Pendragon The Merchant Of Death

  1. Fan made film, all credit goes to these movies, though it would be cool if they made a real Pendragon: Merchant of Death.
  2. The main characters of The Merchant of Death novel are Bobby Pendragon, Andy Mitchell. The book has been awarded with Booker Prize, Edgar Awards and many others. One of the Best Works of D.J. Published in multiple languages including English, consists of 375 pages and is available in Paperback format for offline reading.
  3. Pendragon The Merchant of Death Graphic Novel. The Merchant of Death Graphic Novel; Pendragon; ISBN: 141695080X ISBN-13: 9806 Buy the Book: Amazon.com Barnes and Noble Borders Books-A-Million Indiebound.com Overstock.com; Bobby Pendragon is a seemingly normal fourteen-year-old boy. He has a family, a home, and even Marley, his beloved.
  4. Sep 01, 2002 The Merchant of Death. Journal #1: Denduron. I hope you're reading this, Mark. Heck, I hope anybody's. Reading this because the only thing that's keeping me from going totally off my nut right now is getting this all down on paper so that someday, when it's all over, it'll help prove that I'm not a total whack job.

Sep 01, 2002 The Merchant of Death is the first book in The Pendragon Adventure. It is primarily set on the territory of Denduron, and otherwise set in the fictional town of Stony Brook, Connecticut on Second Earth.

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Summary
D.J. MacHale's New York Times bestselling middle grade fantasy series about Bobby Pendragon, a regular kid about to find himself and his two friends pulled into one epic adventure across worlds!
Bobby Pendragon is a seemingly normal fourteen-year-old boy. He has a family, a home, and even Marley, his beloved dog. But there is something very special about Bobby.
He is going to save the world.
And not just Earth as we know it. Bobby is slowly starting to realize that life in the cosmos isn't quite what he thought it was. And before he can object, he is swept off to an alternate dimension known as Denduron, a territory inhabited by strange beings, ruled by a magical tyrant, and plagued by dangerous revolution.
If Bobby wants to see his family again, he's going to have to accept his role as savior, and accept it wholeheartedly. Because, as he is about to discover, Denduron is only the beginning....
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Booklist Review: 'Junior-high basketball star and all-around good guy Bobby Pendragon is whisked off by his dashing and mysterious uncle to the medieval world of Denduron, where they must contend with the plot of the powerful and oh-so-evil Saint Dane. Bobby, it turns out, is a Traveler, whose whole life up to this point has been a lie and whose destiny is to move from world to world through mystical flume portals and work on behalf of the oppressed wherever he finds them. This will no doubt sound familiar to those who know the novels in MacHale's successful and copious Pendragon series (currently up to number nine). This graphic-format adaptation streamlines the already fast-moving experience, providing satisfying interpretations of favorite characters and situations. Though the story is pure male adolescent wish fulfillment, the female characters are refreshingly strong, and the crisp black-and-white art (by Eisner-nominated McNeil) has its own individual look, pleasingly distinct from the current manga-influenced norm. This is an adaptation that will appeal to old and new readers alike.--Karp, Jesse Copyright 2008 Booklist'
From Booklist, Copyright (c) American Library Association. Used with permission.
Publisher's Weekly Review: 'The popular fantasy time-travel series makes a smooth transition to audio with Dufris at the helm, using his upbeat delivery and believable teen rhythms to keep listeners enthralled. Bobby Pendragon, 14, thinks he's a pretty normal kid, worried about his next basketball game and his almost-girlfriend. But then Uncle Press changes everything by telling Bobby that he is a Traveler, capable of transporting through time via magical flumes. This first trip sends him to Denduron, a medieval realm in the middle of a revolution. Bobby's challenges there are dangerous and many, and he keeps his best friend at home (on 'Second Earth'), Mark, apprised of his adventures with mystically relayed letters. Fans of the books will want to hear Dufris's gripping interpretation; newcomers will quickly get hooked. In addition to this recording, Brilliance has simultaneously released Pendragon titles two through six, just in time for summer listening. Ages 10-14. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved'
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SeriesMacHale, D. J. Pendragon ; bk. 1.
#1 - The Merchant of death
#2 - The Lost city of Faar
#3 - The Never war
#4 - The Reality bug
#5 - Black water
#6 - The Rivers of Zadaa
#7 - The Quillan Games
#8 - The Pilgrims of Rayne
#9 - Raven rise
SubjectsPendragon, Bobby (Fictitious character) -- Fiction.
Fantasy fiction.
PublisherNew York :Aladdin Paperbacks,2002
Edition1st Aladdin Paperbacks ed.
Audience10 up.
LanguageEnglish
Notes'Journal of an adventure through time and space.'
Description374 pages ; 20 cm.
ISBN9780743437318
0743437314
1416924957
9781416924951
0613521447
OtherClassic View

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THE MERCHANT OF DEATH
PENDRAGON QUARTET 01
D. J. MacHale
Contents
Acknowledgments
Journal #1
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #1 (continued)
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #1 (continued)
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #2
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #2 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #2(continued)
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #3
Denduron
Journal #3 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #3 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #3 (continued)
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #4
Denduron
Journal #4 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #4 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #4 (continued)
Denduron
Journal #4 (continued)
Denduron
Second Earth
Journal #5
Cloral
About the Author
A DF Books NERD’s Release
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2002 by D. J. MacHale
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I took a chance and stepped away from the door and…nothing happened. At least, nothing happened with the door. The tunnel was another thing altogether.
It started as a hum. It was low at first, but the frequency started to grow. Then the walls started to change. They went from solid gray to clear! It was truly an amazing sight. So amazing that I didn’t stop to wonder what it all meant. That’s when I heard the music. It wasn’t a recognizable tune or anything, it was just a bunch of soft, sweet notes that were all jumbled up. It was almost hypnotic.
The thing that brought me back to myself was a strange sensation. I stood at the mouth of the tunnel and felt a tingling throughout my body. It wasn’t horrible, just strange. The tingling grew stronger, and I felt an odd but unmistakable tug. I didn’t realize it at first, but it soon dawned on me that I was being pulled into the tunnel!
This is the point. This is where my life changed. What happened next turned everything I had ever known, everything I had ever believed in, everything I had ever thought to be real, totally inside out.
I got sucked into the rabbit hole. And I was headed for Wonderland.
For Evander
This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2002 by D. J. MacHale
ALADDIN PAPERBACKS
An imprint of Simon & Schuster
Children’s Publishing Division
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020
All rights reserved, including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form.
Designed by Debra Sfetsios
This text of this book was set in Apollo and Helvetica
Library of Congress Control Number 2002101645
ISBN 0-7434-7015-X
Visit us on the World Wide Web:
http://www.SimonSays.com
Acknowledgments
Launching a new series, whether on television or in print, is a daunting task. Writing it is the easy part. The hard part is getting it published or produced so family and friends aren’t the only ones who get to read it. To that end, there are several people who should be thanked for helping get Bobby Pendragon’s adventures out into the world. Many thanks go to Rob Wolken and Michael Prevett at AMG, who supported the vision in spite of the long odds. Also thanks to Richard Curtis, who guided me through the strange waters of the publishing world while always keeping his sense of humor and doing his best to keep mine. My trust and respect for the way Peter Nelson and Corinne Farley handle my scary legal matters grows with every new project. I will always be grateful to them for watching out for my best interests and not making me read all the paperwork. Lisa Clancy gets big accolades for the many creative insights that helped make this first book the best it can be and because she was the first one who had the guts to say, “Yes.” Many thanks to Micol Ostow for always being cheerful and always having the answers. A very big thank you goes to my nephew Patrick McGorrill, who was the first age-appropriate test audience for the manuscript and gave me some creative ideas on how the rings should work so Bobby could send his journals to Mark. Thanks also to his mom, Carol, for wading through an early draft and helping find some of the holes. But the biggest thank you goes to my wife, Evangeline, who dutifully read each chapter as it was created and gave the encouragement and affirmation I needed to keep pushing forward in spite of all my doubts. If not for these people, the book you now hold wouldn’t exist.
Journal #1
Denduron
I hope you’re reading this, Mark.
Heck, I hope anybody’s reading this because the only thing that’s keeping me from going totally off my nut right now is getting this all down on paper so that someday, when it’s all over, it’ll help prove that I’m not a total whack job. You see, two things happened yesterday that changed my life forever.
The first was that I finally kissed Courtney Chetwynde. Yes,the Courtney Chetwynde of the bites-her-lower-lip-when-she’s-thinking, stares-right-into-your-heart-with-her-deep-gray-eyes, looks-unbelievable-in-her-volleyball-uniform, and always-smells-a-little-like-roses fame. Yeah, I kissed her. It was a long time coming and it finally happened. Woo-hoo!
The second thing was that I was launched through a wormhole called a “flume” and got jacked across the universe to a medieval planet called “Denduron” that’s in the middle of a violent civil war.
But back to Courtney.
This wasn’t your average “nice to see you” peck on the cheek. Oh no. This was a full-on, eyes closed, starting with tight lips but eventually morphing into a mutual open-mouth probe thing that lasted for a good thirty-second lifetime. And we were close, too. Likereal close. I was holding her so tight I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Or maybe it was my heart. Or maybe our hearts were bouncing off each other. I have no idea. All I know is that it was pretty cool. I hope I get the chance to do it again, but right now it’s not looking so good.
I guess it’s kind of dumb to be fixating on the glorious Courtney Chetwynde when the real problem is that I’m afraid I’m going to die. Maybe that’s why I can’t get her out of my head. The memory of that kiss is the only thing that feels real to me right now. I’m afraid that if I lose that memor
y I’m going to lose everything, and if that happens then…well, I don’t know what will happen then because I don’t understandanything that’s been happening to me. Maybe by writing it all down, it’ll start to make some sense.
Let me try to piece together the events that led to my writing this. Up until yesterday I was living large. At least as large as any normal fourteen-year-old guy can live. School came pretty easy; I kicked ass in sports; my parents were way cool; I didn’t hate my little sister, Shannon, usually. I had excellent friends, with you sitting right on top of the list, Mark. I lived in this major house where I had my own private space to play music or whatever and nobody bugged me. My dog, Marley, was the coolest golden retriever there ever was; and I had recently macked with Courtney Chetwynde. (Did I mention that?) How much more goin’ on can you get?
The thing is, I also had an Uncle Press.
You remember him? He was the guy who always showed up at my birthday parties with some special surprise. He wouldn’t just bring a pony, he’d bring atruckload of ponies for a minirodeo. He’s the guy who turned my house into that laser-maze game. Was that great or what? He’s the one who was throwing the pizzas at my party last year. Remember that guy? Every once in a while he’d show up, out of the blue, and do something amazing like take me flying in a private plane. Yeah, he was a pilot. Another time he gave me this computer that was so advanced, it wasn’t even in stores yet. You know the calculator I have that you input numbers by talking to it? That was from Uncle Press. I gotta tell you, he was the coolio uncle everybody wished they had.
But there was always something a little mysterious about Uncle Press. He was my mom’s brother, but she didn’t say much about him. It was almost like she felt weird talking about him. Whenever I asked, she’d shrug and say something like, “Oh, you know him, he’s his own man. How was school today?” Basically, she’d dodge the question.
I don’t know what he did for a living, but he always had boatloads of money. I figured he probably had some top-level government job, like doing research for NASA or something and it was all hush-hush. So I didn’t ask too many questions. He wasn’t married, but sometimes he’d show up at the house with some odd character. One time he brought this lady over who never said a word. He said she was his “friend,” but I got the feeling she was more like his “girlfriend.” I think she was African or something because she was real dark-skinned. And beautiful. But it was strange because she’d just stare at me and smile. I wasn’t scared or anything because she had soft eyes. And maybe she didn’t talk because she didn’t know English, but still it was kind of creepy.
I’d have to say that my Uncle Press was the coolest guy I’d ever met. That is, until yesterday.
The county semifinal basketball game was last night. You know how important I am to that team. I’m the highest scoring point guard in Stony Brook Junior High history. I’m not bragging; that’s just the way it is. So for me to miss that game would have been like Kobe Bryant missing a Lakers playoff game. Okay, maybe I’m notthat important, but it would not have been cool for me to bail on that game. Mom and Dad had already left for the gym with Shannon. I had a ton of homework and I knew I’d be fried afterward, so I had to get it done before leaving. I had just enough time to scarf down a banana and some Pop-Tarts, feed Marley, jump on my bike, and blast over to school. At least that was the plan. I can’t help but think that if I had done my homework just a little bit faster, or decided not to throw the tennis ball with Marley, or even waited till I got to school to take a leak, none of this would have happened. But it did.
I grabbed my pack, headed for the front door, threw it open and came face to face with…Courtney Chetwynde.
I froze. She froze. It was like somebody hit the pause button on two lives. Except there was nothing static about what was racing through my brain. The crush I had on her dated back to when we were in grade school. She was always so…perfect. But not in that unattainable she’s too good for everybody way. She was beautiful and smart and great at sports and she laughed and told jokes. I think that was the key. The fact that she told jokes. Maybe that sounds stupid, but if you tell jokes it shows you’re willing to look stupid. And if you’ve got the whole package going on and still willing to let people laugh at you then, man, whatelse do you want?
Of course I wasn’t the only one who felt this way about Courtney. I was one in a long line of admirers. But she was standing atmy front door. Instantly, every synapse in my brain started firing to try and find the perfect, spontaneous thing to say. The first words out of your mouth in a time of crisis can color someone’s opinion of you forever. It either shows that you’re totally in charge and ready to handle any situation with composure and wit, or that you’re a blundering idiot whose mind will freeze at the first sign of pressure. This all flashed through my brain in the few nanoseconds while we were on “pause.” Now it was my move. She came to the house, it was my turn to respond. So I hitched my pack up on my shoulder, leaned casually against the doorjamb, gave her a little smile and said: “Yo.”
Yo??? That’s not even a real word! Nobody says “Yo” unless they’re impersonating Sylvester Stallone, which I was definitelynot doing. I was all set for the smile to drop off her face in crushing disappointment as she turned and left without saying a word. Instead, she bit her lower lip (which meant she was thinking) and said:
“Hi.”
That was good. “Hi” isn’t much higher up on the cool scale than “Yo.” I was back in the game. It was time to start playing.
“What’s up?” I said.
Okay, maybe I wasn’t ready to play just yet. It was easier to lob the ball back into her court. It was then that I noticed something weird. Courtney looked nervous. Not out of her mind scared or anything, but a little bit uncomfortable. My confidence soared. She was just as tense as I was. That was good.
“I know you’ve got to get to the game and all, I don’t want to make you late,” she said with a little embarrassed smile.
What game? Oh, right, the county semifinal. Somehow it had slipped my mind.
“I’ve got plenty of time,” I lied casually. “C’mon in.”
I was recovering nicely. As she walked past me to come inside I got that faint hint of rose fragrance. It took every ounce of willpower not to do a huge-old sucking inhale to try and grab every ounce of that wonderful smell. That would have been dumb and this was definitely not the time to do something dumb because Courtney was now inside my home. She was on my turf. I closed the door behind her and we were alone.
I had no idea what to do next. Courtney turned to me and I made contact with those amazing gray eyes. My knees went soft. I prayed she didn’t notice.
“I wasn’t sure if I should come here,” she said tentatively.
“I’m glad you did,” I shot back with perfect timing. I kept the ball in her court, yet still managed to make her feel at ease. I was on fire.
“I’m not really sure why I picked now to come. Maybe it was to wish you good luck in the game. But I think it’s more than that.”
“Really?” Perfect comeback.
“I’m not exactly sure how to say this, Bobby, but since we were kids, I’ve had this…feeling about you.”
Feeling? Feeling is good, unless she feels like I’m an ax murderer or something.
“Oh?” I shot back. Noncommittal, nonaggressive, perfect.
“Man, I feel like such a geek saying this.” She broke eye contact. I was losing her. I didn’t want her to chicken out so the best thing I could do was throw her a bone.
“Courtney, there are a lot of words that come to mind when I think of you, but ‘geek’ is definitely not one of them.”
She looked back to me and smiled. We were back on track.
“I’m not really sure how to say this, so I’ll just say it. There’s something about you, Bobby. I know you’re a brain and a jock and popular and all, but it’s more than that. You’ve got this, like, I don’t know, this aura thing going on. People trust you. They lik
e you. And it’s not like you’re trying to show off or anything. Maybe that’s part of it. You don’t act like you think you’re better than everybody else. You’re just this really good guy”—she paused before going on, then the bombshell—“who I’ve had this incredible crush on since fourth grade.”
Nothing in my wildest fantasy could have prepared me for that. I was speechless. I hoped my mouth wasn’t hanging open in stupefied shock.

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