Character Profile
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Summary
An archeologist and his two kids travel the world unraveling mysteries that often seem to have no natural explanation. Adventure stories with a light supernatural twist, this series features high action and page-turning plots reminiscent of Indian Jones.
Stats
Genre: Midgrade (8-12 years) adventure/thriller with a moderate supernatural twist
Series length: Eight books
Violence: Moderate action violence
Magic/Supernatural: Moderate supernatural, always done within clearly delineated realms of God's power and demonic power.
Romance: None
Christian/spiritual element: Overt Christian elements
Recommendation: Great for boys. Not recommended for kids who scare easily.
You might like this book if you liked...
Indiana Jones-styled adventures
Series length: Eight books
Violence: Moderate action violence
Magic/Supernatural: Moderate supernatural, always done within clearly delineated realms of God's power and demonic power.
Romance: None
Christian/spiritual element: Overt Christian elements
Recommendation: Great for boys. Not recommended for kids who scare easily.
You might like this book if you liked...
Indiana Jones-styled adventures
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In the arid and strife-torn Middle East, land of Bible adventures, wars, camels, and kings, in the tiny secluded, and landlocked nation of Nepur, a nation known for its strange customs and ancient mysteries, pompous President Al-Dallam, Chief Magistrate and Bearer of the Royal Sceptre, sat and fidgeted at his huge marble desk in the presidential palace. |
The Door in the Dragon's Throat
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It was a hot, clear day on the South Pacific, and the ocean had that slow, lazy feel that could rock you to sleep with its gently rolling swells. The captain of the chugging trawler was bored and playing checkers with his first mate while another crewman stayed at the ship's wheel. There wasn't much to talk about, so nobody did much talking. They had hauled in their catch and were headed for port, and that was all that mattered. Then the crewman at the wheel yelled, "Hey, Cap! There's something off the port bow!" |
Escape from the Island of Aquarius
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"Hey, listen, I don't need to hear any more foolish talk about ghosts!" said Jerry Frieden with a dusty slap against his thigh. "Dr. Cooper's entrusted this task to us, and I say we just get at it!" "Nobody's talking about ghosts," Bill White drawled from under the brim of his hat. "We just don't want anyone to get hurt," Jeff Brannigan tried to explain. "And that goes especially for you." |
The Tombs of Anak
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The morning was warm and clear at Yokota Air Base, near Tokyo, Japan. A C-141 Starlifter, a hug jet transport and one of the prime workhorses of the Military Aiflift Command, stood waiting and ready on the apron like a monstrous, winged whale. The cargo was secure, the Aircraft Commander and crew were ready for departure, but the plane's crew door stood open, and its powerful engines remained cold and silent. |
Trapped at the Bottom of the Sea
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The sky was still black, the stars were still out, and dawn was nothing more than a thin, red ribbon along the horizon when the sirens went off, wailing rudely across the vast army camp. As one man, the army of black warriors awoke--there were no dawdlers, no one who dared to slumber beyond reveille. The desert rattled with the slap and clatter of a thousand hands grabbing a thousand rifles. The soldiers leaped to their feet and burst from their tents, dashing across the sand, lining up in long, even rows on the flat desert. They stood at attention, rifles ready, eyes straight ahead, primed for battle. |
The Secret of the Desert Stone
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Chico Valles, machete in hand, hacked his way along the narrow trail, oblivious to the constant chatter of cicadas and the raucous screams of tropical birds. Sweat trickled down his stubbled face. The thick, encroaching jungle pressed in on him from every direction. It reached with limbs, slapped with leaves, grabbed with vine tendrils. He forced it back with his machete and pressed on as he did every day, running errands for Basehart the American. Finally he reached the clearing where the Corys had set up their camp. He stopped. The camp looked deserted. |
The Deadly Curse of Toco-Rey
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It took a dare--a double dare--for Pete and Jim to get Mannie and Kyle to camp overnight with them in the middle of the old graveyard. Pete was fourteen and had made the dare. Jim was thirteen. Mannie and Kyle, who were both ten, took the dare and were scared before they'd even finished hiking to the place. Spending the night in a graveyard was spooky enough, but this was the cemetery above the old ghost town of Bodine, Arizona. Every kid in that part of the country had heard the weird tales about what had happened there a hundred years ago. |
The Legend of Annie Murphy
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Jay Cooper sat in the 182 Skylane's right seat, his hand on the control yoke, watching the horizon over the plane's nose and enjoying the view of the Cascade Mountains passing below. A gentle wind from the Pacific Ocean was rippling over the snow-frosted peaks like river water over smooth stones, making the airplane's wings rock lazily and its nose nod and wag in little yeses and nos. With gentle corrections to the control yoke, Jay held the plane on course and maintained a steady descent rate of five hundred feet per minute. At fourteen, he was three years too young to be a licensed pilot. But he'd flown often enough with his father to know how to handle an airplane. |
Mayday at Two Thousand Five Hundred
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