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By D.J. MacHale
Bobby Pendragon is a likely basic fourteen-year-old boy. He has a kin, a house, or even Marley, his loved puppy. yet there's something very precise approximately Bobby.
he's going to save lots of the realm.
and never simply Earth as we all know it. Bobby is slowly beginning to become aware of that lifestyles within the cosmos isn't really really what he inspiration it used to be. And ahead of he can item, he's swept off to an alternative measurement often called Denduron, a territory inhabited by way of unusual beings, governed by way of a mystical tyrant, and laid low with risky revolution.
If Bobby desires to see his relatives back, he'll need to settle for his function as savior, and settle for it wholeheartedly. simply because, as he's approximately to find, Denduron is simply the beginning....
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