to glow, then sparkle. A second later a sharp beam of light shot from its center. With a flash, the light blossomed into an image that hovered in front of the group. Mark and Courtney took a surprised step backward. Gunny Van Dyke stepped protectively in front of them. But Bobby held his ground. Of the four of them standing on the empty lot at 2 Linden Place, Second Earth, Bobby was the one who had seen this particular phenomenon before. Floating before them was the image of a girl. uy, it was a girlâs head. Just a head. It was bigger than , but definitely a girl. She had blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore sm, yellow-tinted glasses. Bobby turned to face Mark and Courtney. This has been week of my ,â he said sincerely. The three s had just spent an excellent week toher, forting for a short while that Bobby Pendragon was a Traveler who shot across the universe, protecting Ha from an evil demon. Mark was nearly in tears. Courtney wasnât far behind. She walked up to Bobby and before he realized what was happening, she grabbed him and planted a kiss on his lips. Bobby didnât fight it. Once the shock was over, he wrapped his arms around Courtney and held her close. Mark and Gunny turned away. So?â Gunny asked Mark. How âbout them Yankees?â When Courtney and Bobby finy unlocked lips, Bobbyâs eyes were a little watery. But Courtneyâs gaze was razor sharp. Letâs not wait another year before the next one, okay?â she said. Uhâ¦sure. Sounds good,â Bobby replied, trying to keep his knees from buckling. Mark looked at Bobby, his best , and said, Remember what we talked about, okay?â I ,â Bobby answered sincerely. Bobby and Gunny walked toward the street and the limousine that was waiting to take them to the Bronx, and the flume. How are you feeling, shorty?â Gunny asked. I meanâ¦w is your head you k, with things?â I feel like Saint Dane got the better of me on First Earth,â he answered thoughtfully. He then locked eyes with Gunny and said with total confidence, And Iâm not gonna let it happen again.â Gunny chuckled. Whatâs so funny?â Bobby asked. Shorty, youâre starting to sound just like your uncle Press.â Bobby smiled. He liked that. The two got into the back of the big car, the driver gunned the engine, and they were on their way. Mark and Courtney watched as the black limo picked up speed with Bobbyâs hand still out the window, waving good-bye. What was it you guys talked about?â Courtney asked Mark. sorts of things,â he said with a sly smile. But Iâll tell you one thing: Iâll bet weâre going to see Bobby Pendragon again, a lot er than you think.â They took a last look at the departing limousine and saw Bobby pull his arm back inside. The car turned onto the main road and disappeared. ExpertModernAdvice.com is sending this newsletter on behalf Inception Media Group. This editorial email with educational news was sent to {EMAIL}. IMG appreciates your comments and inquiries. Please keep in mind, that Inception Media Group are not permitted to provide individualized financial аdvÑsе. This email is not financial advice and any investment decÑsÑоn you make is solely your responsibility. Feel frее to contact us toll frее Domestic/International: +17072979173 MonâFri, 9amâ5pm ET, or email us support@expertmodernadvice.com. [UnsubscrÑbe]( to stop receiving marketing communication from us. 312 W 2nd St Casper, WY 82601 2023 IMG Group. 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