Book : The Black (2) (morpheus Road) - MacHale, D.J.

-Titulo Original : The Black (2) (Morpheus Road)

-Fabricante :

Aladdin

-Descripcion Original:

At the end of The Light, Book One of the Morpheus Road trilogy, Marshall learned the truth about what happened to his best friend Cooper. Now in Book Two, the POV switches to Cooper and we get to see his side of the mystery. What does his story have to do with Marshall and the journey along the Morpheus Road? Its time to learn more . . . About the Author D.J. MacHale is the author of the #1 New York Times bestselling Pendragon series and the Morpheus Road series. He has written, directed and produced many television series and movies for young people that have been seen on Nickelodeon, The Disney Channel, HBO, Showtime, PBS, Discovery Kids, and the broadcast networks. D.J. lives with his family in Southern California. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The Black 1 “Don’t be an idiot. Just go to the lake until things calm down.” My sister was telling me what to do, as usual, because she knows everything. “I’m not going to run away,” I countered. “I can handle those guys.” Sydney groaned. She did that a lot, mostly when I didn’t do what she wanted, which was always. Sydney and I might have looked like each other-we shared the same dark hair and blue eyes-but that’s where the similarity ended. For one, I’m better-looking. The guys who tried to get with her probably had a different opinion but I’m sticking with mine. She was only a year older than me but treated me like I was a lower form of life that shouldn’t be allowed to breathe air that could go to someone more deserving. Like her. I didn’t care what she thought. “Wow,” she said sarcastically. “Such a tough guy. What if the police want you to give up their names? What’ll you do then?” I shrugged. “I already gave them names.” “What!” she screamed. “Relax. I didn’t tell them about you. Or your dim boyfriend.” Sydney glared at me with anger and confusion. Her cool was broken, which was saying something because normally she was ice. “Why?” was all she managed to get out. “I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t give them something, I’d be sitting in juvie right now fighting off a bunch of hard cases who really are tough. Besides, they had it coming.” “I don’t believe this.” Sydney moaned as she paced my bedroom floor. It was her fault that I was in Trouble Town to begin with and I think she felt guilty about it. Guilt was an alien emotion to Sydney so it was fun to see her squirm. She normally had it all going on … which was her biggest problem. Our parents expected her to be perfect and she mostly was, for a heartless vampire. But she resented the pressure and that caused tension in Foley-world. Her latest act of defiance was to announce she was getting a tattoo. Our parents went nuts and threatened to hold back her college money. For somebody headed to Stanford, that was serious. I don’t think Sydney really wanted to get inked, but my parents’ threat drove her straight to the low-life tattoo guy. Her big rebellious statement backfired. The tattoo caused a nasty infection that landed her in the emergency room, where she got fixed up and smacked with a bill for a couple hundred bucks … money she didn’t have and couldn’t ask our parents to put out. She didn’t want them to have the satisfaction of knowing they were absolutely right about the tattoo being a dumb idea. She was stuck until her boyfriend, Mikey, offered a way out. He knew some guys with Yankees tickets that they were willing to let Sydney scalp. Whatever profit she made, she and Mikey would split. Sydney had no idea how to scalp tickets and Mikey was an idiot, which is how I got involved. I knew how to get things done. I liked the idea of Sydney owing me so I took the tickets, sold them for a decent profit, and bailed her out with the doctor bill. I felt good about it, too. She was still my sister. Everybody was happy … until the cops showed up at our door. Turned out the tickets were bogus. Counterfeit. I guess there were some angry p