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SummaryThe real world invades dreams and dreams invade the real world in this fantasy/magical realism trilogy. Filled with fast-paced adventure and punchy prose, it’s recommended for boys and reluctant readers.
StatsGenre: Teen (13-16 years) high fantasy with threads of political intrigue and romance.
Series length: Three books, plus prequel trilogy (The Kinsman Chronicles) Violence: Moderate fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Light to moderate supernatural Romance: Minimal until the end of book 2; moderate after that. Christian/spiritual element: Overt allegorical elements Recommendation: Excellent for boys or girls who enjoy medieval fantasy and high adventure You might like this book if you liked... The Lord of the Rings, Eragon, or books by Chuck Black. To Purchase
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The howls grew louder. The hounds were closer, closing in. "They've got my scent!" Archer Keaton growled as he raced down the moonlit mountain path into a misty dell full of black pines. "Gotta throw them off." But how? Then he knew. Archer launched himself skyward. He let his feet brush the tree-tops a moment, and then purposefully let himself crash down through the crisscrossing pine branches. |
Dream Treaders (Dreamtreaders, Book 1)
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The terrain in the dream on this night was like the ocean's surf during a riptide, only twice as violent. "This is crazy!" Archer shouted. He kicked out his surfboard, carved a hard left on the Intrusion wave, and nearly wiped out. Relentless Dream winds whipping his dark red hair into his eyes, he circled back to see what had caused such a jolt in the Dream surf. There it was: a breach the size of a manhole cover had burst right off the tip of his board. This rip in the Dream fabric, the layer of matter between the sleeping and waking worlds, spewed glowing blue, purple, and crimson particles. The thing was huge, like a giant wound gushing...or a mini-volcano erupting. |
Search for the Shadow Key
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"Dad, look out!" Archer shouted. From the backseat, Kaylie shrieked. Mr. Keaton swerved, but it was too late. The SUV clipped something, and it sent the vehicle spinning on the icy road. "Archer, help!" Kaylie cried. "I'm on it!" Archer threw out a buffer of his will, a spongy cushion of blue light that adhered to the SUV and gently fought the wild rotation. As the vehicle's spin began to slow, Archer increased the tread on the tires. They caught, and Mr. Keaton regained control of the steering. |
War for the Waking World
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